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His heavy pal the wind froht out froh wraps aroundup to her na house with that Did you fucking think I would sit back and let you go? I don’t fucking think so," he fu onto et away fro on the floor as he towers over me--but I’ainst ainst the pressure, crying out for so to teach you a lesson first, Syn"
When his foot comes off ainst the desk in the corner I go to screa intounder the panic he elicits
His hand gripsat the pain My fingers tear at his skin, and when that doesn’t work, I bring ers score his skin, leaving four deepbitch!" he roars and brings his fist down, hitting ht the blackness that is hedging in I won’t fucking give in Not this tiht him
He’s alanted this--this fight--and he’s going to get it
I give hi I have His fist hits me every time I move my arms from my face to deliver one of my own Then I feelit harder to defend uard down, I sla him to his side As quickly as I can, I start to craay, opening my mouth to call out for help only to have a hoarse rasp co my body with one arives out
His laughter starts to taunt me and the fear almost consu up He won’t have rasp
"Get the fuck back here," he snarls when I unsteadily clis his leg out and sweepsforce, the wind once again knocked fro downit hard for me to even see, let alone breathe, so every breath I’ve been conserving rapidly throwsht within one of his own--the other going to my mouth to make sure I don’t cry out Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t My throat is raw from when he choked me earlier The pain frohme to vomit all over e to the point where I know he’s not going to stop until he’s gotten everything he can from me "I’ve had to sit back and wait for this ht to you I kneould happen--you never were very fucking bright I’ll give you credit You got away once, and had you not coht not have found you I don’t fucking like to wait, Syn, and it’s about tioddaain? I won’t let you get away this time Not when the club needs your cunt toin"
When his hand comes back to my throat, I see it in his eyes--he doesn’t care if I live past this ets whatever sick shit he wants
"Just like a sitting duck," he spits in my face "The second your credit card was used, it was like a big fucking flag just taking , bad savior now? Doesn’t look like he’s going to help you this ti bitch!"
The pressure intoothem to keep focused And worse, ht, just dropping lifelessly toto be so s his hand back, and with one hard punch toI’et past the fog My head is pounding andthat makes me too concerned The fact that I can feel that h for me to become instantly terrified Between all my pains and aches, it’s hard to tell if he took me, but I’m almost positive that he hasn’t raped , a tone I know is not h a relief when Shawn stops what he is doing, climbs off me, and answers the phone
"What?" he barks farther away fro
After a brief silence, I hear hiot her, Ra worry When I’ain"
Oh My God
My own father orchestrated this I shouldn’t be surprised He’s never exactly acted like he gave a da that he sent this I know it sounds stupid, to still hope that the father illingly objectifies his own daughter ht care just a little--but like the dreamer I am, I couldn’t help but pray that, one day, he would I kno foolish that was
"Yeah, you’re daht Don’t you fucking worry Don’t even sweat it, Raht--I’ll be headed back there and then you can let the other boys take their turn with her Seeht after all the trouble her little boy toy caused"