"Do you think it's fucking funny rubbing my cock with your hand, in front of everyone? Embarrassing me in front of my friends. Do you think that's fucking funny you stupid slut? Look at me. Answer me. Do you?"
Mascara drips down my face. Liquid fear in my eyes. Cheeks red. Breath so short and desperate. He smacks my jaw with a hard open hand, and my teeth score into my tongue. I can taste blood in my mouth.
"This isn't about you. Get on the bed. This isn't about you. You can touch yourself you desperate slut. You can come if you want to. Come. Come back. Look at me. Are you happy? Are you happy that you've made me do this? Why are you smiling at me? Do you think this is funny? Are you going to come for me? Come for me. Do you think this is funny? It's not."
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