SannaBlonde82
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Apartment 901
I hardly managed to gasp a “oh god please no no!” before the pair of scissors he produced cut into my white jeans and his hands just ripped them apart. I wanted to scream, I needed to scream. Why couldn’t I?? Instead my silly submissive voice just moaned feeble protests as my jeans were torn to shreds.
I looked at his face again. It was absurd that I at this point saw how good-looking he was. Why the fuck was I thinking that? Maybe I was still seeking a hope, that he wasn’t as evil as his behavior?
I hardly managed to gasp a “oh god please no no!” before the pair of scissors he produced cut into my white jeans and his hands just ripped them apart. I wanted to scream, I needed to scream. Why couldn’t I?? Instead my silly submissive voice just moaned feeble protests as my jeans were torn to shreds.
I looked at his face again. It was absurd that I at this point saw how good-looking he was. Why the fuck was I thinking that? Maybe I was still seeking a hope, that he wasn’t as evil as his behavior?
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