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“Damn.” I run my thumb across my bottom lip, looking at the wetness there, seeing he busted my lip. He smirks, thinking that was going to shut me up. “I think my son hit me harder than that with his truck earlier this week.” His smile drops. “I think he might be a bigger man than you are.”

I know I’m playing with fire. Selene and Sabrina are cackling like witches, enjoying watching me being hit.

This is not the first time I’ve been hit or beaten. My mother has struck me more than once, and so have the men she brought home who didn’t like me interrupting their lives.

“I think I know how to shut her mouth if she doesn’t sign these papers.” Selene gloats and walks around, carrying documents for me to sign all my money to her.

“I’m not going to sign shit,” I tell her, taking the papers from her hands. She screams as I tear them up, ripping them to bits. I would only have signed anything over if my kids were involved. It doesn’t matter what they do to me, they won’t win.

Sabrina grabs me by the back of my hair, jerking me until I fall onto the ground, hitting my sore ribs. I try to scramble to my feet, pressing my hand onto the floor, just as Selene steps on my hand with her high heel.

I grab her left leg with my other hand, pulling her until she hits the ground with me. She screams at me. “You are ruining my life!” she yells, and Sabrina jumps on me, her knees hitting me in the stomach as she grabs my hands to stop me from moving.

“Get her legs, Twister!” she screams at him, and Selene joins in while they tie me up to the pole in the center of the room. My hands are tied around the pole, and Twister’s hands are gliding up my legs, stopping at my inner thighs.

Oh fuck.

The girls stand back, out of breath, with Twister at my feet. I try not to look at his hard dick, realizing he liked watching me struggle.

Sabrina rubs his dick through his nasty pants, and Selene looks over with straight glee. “Oh, I think you have the right idea.” She is thrilled.

“Rape her, force her to give the money. She will break,” Sabrina coos happily, rubbing his dick and reaching inside to take it out, stroking it in front of me, making me want to throw up.

What else do you do in times of stress and during a traumatic experience? Laugh. “Shit, I don’t think I’d feel that pencil dick, so I wouldn’t be showing that off.” I give him a look, feeling sad for him.

His face transforms into one of pure fury, his ego being shattered, and Sabrina doesn’t say a fucking word because it’s true. His dick starts to deflate, and I laugh louder at the pathetic sight.

He screams, and I laugh harder, snorting. He falls to his knees in front of me, trying to put his dick in my mouth. “I will fuck the words out of your mouth.”

Selene bends down, trying to pry my mouth open. I let her finger sneak into my mouth, and I bite down with all of my might. She tries to pull her hand away from my mouth and, in the process, I bite off the end of her finger.

She rolls around on the floor in pain. “She bit my finger off!” she screams, sobbing, and Sabrina hands her a towel, trying to help slow the flow of blood.

The fucker is still in my face, shocked, as I spit the blood out of my mouth and into his face. The tip of Selene’s finger hits him right in the face before it bounces off.

“Stick your dick in my mouth and see how much I can bite off.” I lick my lips, knowing my face is covered in Selene’s blood. I snap my teeth at him once, and he falls back, trying to escape me.

“Her pussy doesn’t have teeth!” Sabrina urges him. She grabs my leggings and tries to pull them down my body. Twister helps her, and I’m left in my underwear and t-shirt.

He then strips off the rest of his clothes, and they hit the ground in a pile by me. Sabrina reaches to take off my underwear, so I kick her hard in the face.

“Fuck her hard in the ass!” Selene yells before she stands up, blood running down her hand and onto the floor.

Twister holds his dick in his hand, and I laugh at it again as it totally gets engulfed in his hand, causing his dick to go soft again. He only likes women that are scared.

“You’re pathetic! I will do it myself,” Sabrina screams at him, pushing him out of the way, watching me with a glint in her eye. “You think you can fuck my man and get away with it? Steal my baby girl?”

“No matter what you do to me, he will still be mine, she will always be mine.”

She lifts her leg and stomps hard on my thigh, trying to break the bone in my leg. Fuck, that hurt.

“I’m hard again, cover her mouth!” Twister roars, and Sabrina puts her nasty hand over my mouth to stop me from talking.

He bends between my legs and grabs ahold of the edge of my panties, trying to rip them down my body.

“You are going to regret fucking with me, bitch. You won’t even remember your man’s name when I’m done with you.”

I fight back, using my legs to kick the shit out of him. His head flies back from the power of my heel connecting with his chin.

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