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She laid down sobbing as he rammed into her, harder with every thrust, and the deeper it goes the harder she bites into the pillow to muffle her screams of pure agony. Clutching her fist she wondered is that what this life is? Is this what I have to go through and tears roll down her cheeks. Her tormentor was very oblivious to the pain he was inflicting, because oh well he had to satisfy the primal need that has been one of the greatest tool for taking down great men and well maybe because he also felt that at that moment he owned her and wants to get his money’s worth.

Friday the 28 day of February her phone beeped, she got a whatsapp message from a strange number but the display picture looked oddly familiar and she realized that they had meet before and exchanged contact but oddly he never called her and it’s been long, oh well she let it slide. He was let I am in your area, been around for a few days but been busy can we meet up, she goes like okay, later in the evening and asked him to meet her at the place they first met but well her wanted her to come to his hotel room instead and she gracefully declined and a meet was fixed for later that evening but mister called to cancel and well she was fine with it.

Another meet up was set for a later day, Friday, the all famous TGIF. When the time came it was a battle of will for her to leave her house and go but well she finally did because she has never been one to resist a good party, and loud music. Off she went to party and she killed it. She was at home on the dance floor, dance was like the clothing she was wearing, she was that good, the life of the party and everyone wanted to dance with her and oh well she had fun.
And then it was time to leave and she finally went to the hotel room and she saw a guy transform into a beast and when he was done, he rolled off and slept off oblivious to the pain he left her in.

She has never in her entire life been handled that way, she could barely walk to the bathroom to wash up, when she finally made it she sank to the ground, the sting of the cold tiles reminded her it was no dream and she cried, letting it all out and wondering why she got herself into this mess.

She asked, is this the life? I can’t live this life, it isn’t for me, she had nothing in her stomach but she puked whatever little there was all the while sobbing, after what felt like eternity she was able to clean up and go back to bed, with hopes that the money she would be given in the morning will make up for the pain. When morning came, she couldn’t wait to leave, she dressed up and got ready to leave and was, but he gave her no money and asked her to come in the evening and she made up her mind to go because well she can’t go through hell and back for nothing.

I am marvelled.

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