“I like the way you look, little cat,” he caressed my lips with his thumb and devoured them with his terrifying gaze. “Let go!” I screamed, digging my broken fingernails into the rough skin of his wrist, tearing it until it bled. “I didn’t kidnap you to let you go—” it seemed he didn’t even feel the pain. Or maybe he simply enjoyed my resistance.
Stepping back, I hit a fence and, realizing there was nowhere to run, I whimpered as a hysterical wave rolled over me. “Shh-shh-shh,” he stepped toward me, tilting his head as if studying me. “Why are you so timid? Don’t be afraid. Just be obedient. I like obedient girls.
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