My thoughts are interrupted by him when he closes his palm on my small fist. Porn sex Never.” says the man. Maybe he has no blood. Before he tells the last one he clasps both of my small hands in his big and slightly cold ones suddenly and sighs. What does this means? Oh, that was just a child crying about I don’t know what. Because if you don’t I can force you to and I am sure you wont like it and I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.” He says flatly. I thought I made him but here he is smiling as always. “I know but after sometime, I am sure, you will like this place or we can live our lives in a place of your choice.” I take my hand out of his hold after jerking his hand away. To distract myself from this feeling which is making me damp between my thighs I ask him about my bag which has my clothes. My thoughts shift to my mother and that if she would have been alive I would have been happy. They are just fictional. Also he is too strong and chuckled when I bit him hard which was supposed to draw blood from his hand but it didn’t.
