On the wall of a building which defined one of the edges of the lot was a portal. Porn sex Heather thought her mind must have broken. She had no choice but to use it on this new assailant and hope. A little bit of her soul had died with each one. Did you like getting raped?”
She had assumed the question was rhetorical, but it hadn’t been, and no answer was a wrong answer. Mr. “I don’t think that pussy was worth two-hundred dollars, but I’ll leave you something.”
He had taken a dirty twenty-dollar bill with ancient creases and slapped it onto her forehead. And whatever this creature may be, it was a man in a different form. Men had always abused her. He had grabbed her throat with one hand and roughly shoved a few fingers into her sore sex, “Answer me bitch. Broken even more seldom by the occasional car date. He had looked down at her, roughly grabbed her head, and snarled, “I’ll call you what I fucking want, you don’t make the rules.”
Heather had begun to protest when he slapped her face.
