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In his hidden room, I lay naked on a dirty, sweat-stained mattress. I don’t know where he is or who he might be with, but I do know that he’ll be back. He always comes back for me. How long I’ve been here, I couldn’t say. Hours turned to days, and days felt as though they had passed into months. No one will find me here in his hidden room.
The bruises from when he took me no longer grace my skin but instead are replaced with the chaffing from the cuffs that keep me chained just A few feet from my mattress. I know it pleases him that I no longer cry at the sight of him. Instead, I can usually hold my tears in now until he gets too rough.
In His Hidden Room
He always gets too rough.
I grit my teeth in a feeble attempt to keep from crying. My tear-stained face only fuels him. It makes him harder when I cry. I can feel his cock swell inside of me as soon as he hears my sniffles. That’s normally when he grabs me by my hair and yanks me back against him. He licks the tears from my cheeks and tells me how pretty I am.
His large fingers dig into my delicate skin, and he pounds away at my pussy. Shoving me deeper into the mattress that has soaked up my shame since I got here. Sometimes I wonder if it will ever end, but then when he’s been away for too long and my pussy throbs from missing him, I pray it never will.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357