Ambiguity
619 Words
Charles's palm slipped into Grace's chest. "It's not as big as before."
"How can them be big without you? If you often rub them, maybe they will be a little bigger. "
"You haven’t change."
"Don't you just like it?"
Charles smiled without answer. "It’s not good for a women to be too coquettish."
"That's because the man is not good in bed. But someone like you, I can be satisfied if I am coquettish. What am I afraid of?"
Charles gasped and finally grab on Grace's waist. "Little slut, have other men ever f**k you in prison?"
Grace didn't answer, just laughing vaguely.
That kind of illegibility made Charles heart stop beating!
Prison that kind of place didn’t look so clean. Do not mention prison guards, there are a lot of men with power can do anything. What could not happen?
And Grace is definitely a woman with a perfect face and body!
"Tell me! Have you ever been f****d by another man? "Charles asked again.
Grace still did not answer. She was just shaking her body harder, as if she needed to vent her desire, rather than the man in the chair.
Charles found himself increasingly intolerant of Grace's silence.
He picked her up into the lounge and held her down on the bed. But the woman had no answer except being coquettish.
It was clear that he abolished her, and even if she had a big tree in the prison, he had no right to interfere. But the look that she had other men made him feel like eating a fly.
He wanted to take off her clothes. She used to cooperate with him, but this time, she didn't. She pulled her clothes, trying not let him take off..
He missed her wish.
He took off all her clothes and looked at the scar on her belly. "What's going on?"
Grace laughed and reached around the man's neck and continued to hook his waist with her legs. "Just a minor surgery."
Charles remembers that Grace said that she had an appendicitis operation with casual smile in this tone too.
"What is it?"
Grace beamed, squinted her eyes. They were like crescent moon. "When I didn't have money, I sold a kidney."
Charles felt cold from head to foot.
All the enthusiasm was instantly watered. A sharp knife accurately and ruthlessly stuck in his heart and the pain suddenly convulsed him.
"No money, so you sold a kidney?" Charles's face turned dark to the extreme. Was this woman crazy?
Such a big thing came out from her mouth lightly, as if it was just pick a zit.
This woman, no longer the Grace he knew. She used to be enchanting, but harmless in front of him.
Now that although she was in front of him, he always thought her laugh was poisonous.
Charles lifted his leg and got out of bed.
Grace panicked, holding up his hand. "What's wrong? I can't make a joke? I slept with a man in prison and had an operation on an ectopic pregnancy. "
Charles took a quick breath and lifted his hand and slapped on Grace's face.
He was like a beast on Grace, venting his anger on her body.
He thought he was crazy.
By the time she answered vaguely, he had begun to speculate, and wished she had given him a negative answer at once.
What is she?
A tool he used for revenge.
Why would he care what kind of answer she gave?
But then why did she answer him?
"How did that man sleep with you? Huh? Put you under him or on the table? Or in one corner of the prison, hiding from others? "
Charles's eyes are about to crack! He had no way of accepting such a thing. This woman, even if he did not want anymore. He sent her to prison, and he did not allow any other man to touch her!
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