Antonella
Hell.
I buck and fight against him every step of the way, but it’s nearly impossible with the restrictions on my body.
He loosens the binds around my ankles enough to spread my legs before he spins me around and shoves me over the chair.
When he starts to hike the material of my dress up around my waist, I stomp on his boot and then throw my head back into his face with a satisfying crunch.
Turns out, he doesn’t like that so much. He grabs me and hurls me into the wall so hard I see stars before I crumple to the ground. And then his boot is sailing into my stomach and ribs over and over again.
“Hey!” the other man snarls as he jerks his head around. “Don’t damage the f*****g merchandise, moron!”
When I glance up at my attacker, his face is a bloody mess, and he still loo
