Placing his hand over her puffy and abused nether lips, he told her, “I’ll pierce your cunt and tie it up with leather laces so no one can use it but me.” His voice was deep, threatening. “And I’ll whip that pretty body of yours until it bleeds!”
A deep, sinking feeling went through Cheryl’s stomach. Until this moment, the threat of being sent to the capital was an abstract one. No girl who had been sent there had ever come back, and so its precise horrors were unknown. So Cheryl had not been able to imagine an environment much worse than her life here as Stoner’s wife. Now she had.
“In the morning,” the dreadful man continued, “I’ll whip your cunt. Then you can suck my c**k again.”
In the morning, Uzoma kept his promise. Suspending Cheryl’s ankles from the bedposts, he had lashed her s
