“Damn, you're so soft and wet...” Frederick began to insinuate in a lewd tone.
With every passing second, the disgust I felt grew stronger. However, I clenched my fists, and in an act of rage, I raised my hand above my head and scratched his face.
“Ah! What the f**k is wrong with you? You f*****g b***h!” he growled, grabbing me by the neck and slamming my head against the floor once more.
Despite his strength, I moved my hands again and scratched his legs, which were still on my thighs.
“You're pissing me off, b***h!” A furious roar came from his lips as he began to push my neck hard against the floor, almost cutting off my breath.
All my struggle was then focused on getting his hands off my neck so I could breathe. But after a few seconds, my mind began to dissociate.
I felt like I
