No. No
Genesis shook her head again.
Veronica’s face twisted with rage. She snapped her fingers, and two men stepped forward. Genesis stumbled back, but they grabbed her. She thrashed wildly as they tore at her clothes—until nothing was left but her bralette and panties.
“Now put her in the chair.”
Genesis struggled harder, tears streaming down her cheeks, mouth open in silent screams. They slammed her down and tied her hands and legs to the arms of the chair.
When they finished, they stepped back. Veronica and the man smiled, raising their cameras again.
“Damn, she’s so pretty—even with tears, hair all over the place,” the man said, licking his lips. Veronica glanced at him, irritated.
The camera clicked and flashed nonstop.
The man straightened and said, “Spread her legs.”
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