“You think that you can change him. So much for trying. You are worth nothing to him. Nothing more than a s*x slave. That is what you are.” Aiden spat.
We were in a living room of a cabin in the woods where I had been dropped off by thugs. Chan was smiling mischievously in a corner while Aiden spat bitterness. They were a few things inside but about fifty of the other thugs, patrolled outside, armed. He was smoking a cigar with me tied to a chair. Feeling weak from the sedative.
"What do you want, you cocksucker?" I mustered all the courage within me and asked, earning a heavy slap that made me see stars from him,
"Run that tongue of yours one more time, and I'll cut it off. You can do that s**t with August, not me. Understood?"
I kept quiet, not giving him a reply. He grabbed my hair
