“Beg him now!” he screams in my face, spit flying from his mouth. “Huh, you f*****g w***e. Beg
Colt to f**k you now.”
I arch my neck, trying to get my face away from his, but he starts shaking me, and dots cover my vision, and that pounding in my face intensifies. My body starts to convulse while my chest heaves, and my attempt to fight back grows weaker. My eyes grow heavy, rolling back.
He lets go, and the blood rushes to my head. I’m wheezing, face pounding, and throat burning. I blink the tears out of my eyes, trying to get my bearings back. My body is too heavy to move, which gives him enough time to unzip his pants. He readjusts himself between my legs, spreading them wide, and he spits on my p***y.
I arch my back as a sob wracks my body at how weak he’s made me. I don’t have any
