Bottles shattering on the floor from the nightstand, whimpers and loud breaths fill the hot air, the wooden bed creaks with the force from each jerk. Blood staining the white crumple sheets.
"No one would ever love you better." Marco slurs.
"You're a damaged piece of s**t. An object of pleasure, nothing else. You should be glad I'm spending my time on your ass. You're mine and you should know that. You're just a scarred life no one would ever love as I do. It hurts huh? Yeah, I know. You're f*****g tight. My Dad used to say that to me. I know how you feel right not. The dirtiness but be rest assured the feeling would be one with you. Your struggles are futile no one would ever save you." He laughs. Each time he pushed himself into Freddy it hurts like bloody murder, and his hand clappi
