|Trigger Warning: Graphic abuse, flashbacks, self harm thoughts|
|Serena's POV|
"You're...hurting me..." I hiss as Donovan's fingers dig into my neck, choking me, cutting off my airways while I claw at his hands fruitlessly, trying my best to make him stop hurting me, not wanting any bruises on my skin that I would yet again have to ask my stylist to cover up with makeup, excusing them to be results of my many elaborate kinks.
The Lord knows how many bruises I have had to cover up with that excuse. My entire glam team thinks that I am some s*x freak with the number and locations of bruises they find on my body when they are getting me read for shoots and various other engagements.
"Do you really think I care, b***h? Huh? Do you think that I want you to make these pathetic sounds lik
