Her door handle had turned. Her eyes close waiting for the blow that’s to come. She lies on her back now and stares at the ceiling, doing everything she can to avoid his eyes. “When we open this door, we fight like hell and we fight dirty” she told herself. She’s sure he’ll hurt her again, but he just licks his lips and brings the bottle back to her mouth. Without warning he stepped forward still holding her leg, knocking her flat on her back. His penis pulse, inches from her face, shaved and veiny, she realizes now that he is a good 8 or 9 inches. “I’ll kill this mother fucker after he cums. He moved toward her quickly. Her rippling triceps and firearms counted for nothing now. “Cum” “cum” “please” he couldn’t make out the words but knew exactly what she was asking him. But this is what her survival looks like right now and she is going to do her very best. “Haha, come here baby, let me hold you, let’s take a break and let you rest” He said comfortingly.
