Sold To A Gang Leader

[He owns her]

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(So scared)

Shawna's POV

I thought I'd be able to handle it. I thought I'll be able to face it when he started but I realized as it went on that I might actually pass out if he continues.

I held unto the table more firmly as not to fall as he went in and out of me. Tears strolled down my eyes and I bit my lips together to prevent me from crying out. I could only whimper and sniff in.

My eyes remained fixed on the table, I didn't want to look at the mirror. I know he wants me to see how sorrowful I look.

He wants me to learn my lessons but this is not really a punishment? What else is more hurtful than this? Is there something more hurtful than what he is really doing to me right now? I doubt it!

I didn't no how long he spent but I know he spent a lot of time before he made me turn to face him this time.

I felt embarrassed, ashamed, sad, bittered. I felt pains because a guy was staring and screwing me like he wants.

Like a piece of trash.

This time he lifted my one leg up and placed it on top of the chair. The chair he sits on while facing the mirror.

Then he came into me in that position, so forcefully making me scream.

This is the second time yet it hurts like this. I thought it was gonna end that first time.

Why does it still hurt so much?

He didn't seem to care about my pains as he kept driving in and out. I continued crying, I continued holding myself. I continued enduring the pains until my both legs started shaking especially the one on top of the chair.

Even tho sweats already covered his whole body, he doesn't look like he has even started which made me feel worse.