ANNA:
Opening my eyes my ruthless jailer laughs his head off, grabs my cheeks with his rough, huge hand, moves my face from side to side, and with his vodka breath, talks to me, sticking his face to mine:
-Playing asleep my little slut, are you playing with me? -I read your mind better than you can read yourself, I know you still have some wounds but they are healing. -What Mustek told me is true, until you are fully recovered I won't be able to enjoy you as I want to. -You won't have the pleasure of having me inside you and moaning with pleasure like all the sluts I've owned do, they all die in the end by strangulation or because they tear themselves apart while f*****g me. What's in store for you?
Without any restraint I feel his tongue licking my face, and his lips come to rest on mi
