The slimy f*****g bastard held me to him, and I watched with complete horror as two men sat on the other side of the room, holding a f*****g video camera.
"Shh, stop crying. Now. It's bothering me."
I let out another sob as he pressed his lips to my neck, I pushed against him, but he was too strong, I had lost the fight inside of me that begged for me to push back.
He threw me on the bed, and I felt the agony and dread flow through me like the ocean. And I drowned.
"W-What about Brie?" I tried
He scoffed, "she encouraged this, actually. She'll support anything to get back at those Russian scum, and anyways..." He grinned "she knows I like a good fuck."
That cruel, snake-like smile that will forever stain my memory.
I let out a scream as he began undressing me, hot tears burned down
