Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81581 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81581 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Fuzz’s easygoing features harden as he steps aside to inspect me as I cower behind Vaughn. He lets out a whistle of appreciation. “Shit, V, she’s got some fine-ass legs. Her cunt tight?”
I shudder at his crude words. Normally, I’m high off my ass by the time we get to these men he sells me to. Awareness prickles through me. I wish I were fucked up right now.
“The tightest,” Vaughn brags, a lingering hint of possessiveness in his tone.
“How much?” Fuzz questions as he blatantly eye-fucks my tits.
“How much you got?”
Fuzz laughs. “You took all my money, man.”
“You got any brown left?” Vaughn asks.
“I got a gram or two,” Fuzz tells him, his gaze never leaving the way my dress hugs my tits.
“I need it.”
I swallow and gape at him. Surely he’s not selling my body for a couple of grams of crystal meth.
“Come in, man, shit’s over there,” Fuzz says and points to the couch.
Vaughn drags me into the dingy and trashed apartment by my wrist. Terror spikes through me. I don’t like this guy Fuzz and the way he stares at me as if he wants to hurt me.
“You got twenty minutes with her,” Vaughn tells him as he sits on the lumpy sofa and reaches for the tray of drugs. “No anal.”
Fuzz lets out a whistle before grabbing me from behind. I scream when I’m lifted off the floor and carried into the bedroom. Vaughn’s laugh sends ice shooting through my veins. This is an all-time low for him. So many times he’s hurt me but this betrayal runs deep.
Once inside the bedroom that reeks of body odor, I’m shoved to the floor. Fuzz shuts the door behind him and starts ripping off his shirt. He’s giant and solid muscle. It’s the evil glint in his eyes that has me scrambling away. I’m halfway toward the window when he grabs me by my hair and hauls me over to the bed. The screams ripping from me are otherworldly as he shoves me over the edge of the stinky stained mattress. He rips my dress up over my hips exposing my bare ass to him.
“No anal,” he mimics as he begins unbuckling his pants.
Tears stream down my cheeks and I once again try to claw my way away from him. He’s strong as he presses the back of my head down against the mattress with his massive hand. I’m squirming but it doesn’t stop him from pushing his fat erection into my dry pussy. I sob and claw my fingernails into the soiled mattress but to no avail. He drives into me brutally. His grunts and moans are like alcohol in a cut, stinging me from the outside in.
“This ass is so fucking hot,” he tells me as he slams into me. “I’m going to hit it too.”
I start screaming for Vaughn. Begging him to save me. Fuzz pulls out of my pussy and begins pushing the head of his cock against my asshole. Fire burns through me from the tiny intrusion. I’m fearful for when he manages to get all the way in.
“V-Vaughn, p-please,” I sob.
Pain, excruciating and all-consuming, explodes within me when Fuzz pushes all the way into me. I black out but the fire won’t let me go. It holds me just out of reach from passing out all the way. Some sick torturous game.
I will myself to think about anything other than the brutalization but I can’t. All I can think about is Fuzz’s giant cock in my ass while my boyfriend ignores my screams.
I start to truly black out when I hear a slam. Then a grunt. The pain seems to lessen the moment Fuzz pulls out.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
I manage to roll over to my side, wincing in pain. Vaughn has Fuzz by the throat as he slams his fist over and over again into the man’s face.
“I. Said. No. Anal,” Vaughn roars, gripping Fuzz by the throat and then slamming his head into the edge of a dresser.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Sickening sounds of crunching bone and puncturing flesh cause me to vomit. Bile spews all over the mattress as tears blur the scene before me. Vaughn doesn’t stop for what seems like forever.
He lets go of Fuzz who hits the floor with a thud. When Vaughn’s eyes meet mine, they’re dilated and wild from the drugs. He winks at me before stalking out of the room. I’m shaking so badly but I manage to sit up on my side. When I glance out of the room, I’m horrified to see Vaughn prepping another syringe. I drag my gaze to the floor. Fuzz, or what’s left of him, faces the ceiling. His face is crushed in and he’s not breathing or moving.
Vaughn killed him.
He’s going to kill me one day soon too.
I know that to be true with every part of my being. And without the drugs confusing me, I’m able to take action. I ease myself off the bed and stand on wobbly legs. Everything hurts, especially my ass, but I manage to drag my dress back down to cover myself. Bright red blood runs down my thigh past my knee.