The Wrong Choice of Man
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,109
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Days are counting Down
After several weeks of abuse, Faith was getting fed up. But Alex now changed all the locks and she can’t go outside anymore. She is under house-arrest. Alex has even gotten so low. She has forced marriage upon her. He had a private priest come in. But that is old news. As the days pass, beatings and raping are getting worse and more violent.
There was one incident that death was floating for Faith. But there was an angel saving her. They wanted her to live pass this jerk.
It was just beginning to snow and the house seemed cheerful. But it was most definitely was not. Faith was sitting on the warm leather couch waiting for anything to happen. Just as she was thinking how happy she was back in graduation nearly a year ago, Alex walks in the room naked. “What do you think you are doing?” he said in a hard serious voice. “I am done with the dinner dishes and the…” she stopped as he interrupted. “That wasn’t the answer I was looking for!” his voice louder this time. Faith has learned not to shudder when his voice gets loud. At that moment she sees that his dick is rising. She knows what is going to happen next. He points to the floor. She also knows what this means. She stands, and then unbuttons her flannel pajamas, slips out of her thong and bra, lies down on the floor and braces herself.
Instantly, he flung himself on the floor and spread her long, luscious legs. He started jamming 2 fingers up her shaven pussy. She screeched at the pain that was from his short uncut nails. After he had his pleasure from 2 fingers, he went to 4, and then he was shoving his whole hand including his palm and some wrist. Faith was squeezing the rug so hard her knuckles were white. Tears then were dropping from her hurt eyes. She screamed. He once again told her, “Shut the fuck up, Faith! The more you cry the more pain you will endure!” She instantly stopped crying for she did not want to endure more than she has to.
Then, the worst of the worst was coming. One day she was looking through his dresser drawers and found around 10 pictures of girls naked. They had bruises, and cuts all over their bodies and they looked unconscious. Faith’s heart skipped a few beats because she heard the front door open. She knew exactly what was going to happen next…or did she?
A/N: This is the third chapter. I got to have MORE reviews to keep going! R*R!!!! PLEASE!!!!! REVIEWS!!!
There was one incident that death was floating for Faith. But there was an angel saving her. They wanted her to live pass this jerk.
It was just beginning to snow and the house seemed cheerful. But it was most definitely was not. Faith was sitting on the warm leather couch waiting for anything to happen. Just as she was thinking how happy she was back in graduation nearly a year ago, Alex walks in the room naked. “What do you think you are doing?” he said in a hard serious voice. “I am done with the dinner dishes and the…” she stopped as he interrupted. “That wasn’t the answer I was looking for!” his voice louder this time. Faith has learned not to shudder when his voice gets loud. At that moment she sees that his dick is rising. She knows what is going to happen next. He points to the floor. She also knows what this means. She stands, and then unbuttons her flannel pajamas, slips out of her thong and bra, lies down on the floor and braces herself.
Instantly, he flung himself on the floor and spread her long, luscious legs. He started jamming 2 fingers up her shaven pussy. She screeched at the pain that was from his short uncut nails. After he had his pleasure from 2 fingers, he went to 4, and then he was shoving his whole hand including his palm and some wrist. Faith was squeezing the rug so hard her knuckles were white. Tears then were dropping from her hurt eyes. She screamed. He once again told her, “Shut the fuck up, Faith! The more you cry the more pain you will endure!” She instantly stopped crying for she did not want to endure more than she has to.
Then, the worst of the worst was coming. One day she was looking through his dresser drawers and found around 10 pictures of girls naked. They had bruises, and cuts all over their bodies and they looked unconscious. Faith’s heart skipped a few beats because she heard the front door open. She knew exactly what was going to happen next…or did she?
A/N: This is the third chapter. I got to have MORE reviews to keep going! R*R!!!! PLEASE!!!!! REVIEWS!!!