You slap me, and my eyes fly open in surprise- not that I should be. You move your face close to mine, calling me pathetic, talking about rising up. As you grip my ass and force me to meet your thrusts, I find myself growing angry. Here you are, raping me, degrading me, and you have the -nerve- to call -me- pathetic? Without thinking, I spit up at you, a bit of pride washing over me for a split second, before I realize what it is I've done. Fear grips me when I do, my eyes shutting as I tense, preparing for your response.
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