I gasped for breath, struggling against you. If I had breath, I would cry out when you ripped by dress away- but I can't, your hand is too tight around my throat, and I can't breath to scream. Beneath the clothing, my skin is smooth, flawless and pale. My chest heaves as I continue struggling to breath, tears now rolling freely down my cheeks. My undergarments are simple- a plain white bra, and plain white panties, both lacking any additional 'frills' that some women prefer. I move my lips, trying to plea with you, silently.
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