The first time it happened was when he confessed to her. A naive little girl she was, she believed it was love . . . Nothing but sweet romance. It was the first time he had hit her. A mere slap to her cheek but it slap was still a slap. It was painful but a sense of pleasure lingered. That was when he knew she was his.

BULLIES

When he answered, he could hear the relive and the slight quiver in her voice as she spoke. 


He leaned back in his chair as he listened to her asking to come back to him. Nothing made him happier but he said refused. He wasn't finished with her yet. 


He wanted to give her more pain. To make her feel like she has absolutely nothing left. To crush her. 


She sobbed in the phone as she begged him desperately. 


She needed more. And he was going to give her more. It excited him. 


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