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"Hello Lauren my sweet" I said standing at the edge of the bed. "Help me please Mr. Rogers, help me get away" she sluringly begged, her big brown eyes pleading to me. "We canôt have you getting away Lauren, how will I have my fun with you then?" "What? Help me get away from here, these cuffs hurt" "No Lauren. You are staying here. You are staying here as long as I want to keep you here, and Iôm going to hurt you Lauren. Iôm going to fuck you, Iôm going to beat you and Iôm going to make you feel pain you never knew existed. You might even come to like it Lauren" Her eyes remained wide as I spoke, but the deeper emotion showing within them turned from plead to terror as what I was saying dawned on her.
"Leave me alone, let me out of these, get away from me you horrible man!" she protested with increasing volume as panic began to spread through her. She pulled at her cuffs and wriggled on the bed, beginning a typical 14-year-old tantrum. My hand was almost whistling through the air, such was the speed with which I bought it down across her face. I connected with her left cheek, sending her head twisting to the right, accompanied by an impressive crack.