Chapter 22. Coward

cHis hand on my neck tightened with rage, cutting off what little air I had left.

My legs collapsed beneath me, but his grip kept me upright—barely. My head tilted back against my will, eyes rolling to the ceiling where the light flickered dimly above me.

This wasn't like before. This wasn’t the kind of pain that fed into desire.

My lips parted as if to speak, but only a thin gasp escaped.

I couldn’t breathe.

A terrifying memory flashed in my mind.

I had felt this before, years ago… when I was just a child. I had almost died after a brutal gang rape that took my virginity.

I could remember crying and calling on Lord Vince.

“Daddy, make it stop, it hurts... they are hurting me, please... I beg you, Daddy.”

My tiny voice pleaded.

And his reply.

“My precious little kitten. You are getting trained, this is what you were born for. You will make a good cum slut in the future. Look how good you are taking all