Chapter 33. His Torture

“If I can’t have you, he can’t have you. He doesn’t know you like I do. He doesn’t love you like I do.” He throws me on the floor, his hands grabbing mine and tying them behind my back. I struggle and try to escape. I can’t. He bends down, holding my face in place, pushing his kiss on me. Squirming, I try to move. He looks at me smiling, moving I spit in his face.

“What? I thought you liked it rough. I have watched you two for ages. I know everything that turns you on.” He pulls me up, his hand groping my arse, as he pushes me against the wall. I am screaming, trying to fight him off, but it is pointless.

“You like being told what to do, I have seen, so why not listen and do what I say?” His body pushes me against the wall, pinning me there, so I can’t breathe.

“Get off me,” I scream, swinging my head back, so it hits him. He stumbles back, and I try to run, but he grabs me, dragging me back again. His hands, once again, throw me against the wall, my head hitting i