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EMPTY GUN

Angela struggled, turning her face away, tears spilling down her cheeks.

Damon laughed, looking over his shoulder at Antonio.

"Does it hurt to see me touch her? Does it bother you to watch her suffer?"

Antonio's eyes darted to the empty gun on the floor, then to Damon, who was too focused on tormenting Angela to notice.

Damon's hand slid under Angela's shirt, and his hands pulled down her purple lace thong.

Angela tightened her thighs to stop him, but it was useless.

"You seem to have gotten wet from my fingers, how long have you been without a man? Did you miss my touch? You get wet for me."

His grin widening as Angela sobbed louder, she opened her eyes and met Antonio's gaze.

She shook her head.

"That's not true! I am so sorry, Antonio ... . I didn't mean to.... I.... I am sorry".

Damon laughed out loudly then

smacked her on her face.

He turned her around and her hair back pressing her face against the wall while he looked at Antonio who was still at the same spot.

"I'll take her r
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