The Devils Game
Shiver tuning down my spine as the hairs on the nape of my neck rose like spikes.
A sound of fabric tearing screeches through my eyes, I lowered my gaze, my heart dropping as I witnessed my torn dress, my chest fully exposed.
Oh, no no no no- pleaseee no
Staring up at Vicktor as he hovers over me, he licks his lip. His eyes darkening like a predator stalking his prey.
"You wanted to do something nice for my birthday right..." he trailed off slowly, leaning close as he inhaled deeply. My lips quivered as the tears silently caressed down my face. "Be a good little wifey, keep quiet and be still." He purred disgustingly.
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