6

Because my eyes were stinging so badly, the fact that I was still lying in bed without a cover didn't help matters.

As he walked away from me, it appeared as if Remon had just smacked me. He sat in the corner and walked away, as if he wanted to make amends for what we'd done the night before.

It's amazing that your integrity and shame have both been restored as a result of the beating, but my condition is significantly worse.

My body was in excruciating pain. I was adamant about not going. I wished for the things I desired to occur. His decision to accompany me to Laguna remained a surprise. What makes you think it's impossible for me to alleviate all of his suffering?

Because of the pain in my knees, it was difficult for me to carefully move out of the space.

"Lord, please return me to my birthplace."

Despite the fact that it was difficult for me to enter the building, people seemed to be interested in me for reasons I couldn't understand.

"Please." As soon as I reached the door and clutched the doorknob, I was yanked away from it and flung on the bed like a bag of potatoes.

By the way, where exactly do you intend to go? "Are you attempting to flee?" I screamed as he slammed the door in my face, and I grasped one of my injured hands, which had been bruised as a result of his grip on the door.

What is it about me that you don't want to get out of this situation? I'm not sure why you're forcing me to submit to this unforgiving pig of yours. "Why are you putting pressure on me to accompany you?" is a question I dread answering. As he gently tied his belt around his waist, I asked him questions with all my might.

"What? Is your goal to imply that I'm to fault for this? When I control your body, you'll remark something like, "I'm loving it right in front of me as long as you allow me." "There is no way you can get away with this." Yhra, you are completely and completely mine! "

You don't even own any property or assets! "I will never allow you to bully me in the same way again!" declares the victim. When I yelled and flung the vase at him, he grabbed it. He would have inserted it exactly on top of his head, and his eyes would have glazed over as he looked at me.

You're bound to go to hell and back!

"Hold on a second!" Because he was hitting me hard at the time, his sintron fell on my hip, causing me to growl.

My tears, which I had been repressing, quickly condensed into a single stream, as if on fire. He had smacked my hip, and I could feel the bruise that had resulted.

Your behavior has deteriorated to the point where "some sort of punishment is required." I was much more depressed after being ejected and having my shorts taken away.

He massaged the back of my seat before tying his hand to the top of the chair's head board.

Yura, you're a cruel, terrible young lady who commits heinous crimes. I'm confident you'll go on to be a good girl after this.

"So, who's your daddy, huh?" the narrator asks in the voiceover. Despite being perplexed by his query, the hem of the sintron changed in front of me, prompting me to look around.

"Wait a minute! That is completely absurd! Please don't annoy me by being here.

I heard him remark, "Bad girl," as soon as the belt hit me, his voice full of rage and humour. As the belt crashed into my chest, I thought, "Bad girl."

"Right!" I sighed as his second strike impacted with me.

"YHRA, can you tell me what you're going to say?" "YHRA, can you tell me what you're going to say?" The heat on my cheeks increased as I became more indignant and furious. What is it about him that makes him such a consistently successful pig farmer?

"Tangonamo time!" exclaims the author. I screamed and struggled to free my hand. I was in excruciating pain.

"Please accept my apologies, Daddy!" He yelled as he struck the side of my torso for the fourth time. The pain he's inflicting on me appears to be causing my tears to run down my cheeks.

"It's your habit of enraged your father," the narrator continues. What he's doing is completely incomprehensible to me.

First and foremost, he enquired about my father's father's identity. I'm not sure, but I'm assuming I don't know what I don't know. Following that, he stepped on me. What he was doing to me made me quite uncomfortable.

"Could you just tell me who your daddy is again, sweety?" "Could you just tell me who your daddy is again, sweety?" I was right to be concerned about him hooking anything to my foot, such as a tube with a lock on both of my feet.

I couldn't tighten my calves and thighs as tightly as I would have liked because of his apparel. Feeling him take off his garments ended in him pulling my clothes apart once again.

Please give me your father's name, Yhra, so that I can meet him. I felt like a stump on the ground because of how the belt sagged beneath my neck and how my marriage had wrapped around me.

I sat there, cool and sticky on my back, as Remo's tongue washed the damaged area of my body.

My body seemed to be giving up on the sorrow and stress of my daily life as I grew older and became a woman.

"I'm not sure," the narrator replies, "but don't say woe!"

I opened the way for powerful and intense entry into my femininity by tightening the choke around my neck.

When I inquire about your father's identification, your response will be "You are my father." "Did you catch what I was saying?" He was moaning loudly, and when he stepped behind me, I refused to respond to his shouts. On the inside, he appears to be a sensitive individual. He grabbed a bit of my gift from my hands with a slight movement.

The grasp tightened around my neck the second time. As the choke tightened around my neck for the third time, my breath stuck in my throat.

What? "No, it's not a yes!" The bed felt like it was about to collapse with the weight of the shaking, and I was afraid the bone in my as might break as a result.

The answer is yes, Daddy.

"Oh, no! That is not correct!

So, how did you get up as a father, you cretin?

Yes, you're right! I couldn't finish what I was saying because of the movement and discomfort I was feeling within. "Please accept my apologies for any inconvenience." You scoundrel, tell it like it is!" He doesn't regard me as a real person in his eyes. He erases from my mind the decisions I didn't make because he coerced me into doing them.

What a jerk you are!

Then I'll ask you a question: "How many times have you done this to me?"

"Just do it, slut!" exclaims the author. I couldn't even take another breath when he strangled me.

Declare it clearly and forcefully. "The fact that I'm crying is the one thing that verifies that I'm in too much agony."

Despite my stammer, I have difficulty swallowing until I can talk clearly.

"Yes, Daddy," the toddler confirms, smiling.

"You're a nice girl," he whispered, his feet lagging behind the pace of his footsteps. Despite the fact that my ass and penis were in severe pain, he showed no remorse for what he was doing to me.

What are you doing to be so fuckable, you know? Oh my goodness. "Did you try to entice me into fucking you like a whore?" I was baffled. He'd said something to me earlier, and it seemed like I'd been beaten repeatedly as a result of his comments.

The first and most important point to make is that I did not force myself to pay attention to him. Until that point in my life, I'd never gotten into the practice of approaching strangers and seeming desperate in front of them.

You are not permitted to leave the premises without permission at this time. Keep in mind that you are all under my command. If you continue to fight, you will come to regret your decision." Believe me when I say you'll grow accustomed to it." My hot juices penetrated my femininity and stayed till she had had enough of me and had to leave.