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I am sorry

The truth was I was genuinely befuddled when I heard him say that. I could not remember the particular time I mentioned that I thought he was lusting after me or lust for me, whatever. Really, that sudden action raced my heart and increased my blood pump. He qualified me wet and frigid but still forced himself in me all the time? He made me a toy for himself and still said that about me? Why then did he always do it? I might be frigid to him because I was never interested doing anything with him but he should not have said that to me. That was an insult to my personality and I was angry but I could not do anything because I was always helpless.

I felt a wet substance on my forehead as I tried sitting up, it was like it dripped from my head to my forehead because I was just feeling the wetness. I reached up and touched it. A liquid which had stained the tip of the finger I used to touch it. It was red.

I was bleeding? Just as I looked up at Lustrow, I found out my f
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