I walked up and down the boulevard trying to entice men to pull over and pay me for a good time. I was so scared walking home with no money. My man ain’t gonna be happy. He counts on me to feed his drug addiction. I walk through the door and he asked for the money. I told him I didn’t make any and he slapped my face hard. When I saw him going for his belt I ran upstairs to hide. From my hiding place in the closet I could hear him going room to room looking for me.
“Layla, bitch where are you? I just what to talk to you.”, he lied.
I didn’t say a word and I prayed to God in my head that he would be too drunk to find me. But I heard him entering the room and his footsteps got closer and closer…
“Bitch, get the fuck out of this closet right fucking NOW!”, he yelled as he swung the closet door open.
He pulled me by my hair from the closet. Then he fastened the belt around my neck and pulled it tightly. I tried loosening the belt with my fingers, but he pulled it tighter. Tears fell from my eyes because I thought this is it he’s going to kill me this time. He pulled the belt tighter and tighter with all of his strength. I don’t remember blacking out, but I woke up in bed with his face between my thighs. He was eating my pussy and it felt good. He lapped his tongue across my pussy and I grinded myself against his face until I came hard. This is why I can’t leave him, he’s like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
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