Malcolm
I hurt so much. My ass has been ripped in two. My jaw hurts from having to suck that a*sholes giant c*ck. I’ve thrown up every time. I hate this. I tried fighting back, but I just get a beating every time I do, so I’ve resigned myself to take what he gives me. No one will tell me why I am here or who was in charge.
My only clue was that one time when King mentioned Dominique. But I was afraid to ask. I didn’t want them knowing more than I was willing to give. All they should know is that she committed suicide after losing our child.
There’s no way they could have found out the truth, right? What does a motorcycle club have to do with Dominique? Something was tickling the back of my mind. But I couldn’t get it to come forward.
The door clicked open and King walked in with
