TW: Dark Chapter: Minor descriptive r*pe, some descriptive torture.
Dominique
Over the next three weeks, man after man showed up and used me. Sometimes two or three men would show up. They would hit, punch, slap, then pin me down and use whatever hole was convenient.
I had bruises all over my body but nothing bone breaking happened. The men that showed up didn’t care about the bruises. They just added to them.
A lot of the men would rant at me, screaming their mother’s name, calling me a controlling b*tch as they slapped me across the face. Or call me a gold digging wh*re as they choked me while f*cking me and calling me their wives names.
One man came and all he wanted me to do was hold him and tell him that he was awesome and doing a good job. That was the best thing that ha
