Natasha's P.O.V.
Throwing the blanket over the face of the sleeping slave I sat up in bed. I wanted to pick up a knife and slit his throat! All night he continuously f****d me. He was so rough that he caused me to bleed. I always liked hard f*****g, but this slave was at a whole other level. He disgusted me. I knew that he would take his anger out on me, but he was acting like my betrayal ruined his life. Throughout the night, I saw that there were countless whip marks on his back, but who knew how many were caused by my lies. He probably only received fifteen or twenty lashes as his punishment and had been lying in bed for only a few days, tending his wounds, but he wanted to take out his revenge on me as if I had caused him a great loss! What a f*****g loser!
He dared to f**k me,
