Priscilla
“Jasper, don’t do this,” I plead, holding my stinging cheek.
He narrows his eyes at me, “You never complained before,” He laughs and shoves me harder toward the bed.
I try to resist, but he overpowers me, and I land on the bed. Jasper’s hand turns to a claw, which he uses to rip my dress off. I struggle away from him, and he grips my arm with his clawed hand.
“Hold still, Priscilla,” He hisses. “Once you become mine, you will be more compliant,” He licks his lips as he begins kissing my neck.
Instead of feeling pleasure, I feel disgusted and want to vomit in his face, but I hold it in. I close my eyes as he rips off my panties and scream as he bites my n****e. Jasper took my virginity, and I thought he was everything, but now I only bore disgust and hatred for him.
“You
