Your chest began to heave as what little oxygen you one possessed was finally expended. He slammed his body into yours, sending you flying into the brick wall. However, you possessed no control of your body. You moaned at the top of your voice like some wonton whore. You lost feeling in your legs and hands. You looked at your phone. Your hands scratched at the rope around your neck, but it did little to sliver your suffering. Your perky ass and C-cup breasts. You couldn’t help but gaze at your reflection in a passing storefront window. He was violent. You lost feeling in your legs and hands. As you walked down the empty street, the only things keeping you company were the darkness of the night and the rhythmic clacking of your heels on the sidewalk. You moaned at the top of your voice like some wonton whore.
