Chapter 57

• His cock was as much a monster as he was. I’d seen so many. So many sad little cocks used by their sad sicko owners . . . but never one like his. Veined and thick as he worked it in his bloodied fingers. Bloodied fingers that had been buried inside me.
• He forced me to my knees, his filthy fingers in my filthy hair, and my mouth was already open, wanting what was coming for the first time in my life.
• “Make sure you make it nice and wet before I fuck you,” he grunted.