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She hurt and felt desi dirty and filthy. She continued to picture the passing of money between the two men and she felt nauseated at the thought that Jim simply paid to have sex with her making her a true whore. Her lack of ability to sleep led her to get to her feet and walk quietly to the kitchen to get something to drink. She got a glass of water but out of the corner of her eye she saw the kitchen knife block. She walked over to the counter where it sat sexy and with her hands trembling one by one lifted each knife up looking at it's blade. She took a few more sips of her water then set the glass down and slowly pulled one of the knives from the block as tears came pouring from her eyes. She quietly celeb walked back to her room holding the knife in her hand closing the door behind her. Holly laid on her bed crying clutching the knife she had pulled from the block. She wasn't sure if she had it in her to defend herself from Roger or if she even had the strength or nerve to even attempt to stab him with it or if she had the intent of trying to end her pain by ending her own life. She thought about her mother and her friends and her life before he came into their home but she knew she was not that girl anymore nor would she ever be that girl again. He had changed that, he had changed her, through sex, pain and violence. Did she have the nerve to hurt him? Or was it easier to hurt herself. To end her own pain indian which might somehow end his pleasure. With her hand trembling she lifted the knife and put the base of the blade to her wrist. Then slowly with pressure she drew the blade across her own wrist and blood started to pour from the wound. Within moments she passed out into darkness. She woke somewhere unfamiliar to her. At first glance she thought it might be a hospital but she soon realized there were only two other people there in addition to herself. It took a few minutes before she realized what she had attempted to do and looked at her wrist which had a thick bandage taped over it and it was very sore. Of the other two people there she recognized Roger but the woman there in blue scrubs she did not know. "You stupid girl, I knew you liked pain but I wouldn't have thought you were into cutting yourself. You must be more careful, you almost cut too deep. But I saved your life so it now belongs to me. I've just begin to explore your potential. I'm confident we can push your limits to even greater heights. Milk Maid Darla my wife and like I was expecting our first child at any moment. The nervous energy between the two of us hot was almost palpable. I loaded her packed bags into the car and pulled around to the front of the house to shorten her walking distance. Throwing one bag in the back with a change of clothes for me, although I didn’t think it would be necessary, but Darla had insisted. I heard her scream and I almost drove straight through our prized winning rose garden to get back to her. She stood propped against the doorway as I hurried to her side, just as her water broke spilling onto the front steps. I was in full panic mode at this point and I picked her up and carried her to the silver colored sedan. Adjusting the passenger’s seat so she could be somewhat comfortable I closed the door and ran to the other side. We sped off into the night ignoring all traffic laws as I called ahead to let our Dr. know we were on the way to the birthing center. I wasn’t thrilled about this center, but Darla loved it. It was a simple and very welcoming place, but it seemed to discourage modern comforts. It didn’t have all the shiny new equipment the large hospitals have. It was designed to give birth in the most natural of ways. I was all for natural, but if something went wrong, I wanted the assurance they would be able to take care of it. “I’m unaware Mr. Jackson. She pulls her tight hot tank top off over her head. “Welcome, Madam” he bowed politely as I got out. Their bodies were pressed closely together, but not uncomfortably, so that her face was close enough to Kyle’s for him to feel her hot breath against his lips. After aiming Pauline in the direction of the back yard I desi go to the kitchen, open a beer and down it. I hope you take time to vote and comment. “Thanks a lot Mr. Hopkins and no trouble at all. And remember what I said about those insoles. It wasn’t hard to find Nicole’s car in the parking lot for a number of reasons. My mom isn’t from the 1960s, but she evidently had a real thing for her Barbie dolls growing up and collected almost every Ken & Barbie set Mattel ever made. I had wired Paul a million dollars and told him to text me when he got to London. 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