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He was drunk. He grabbed her by the hair. Poboy knew how to break even the toughest bitches and Angel was a softie.
“I keep you around to sleep? Get your ass up!” he roared. He shoved her on the bed and watched her titties bounce up and down. His dick rocked up. She scrambled to cover herself, which annoyed him because he liked watching her naked.
“You want me to fuck you today, Angel? I think today might be the day.”
She trembled in fear but didn’t say anything.
“Maybe I’ll take your ass,” he threatened.
She mumbled something.
“What? Speak up!”
“Let me put something on and I’ll go to the kitchen. I made the food, I just got to heat it up,” she pleaded.
“I been gone all day long. You sleep all fucking day? Or did you run out and fuck one of these young niggas? You let Joe in here to fuck?”
“No!” she cried, eyes going wide with true fear. He knew she hadn’t done nothing, but her fear excited him.
“No, I didn’t! I never would. I don’t ever even talk to them, Poboy, you know that!”
Yeah, he did know that, but he also knew Angel liked Joe. That young darkskinned nigga from Alabama. And the feeling was mutual– Poboy could read that country motherfucker like a book. He had plans for Joe, but for now he just wanted to torment Angel.
“If I find out you fucked him, you know what will happen,” he said, stepping to the scared girl and grabbing her throat. “I can get fifty niggas to fuck you to death in front of him. Then I’ll make my dogs eat his heart while it’s still beating. You think I won’t do it, bitch? You think I won’t?”
“Please…”
Poboy pried open her legs and groped her pussy. She froze as he fingered her tiny clit, his two fingers sliding up into her hot, heavenly wetness. “Ugh…” he groaned out loud. His dick begged to bury itself inside her tight reluctant hole. But he restrained himself, as always.
He finger-fucked her for another minute before letting her go. She was shaking with fear. Good. Let her never forget who owned that pussy.
He said, “You one lucky little virgin. Now go fix me up some food.”
He’d turned his back on her when something heavy slammed into his head. In disbelief Poboy touched his scalp and felt it wet and sticky. He charged towards Angel. She threw up her hands. Poboy grabbed them, pinned her to the bed and punched her in the face.
I needto get out of here.
Angel shuddered, wiping the split underneath her eye with a rough paper towel. How much longer could she take this shit? If she had any shred of self respect she would cut that man into bits. He treated her like dirt. She let him beat on her and didn’t even fight back.
Well, she was scared to death of him. She valued her life even though it was a living hell.
“Get me something out the fridge,” Poboy ordered.After knocking her out he went to watch football. It was just the two of them in the house as usual.
“You want water?”She didn’t want him to get more drunk. Liquor just made him crazier.
He growled, “You know what the fuck I want.”
She fixed Poboy’s drink and brought it for him.As she held out the glass and restrained the urge to throw the disgusting mix in his face. He looked her over, his cold green eyes slicing her up from head to toe.
“I ain’t even hit you that hard,” he sneered.
“I know,” she lied.
“So what the fuck you crying for?”
“I’m sorry.”
His eyes dropped to her flat stomach.
