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A/N: The content of this chapter has material that might be disturbing to some readers: physical/mental abuse and non-consent violation. You have been warned.
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Lena, pinned between Aaron and the wall, hesitated to answer his last question. She was too terrified to speak.
Determined not to let Aaron see how scared she was, she fought back her tears. Lena knew this was exactly what he desired.
He got great pleasure out of seeing her cry in pain. The man was sick in the head; she thought to herself.
"Lena…" He ran the apex of his sharp nose along her jaw. Commenting in a sedate voice. "I need your answer." She felt his fingers inching closer to the edge of the fabric on her panties. Nudging under the seam.
"You know, the fear you display before me—makes you look so lovely each time I see it. I am thinking I should forget about Faye and keep you instead," he said, leaning himself against her.
