The house
"She is all yours, " The man said. Not a good sign evidently. He through a dress like the old one at me.
"Get it on," He purred. He didn't leave, so I took my t-shirt off. He stared at my bra, what kind of boy does that? I put the dress over me and took the trousers off. He came close so we were nearly touching and then he took my clothes off me and hung them up in his room. When he came back in, he took me by surprise by throwing me against the wall and kissing me. I tried to fight back but he was so strong. He started putting his hand up my thighs but I took him by surprise by punching him. I started running for the exit, my legs felt like jelly. He caught up and growled "Eres mía,"
I knew what he had said because I spoke Spanish (You're mine) so I said back "No, ya basta (Never, stop it)." He laughed loudly and pulled me back. Now he was really kissing me, strong and powerful, all I could do is stand there in dismay.
He stopped and said "I suppose I will have to share you with my brother and sister but we can have fun,"
"You not me," I growled. He kissed harder, pulling me so close it hurt, I screamed in pain and he silenced it so quickly not much sound came out.
"Eres mía por lo que no puede hacer nada al respecto lo que también podría coperiate. (You're mine so you can't do anything about it so might as well coperiate.)"
"Tea," His father shouted and he threw me on the floor like a toy and shackled my legs up so tightly I thought he might of blocked the blood supply off. He ran out locking the door behind him. I am lieing here on the cold stone ground waiting for them to come back. I wondered what he would do next, I was tired and weak so I lay down to go to sleep.
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