Chapitre 58: ~°~Chapter Fifty-eight~°~

The belt digs into my wrists, chafing it raw with every slight movement.

"I've always wanted to do that."  He murmurs to me, slowly unbuttoning the white shirt that I have on and ripping it off, the soft material gives way under his cruel grip and I could already feel the welts rising on my skin from having a cloth get torn off my body.

The white vest underneath my shirt goes next and it doesn't get any gentle treatment as he practically rips it off my body, again and dives in, kissing and nibbling down my exposed chest.

I hate my body for reacting to this onslaught, tears dripping out of the corners of my tightly shut eyes, I bite my lips hard to distract myself from the sensation of Tyrone's slimy tongue laving over a nipple.

I clench my fists so that my wrongly tied wrists get chafed harder and I can concentrate on the pain of my skin ripping and not Tyrone nibbling and sucking on another nipple.