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Zoloft's hand dipped between my legs, and a tear slipped down my cheek when he dragged a finger through my slit.
"Zoloft, you motherfucker!" Anthony went berserk, pulling and tugging, the chair screeching across the floor. "Get your motherfucking hands off her!"
"Oh, dear Bologna heir. If you can't handle this, I can't wait to see how you tear yourself apart when you watch me fuck her."
"Zoloft, stop. Do whatever the fuck you want with me. But don't you dare fucking touch her!" Anthony screamed, but it was more a plea than a demand.
A tear moved down his cheek, and the sight broke me. I lost every ounce of strength I had, and finally, my silent tears turned into sobs.
Zoloft rounded me again until he stood in front of me, reaching out and wiping the tears from my face. "I can't wait to hear you scream."
I know, I know. Your heart was in your throat, right? Forgive me.