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– Not! I screamed as I felt his fingers on my thigh. What is the strength went nails on his hand and jerked to the side.

– Bitch! he hissed, jerking me back into place. He bared his teeth, growled, and pulled the dress up with a sharp movement. – All of you… – realizing that there was nothing under the robe, he bared his teeth again. – You are all whores, – palm on chest. – Y-yes … – hips to me, close.

I felt the hardness of his groin, and I was literally shaking. From rage, from desperation. The corners of his eyes burned. He smelled of strong alcohol, but the woody smell… Not the same. Not that…

– I don’t want! – She pushed again and, having contrived, kicked on the shin. Drunk, he staggered, and I pushed again, and then rushed out of the bathroom. My heart was pounding in my throat, I was pounding. If he wants to catch up with me… I didn’t know what to do next. Almost naked, in uncomfortable home slippers… Just run out of the room, just…

She stopped when she saw Max standing in the doorway of the room. Gloomy, he looked at me with devilish black eyes. Jeans, casually thrown over a jacket… Fear became stronger than before. How did he… I turned around. In the bathroom door, leaning on the jamb, stood… Max. Max, fuck him!