SAMANTHA
I felt shame wash over me.
The man on the screen gripped the back of the woman's head as he continued to stroke her hair. His fingers moved through the blonde strands slowly, possessively and he moved his dick inside, throating her.
She smiled, receiving it with honor and he kept bobbing her head, fucking her mouth to his satisfaction. She kept pretending that kneeling on the hard floor was exactly where she wanted to be and this made me remember the scene with Jayce in the garden that morning.
His hands on me. His mouth. His laughter. The way he treated my body like something he owned.
The sensation of being a slave to the whims and desires of men flooded back. My heart began to pound, my face turned red and hot. I was humiliated.
Is this what my life has become?
At that moment, Daisy clapped her hands together sharply. The sound echoed through the room.
