Sold To A Gang Leader Episode 20
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🙅 Sold To A Gang Leader Episode Twenty:
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He Owns Her 🧡
(So Scared)
🧡 SHAWNA’S POV 🧡
I thought I’d be able to handle it. I thought I’ll be able to face it when he started but I realized as it went on that I might actually pass out if he continues.
I held unto the table more firmly as not to fall as he went in and out of me. Tears strolled down my eyes and I bit my lips together to prevent me from crying out. I could only whimper and sniff in.
My eyes remained fixed on the table, I didn’t want to look at the mirror. I know he wants me to see how sorrowful I look.
He wants me to learn my lessons but this is not really a punishment? What else is more hurtful than this? Is there something more hurtful than what he is really doing to me right now? I doubt it!
I didn’t no how long he spent but I know he spent a lot of time before he made me turn to face him this time.
I felt embarrassed, ashamed, sad, bittered. I felt pains because a guy was staring and screwing me like he wants.
Like a piece of trash.
This time he lifted my one leg up and placed it on top of the chair. The chair he sits on while facing the mirror.
Then he came into me in that position, so forcefully making me scream.
This is the second time yet it hurts like this. I thought it was gonna end that first time.
Why does it still hurt so much?
He didn’t seem to care about my pains as he kept driving in and out. I continued crying, I continued holding myself. I continued enduring the pains until my both legs started shaking especially the one on top of the chair.
Even tho sweats already covered his whole body, he doesn’t look like he has even started which made me feel worse.
Please just let him get tired. This is the only goddamn way I’ll be free from him.
But he didn’t, he continued and continued. I started getting extremely tired. My breathing started getting weaker. I couldn’t breath fast anymore and sweats has equally covered my body.
My legs felt like they aren’t part of my body anymore, I couldn’t really feel them. My V hurts so much, even from the back.
I don’t know if he finally noticed how weak I was but he stopped screwing me. He pulled out of me. I didn’t even look at him althrough. My eyes were fixed in the ceiling starting from the time he turned me to face him.
I fell completely exhausted on the chair.
I saw him walk away and I closed my eyes to catch my breath for about 10 minutes before I got up. I made to put on my clothes and saw his release on my thighs. I ignored it and wore my clothes before staggering to my room.
I could barely walk. My legs continued shaking till I got to my room and threw myself on the bed then drifted into sleep.
Early Next day
I felt a tap on my body and I threw my eyes opened to see a maid. She was putting on a smile.
I blinked and sat up on the bed.
“Mr Dillion wants you to meet him in 20 minutes” she stated.
“Mr…Dillion” I asked wide eyes.
“Yes” she answered and left immediately.
Oh gosh, what is it again? What does he wants? I wondered and made to rush to the bathroom but felt extreme pains around my lower body.
I winched out loudly recalling the reason why I’m feeling so much pain.
Gosh, where are the drugs ma’am Sandra packed into my bags? I thought and dragged my legs down to the floor.
The pains seemed to have tripled.
Oh goodness! And he asked me to meet him in 20 minutes. I don’t want to get on his nerves again. I’ll manage.
I quickly brought out the drugs and took two pills from each packet, drank a little quantity of water then dragged myself into the bathroom.
I let water wash me. I didn’t scrub with sponge or use soap. I guess I’ll have to bath again later.
I rushed out of the bathroom and found a short and shirt to wear. I put them on and dragged myself out to his room.
I couldn’t walk properly tho. Just walking funny.
I knocked on his door but didn’t hear a reply. I knocked again, again and again but didn’t hear a movement.
What is this again? Gosh! Why isn’t he answering when he was the one that sent for me? I thought feeling so so…. I don’t even know how am feeling.
How am I supposed to feel?
I stood there waiting for him to eventually reply. He might be purposely doing this.
I kept standing there until a maid walked by and stopped.
‘Mr Dillion is outside in the garage. He said to get you” she stated.
Oh goodness! So he wasn’t here all along?
“Okay” I mouthed and followed her out to the garage.
He looked annoyed even seeing me.
“When will you ever learn to obey?” He groaned and started walking to a particular side. I walked after him and we entered a different building.
It looks like a court. He picked up a tennis ball.
“Go over there” he pointed to the extreme end of the court and I obeyed.
He threw the ball up in the air and played it right at me. I kept looking at the ball coming at me wondering what I should do with it until it got to me and hit me right in the forehead.
I fell flat on the floor and my head spin.
Oh my goodness! Isn’t this death? My legs, waist and now my head?
“Bring it to me now!” He rasped out and I managed to stand up.
“Come on, fast!” He snapped and I rushed faster and gave the ball to him.
He didn’t even wait for me to get to the end. He played it again and it’s hits me but I didn’t fall this time. It hit me near my spine in the back.
I winched and squatted.
“Be fast! Give me the ball” he screamed and I picked it up and gave it to him. My now tears already covered my eyes.
Maybe this is how he wants to punish me.
“I won’t ever disobey you again, please stop” I pleaded with him when he had hit me with the ball for the tenth times.
My whole body screamed pain!
He pretended not to hear me and kept on going but that was just minor. I started feeling the real pain when we left there and went to another court. I don’t really know what it’s used for but he asked me to hold on to a small shade.
I held it and raised it like he instructed. He took out a gun and my heart skipped.
A gun? I thought and felt a light pain in my chest region immediately.
He pointed it at me and my hands started shaking in the air.
I didn’t know when I threw the shade he gave me away, but not minding what I did. He shot! He shot it directly at me and I felt a my chest shattering into pity pieces.
I fell on my knees immediately and covered my ears with both hands.
I felt scared. So scared. Does he wanna kill me this way?
“Please forgive me” I cried painfully on my knees.
TO Be Continued
