The Warlock's Woman

ren Johnson Jr’s voice mad

he temerity to t

o leave them alone. Not unt

ejected his advances and m

as hellbent on tea

elf, I knew that I wa

student whose parents were on t

ught up in a world where his father’s muscle men and later, he and his friends were used to ru

an a little

y made me attrac

e me the ideal target f

grimacing as the pain struck

ot go down wi

arning that I would fight back fiercely

udly, I glared at t

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sl*t!’ shouted Warren triu

over the rocks with war cries. I could see Warren tear off his shirt as he r

werful body. But what scared me was the fact

ne to help me

ight with had spoken of his brutality. But they still simpered and cowered

im; no one had had the

which had been torn earlier, I prepared to figh

kinny and had strong body odour. You could smell him from a mile

g with sweat as they stood, looking at me. I had managed to p

I shrank back, fear entering

His dark, shaven head gleamed in the moonlight, and I could see the ugly look

ld let you wander off

atiently, his hands on his trouser belt, and

led and

cherry to pick

was a virgin, I thought fur

would

teful pigs

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my mouth shut as he reached forward swiftly and ripped my top

saw his hands twitch as he touched his trousers.

k of the tree, my eyes flittin

as he ran his free hand over me roughly. I struggled wildly, kicking and cursing him, but it only made them laugh. There was a touch

biting my neck as I whimpered in pain. ‘Whore. We

cing his tongue into my mouth. The others roared appreciatively as he yanked my hair and I yelped in pain as he jerked it, back, exposing my throa

ck of my top in one larg

, as well; knowing he and his friends

d!’ I spat in f

ised his hand to strike me. But a long ,

ll of

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rees filled the air and at the same time, I could smell the fear on that moonlit landscape as Warren’s companions turned. They searched th

nd it was not a tri

was s