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Oh
,
for
the
love
of
all
that
’
s
holy
.
I
’
m
panting
,
afraid
,
turned
on
.
Blood
pounding
through
my
body
,
my
legs
like
jelly
.
Slowly
,
I
crawl
over
to
him
until
I
am
beside
him
.
“
Good
girl
,
”
he
murmurs
.
“
Now
stand
up
.
”
Oh
,
shit
…
can
’
t
he
just
get
this
over
with
?
I
’
m
not
sure
if
I
can
stand
.
Hesitantly
,
I
clamber
to
my
feet
.
He
holds
his
hand
out
,
and
I
place
the
condom
in
his
palm
.
Suddenly
he
grabs
me
,
tipping
me
across
his
lap
.
With
one
smooth
movement
,
he
angles
his
body
so
my
torso
is
resting
on
the
bed
beside
him
.
He
throws
his
right
leg
over
both
of
mine
and
plants
his
left
forearm
on
the
small
of
my
back
,
holding
me
down
so
I
cannot
move
.
Oh
,
fuck
.
“
Put
your
hands
up
on
either
side
of
your
head
,
”
he
orders
.
I
obey
immediately
.
“
Why
am
I
doing
this
,
Anastasia
?
”
he
asks
.
“
Because
I
rolled
my
eyes
at
you
,
”
I
can
barely
speak
.
“
Do
you
think
that
’
s
polite
?
”
“
No
.
”
