Release Anya
From Create Your Own Story
You let go and she falls to her knees, inhaling loudly, painfully. You look sown at the Russian bombshell restoring her breath. She's scared, in pain, but most of all, confused.
"Never talk back to me again, slut," you warn.
"Wh... who are you?" she whispers, still struggling with suffocation.
"I'm the new Mongolian horde, here to subjugate your Russian ass," you answer in James' voice.
She's breathing heavily, looking up at you.
"Get up, bitch. Let me have a look at that body."
She obeys, standing up, shaking, her back against the elevator wall.
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| History Teacher |
