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8. Sold to him
Amayra
"Bang! Bang! Bang", I kept punching on that punching bag, glueing my eyes to it. I wanted this punching bag to be Abraham to vent all my anger on him. My whole body is burning, extracting the last drop of sweat.
"Amayra!", Lily called me for the tenth time to stop me. However, I raised the pace of punching. That asshole thought I would be like one of his fucking mistresses or those girls who would weep before him and walk away so easily. But he didn't know what I could do.
"Oh, God! Amy, now you wanna try boxing or what?", she exclaimed as I halted there, holding the punching bag and breathing heavily then I glared at her. "This is called practice. I don't need to be a boxer for that", I spat and looked away.
"Okay, I got it. But at least wear some gloves. Your knuckles are bleeding", she panted.
"Oh shut up, Lily", I barked, being irritated. "Don't act like I have never bled before"
I walked across my practice room a
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Mr. Mafia, On Your Knees 10. You're wet for me
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Mr. Mafia, On Your Knees 11. Craved
AmayraIt freaked me out when I saw Eisha's call. I could tolerate anything but I couldn't tolerate anyone making me feel like a third person, only a medium to satisfy the physical needs. Yes, I was doing the same but he was the only man I messed with. I could at least expect to be treated the same way I treated him.Therefore, I punched him with full force. My heart burnt with an unknown restlessness that I had never felt. He lifted his face and gaped at me."What the hell was that?", he barked, shooting me a strong glare."A punch on behalf of your girlfriend for cheating on her", I spat on his face and strived to go.Nonetheless, his long arms pressed me against the wall again, this time more roughly. His brown eyes gradually turned shady and his cheekbones held up. The air between us seemed to get colder with his sudden changed reaction."Then I should punch you too for cheating on me, Amayra", he grumbled.
Mr. Mafia, On Your Knees 12. Kidnapped
AbrahamAmayra gets on my nerves sometimes. I never knew that she could be so immature. She was literally forcing me to do something worst with her which I could never do. I was trying to stay away from her but her stupid acts made me run after her and then something happened to me.Even a fucking wine couldn't intoxicate me the way she did. I wished she drove me away and asked me to stay away from her. Nonetheless, she didn't do that firmly. At least, I could have control over myself if she denied my actions."Okay, fine. Now stop thinking about her", my subconscious told me like every other day. However, my stupid subconscious hadn't fucked her ever so it could never understand what was making me want her so bad."Just shut up", I told myself, well my subconscious."What?", Shabbir exclaimed from behind as I passed a dirty look. Amayra wasn't enough, he had to appear here to freak me out. I turned back as I reached
Mr. Mafia, On Your Knees 13. I wanna f*ck you now
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Mr. Mafia, On Your Knees 16. Destroy him by hook or by crook
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