I f0rced myself to look up into his eyes lovingly.
he half smiled, half sneered at me in dominant triumph.
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“That's a good little whore” he said in a patronizing
tone of voice as he held my face firmly in his
large hands.
Johnny was no longer manipulating me; I had
no one to blame but myself now.
I had sold myself into sex slavery.
But the money was good.
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