Sequel of The Dark King's Doll.
She was sitting on the floor, her chin placed on her kness, her arms wrapped tightly around her legs.
"When this pain and misery will end?" She asked herself ever so quietly in the dark; afraid of being heard by someone but the devil heard her.
He bent down to her level and gripped the back of her neck. He looked dangerous and vicious.
"When you will learn that you are nothing but a filthy whore. A dirty slave." The devil spoke, his voice deep like always. His grey eyes looked like the souless pits of darkness in the dark.
She was stiff, looking so small and scared.
This time she did not refuse. She finally came to belive that she was nothing but a mere slave who had to please her master. She was finally stripped off her dignity and innocence.
A sinister smirk bore on his lips, a sadistic gleam in his eyes.
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