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BieberBicth By gabilotkowskaa Updated Apr 28, 2015

"Don't", he muttered in a harsh tone, his grip on my neck becoming tighter while I struggled to breathe. I gasped for air only be slammed back against the hard, concrete wall while his hands let loose from my neck. Struggling to catch my breath, I felt his hands wrap around my neck once again as my breath hitched. 

 "P-please.. Jason s-stop," I managed to whimper softly as he came closer making sure to leave no space in between us. Closing my eyes, afraid of his sight and touch, I felt his soft lips against my neck sending shivers down my spine. His tongue trailed up to my jawline making me let out a soft moan, "Don't moan, you fuck," was all I heard before I felt his hands grip back onto my neck while I gasped for air once again. 

His cold, raspy voice echoed throughout the room as I tried to break free from his grip, 

"Don't do that! You understand me you fucking fag?" 

His dark eyes staring right into mine as I began loosing consciousness.

"Don't ever fucking do that."

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