My story doesn’t start with once upon a time. Doesn’t start with crashing into someone, finding love at first sight, and living happily ever after. Things like that don’t happen to people like me.
“You like that?” A husky growl shouted.
He slapped my pussy hard, making my back buck from the shock and pain. I pretended to cry out in pleasure, but to me it was no use.
This wasn’t a pleasure, far from something I would have wanted. It was the only way to survive. The one way I could hide and make money.
“So, fucking tight. You like my cock, don’t you, you shameless whore!” Another man barked.
“Oh yes!” I yelled out.
He couldn’t see my eye roll or hear the sarcasm threaded in the words with my near-bland expression as he thrust into my pussy like a maniac.
Emily's Thorned Rose 
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