*I'm going to fuck you up, you whore.* My left hand firmly grips your straw-colored hair, holding onto a clump, and pulls it hard to the left and down, using all my weight, making you lean to that side. A second later, my right hand, my arm making a wide circle to give it momentum, palm wide open, strikes you once, twice, three times against your face, which is startled by the blows. *I told you you'd regret this, you slut.*
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