… She knew her father had screwed over the wrong man-someone with too much power and money for anyone to be willing to risk it all for nobodies like...her and her father. She knew it would be safer to agree to this marriage for the next year then spend the rest of her life hiding from Mr. Marchio. Mr. Marchio-she knew so little about her future father-in-law. What she did know was that he was insanely rich-and with money came power, and he had lots of both. Mr. Marchio was notorious in New York,. Khaane ke try kartey hai i promise”. I said,” direct bolo na. Tumhe dar lag raha hai”. She said,” shut up. Pahle food”. I said,” okay. Suno abhi dekhna didi aur mohit ko ok.”. I called didi loudly. By hearing my voice they like got some current. They adjusted underwater. I said,” lunch kartey hai. Mohit murmured something into didi’s ear. Didi smiled and push him away. Mohit’s face was like he will kill me. Didi said okay. I said to nikki,” dekha dono ko”. Nikki smiled a bit. Then we got out of. Her throat was too sore to swallow, the angle to sharp. His cum pumped out into her mouth, sliding down over her face. Then she felt the man raping her ass cumming in her. She screamed at the pain, spitting the last of the cum up over herself as she bucked against the agony. He emptied his cum in her, pain flashing through her body. She dropped back on the desk as he pulled out. Unable to move, beyond gasping for breath and sobbing softly. She could not even fight when they grabbed her. Guest appearance at the opening of a youth club, a debate over the expansion of financial data research, a casual game of golf with the owner of an influential software company. All live on television. Simultaneously. The bigger the camera, the bigger the smile. After stuffing the napkin into my pocket I notice the station is empty. The sounds I spawn, the shuffling of my feet, my scratches at the hair dripping down my neck, inject elements of comfort into my surroundings. An ice-storm.