The Billionaire's Sex Slave novel Chapter 28

I can’t count how many of them hold my body. I don’t know how many of them enter my body hole. I never thought because at these times I was so helpless. They did everything for me. They desecrated my body. But I had nothing to reach.

“MOVE YOUR HIPS, MISS! YOU ARE SEXY!” The man slapped my ass while he doggy-style on me. No tears came out of my eyes. My heart became cold. I couldn’t see their faces because of the dark alley. The clothes I was wearing were torn. My knee hurts too because they’ve been like this for almost two hours.

“How can I enjoy it if you just focus on the dick that enters your p*ssy? What about your mouth?” The guy in front slapped me hard, but I did not move my mouth even though his dick was already in my mouth.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA! Man! Looked at the woman we picked up. Not even crying, moaning, or shouting. Do you seem to like what we do?” The third man who was just standing while masturbating yanked my face. He squeezed my cheeks tightly and his fingers were already digging into my cheek.

Lord, if this is your way for me to know where the purpose of my life is. Don’t just show me the direction. I don’t know why of all the bad people in the world, why do I have to feel this way? Why does heaven seem to be punishing me?

I don’t know when they ended up disgusting me. As far as I know, the sun is peeking out. I didn’t get up; I let my body lie down in the smelly and dirty alley. When they left, I just let out all the anger. I cried in anger and pain. But even if tears flow, resentment will never go away. I thought it was time for me to die of the agony, but no ...

I woke up in a cold room. As I rolled my eyes around, I saw Stanley sleeping on the side of the hospital bed. He was bowing over so I could not see his face. How did he find me? I could not move my hand due to extreme weakness. I wanted to touch him, but I couldn’t. Even though I wanted to call him, nothing came out of my mouth. All I could do was open my mouth. Even the air does not come out.

When I raised my finger, I woke him up. Because maybe the room was quiet and he was leaning on the bed, he felt even just a simple movement. He looked tired and still drowsy, but when he saw me awake, earlier, he got up from his seat. The chair rang loudly as he wondered what to do. Whether he would take the food that was on the hospital side table or ring the object attached to the wall to notify the nurses. If maybe it was still the same as before, I might have laughed. But now I feel nothing. I think my heart turned to stone.