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“Bad bitch, Belle,” One sneered in my ear as his friend knotted my writs to the bedframe. The dorm room was small, with only enough space for two twin beds and a small desk. They’d left the lights off when they dragged me from the parking lot up here to their room. “You don’t seem so bad now.” He ripped at my shirt as I struggled and then had his mouth on my breast.
“I’ll ruin you for this!” I seethed through my teeth, and together they laughed. My ankles were already bound, and with my last wrist secured, they stood back to look at their prize.
