Jake entered his home with the girl squirming furiously on his tounge, punching & trying to bite to no avail. He was slightly enjoying the peachy taste but found feeling her breasts & body was better, but didn't want to enjoy that right now. His home was a wreck, cinderblocks leading up the steps to a basic home wooden door, & the halls being stripped of paint with splintered wood. Entering his room, it was a basic shabby one, windows closed by wooden panels, a single bed, a little japanese-like table he'd made with stolen tools..
There were also alot of dirt-filled jars on wooden shelves for the upcoming summer, the room dimly illuminated by a top-backyard window. He'd have a flint-&-steel with twigs & a holder for them to cook food like ramen, macaroni & things when he got money for them.
Coming to his table & sitting legs crossed, Jake opened his mouth to grab one of her hands. She kept trying to hit him even as he took her out, feeling how sticky she was from his saliva.
"You bastard, degenerate sicko! I'll slit your neck you-!" He wasn't having this, Jake would wrap her body in his other hand so where she couldn't move. Deciding to keep her as a slave as it seemed she wasn't being friendly, his sick mind began thinking of things to do.. First he'd open his palm, speaking deep- "Your mine, bad choice little one." ......What does he do?
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