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Chapter 8

Raven

M y body, his choice? Who the fuck does this toxic fuck think he is?

I can’t feel anything anymore. Every part of my body has gone numb from the onslaught of orgasms and being used. Used in ways that no woman should be. Do I like to be fucked roughly? Yes, I do. But this. This is overboard and bullshit, nothing that I consented to.

I’ve had toys, fists, cocks, bottles, and god knows what else shoved inside of me. I’ve been touched by more hands than I can count and swallowed more cocks than I care to admit.

I’m broken.

Used.

Trash.

I’ll never recover from this.

“No,” I choke out, startling Dorian and Malachi, who are standing over me.

“No, what, little one. Use your words,” Dorian says snidely.

“It’s my. Body. My. Choice. Go. To. Hell.”

I use the last bit of energy I have in my body and gather all the cum, spit, and blood in my mouth and shoot it straight at Dorian. It spatters across his shirt and jeans, and rage fills his whole body as it tenses up. I watch as his fist comes up and then pain.

Pain radiates through my skull as it’s whipped to the side. My vision swims and the darkness begins to seep in. I feel a smile sneak across my lips as everything fades to nothing.

I’m not broken.

I’m enraged.

I will get my revenge.

Fuck the men who think they can do this to me.

They are going to regret ever sticking their cocks into me.