Betty's POV

His hand crawled up my stomach. Every touch made me squirm with disgust. I gritted my teeth holding back the urge to fucking throw up.

No matter how good-looking he was the thought of him touching me terrified me. He could sense my resistance to his touch and that made him more excited.

His hands slowly moved to my breast, which was barely covered by the lingerie. I pressed my eyes together, silent tears rolled down my eyes waiting for the humiliation

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