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75 pages, Kindle Edition
Published February 10, 2022
that’s not enough when Grace refused to eat ..old bastard forced shit down her throat 🤢🤢🤢
Weston came around the corner. He was holding a bowl. A silver dish like a cereal bowl. He came to her. Not worrying that he’d gotten within her circle, and he placed the bowl down on the mattress. “Eat,” he said. Grace looked at the bowl. It had shit in it. Faeces. The smell wafted up under her nose. She looked at it, wet … fresh. Her eyes jumped up to Weston. Was it … his? She shook her head. “What?” she said. “Eat it,” he said. He was calm. She could feel the anger beneath the veneer, though. She could see he was boiling under there.
Weston suddenly moved. He reached down and slipped his fingers into the shit, scooping out a handful, and with his other hand he grabbed Grace by the hair. So fast, she was unable to do anything about it, her arms a tangle in the sheet, he pulled her head back and slapped his fingers scooped with shit to her lips. She wanted to keep her mouth shut. It was what she wanted most in the whole world, but the instinct to scream was great, and she screamed. Her mouth open, he pushed the shit into her mouth, violating her with his fingers as he jammed them in, sloping shit between her lips. She was unable to clamp her teeth down. Bite, the voice was saying, bite! But he was knuckle deep into her maw, the stink of shit up her nose, she could taste it on her tongue. He pulled his hand out, reaching for another scoop, and Grace retched. She didn’t mean to, but she retched and swallowed, his shit, warm shit, slipping down her throat like mucus being swallowed back.
my whole mood spoiled after reading this book 🥴😭..I know nobody forced me ..but yuck ..m not going to rate this book ..sorryyyy
TW-Rape