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The cruel man zipped up his pants and picked up his roll of tape and his knife. He leaned forward and touched my open pussy with the knife. I sucked...in my breath. He ran the blade up my inner thighs and back down. I felt the blade slide between my lips and move back and forth. He must have the sharp end up, I thought, or I was too numb to feel him cutting me.“Do you know how easy it would be to just jam this knife into your sweet cunt?” He said as he moved the knife around.I whimpered in. Tomorrow was her victory day. She'd made it through the two months - actually surprising herself a little - and in just a couple of minutes, she would be leaving the gas station with a full tank, making sure there was no way she could possibly lose.She didn't have a couple of minutes.The car started to sputter and she cursed as she looked at the gas gauge. She hadn't thought about the trip to Marsha's, in the complete opposite direction from her path home."Come on. Come on," she pleaded, to no. More

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