"What do you want from me," she cried out at him, half attempting to growl, but at that point she was just hurt. She had no idea what to say, what to do, and honestly was so lost. She couldn't hide from him, she couldn't leave if she wanted to. He told her he knew nothing. About affection yet it was what she wanted, or at least some assurance that they were okay. That he might have been interested. Not trying to make up for hurting her by taking her on a date if it really was one. She buried her head into her pillow weeping quietly to herself. This was what she was trying to avoid. The heartache and the pain.
"So what do you want Razor? Am I just your current toy to fuck when you want some satisfaction or do you actually like me?" She curled up tighter into a ball, trying to calm herself instead of breaking down.
"So what do you want Razor? Am I just your current toy to fuck when you want some satisfaction or do you actually like me?" She curled up tighter into a ball, trying to calm herself instead of breaking down.
