This book is complex. That's why I stated that it would be for older readers...

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"I said I don't need a fucking reminder, damnit! Get off of me, already!" She tried appeasing him off of her.

"Shut the fuck up!" He continued to pin her arms above her head.

Somehow she managed to free one of her hands, sending him a arduous blow to his left cheek.

"What the fuck?!" He floundered off of her.

She scampered off the bed, grabbing an empty beer bottle he had recently drank out of, threatening the slanderous fellow.

"Come another step closer and I'll bash you head with this! Try me!" She waved the empty bottle at him.

"Put that goddamn bottle down!" He stood at the foot of the bed, leisurely taking tiny steps towards her.

"Craig, I'm not playing!" She warned, "Back the fuck up!" She screamed at him.

She soon took it upon herself to take a swing at him. Craig had seized her arm in mid air, grappling the bottle out of her hand and jolted her against the dresser with her arms behind her back.

"That was fucking dumb of you, baby." He growled in her ear.

"C-Craig... please... let me go!" She tried to wobble out of his skintight cinch.

"It's never that easy. You know you have to suffer." She felt him spitefully simper behind her.

She cried as he pitched her on to the bed, "Why do you hate me!? You were never like this!" She clambered all the way up to the headboard as he came closer.

"People change, baby." He shook his head at her, which was followed by an loathsome smirk.

She was right. Craig hasn't been like this his whole life. It all commenced when she had complied to become a lawyer at the local men's jail. He knew no good could come from it. All those womanly curves around five hundred men who haven't seen vagina in ages? Why wouldn't Craig be dissenting? She contravened his orders and took the job anyways. Their relationship ponderously began to crumble right before them.

Every since then, she didn't even wanted to be approached by his last name.

"Why does it have to be like this? Don't you love me?" She tried getting in his head.

"You know I love, but you're so damn hard-headed." He crawled on top of her, pealing off her top.

Covetousness was the only thing making Craig slowly turn into an reproachful hellion.

"W-What is this about?" She carped as he sucked on her neck.

"Don't worry about it, just accept your punishment." He purred in her ear. "And if you ever try to swing at me with a bottle again, I'll knock you out cold." He heartened her as he squeezed her wrists together.

She was being threatened at her job and in her own household. She wasn't safe anywhere. Her best bet was to flee her dense lifestyle, going somewhere far away where Craig wasn't.

But, what about Jahseh? Notably, the fleshly fellow grew on her, somehow. She didn't like how she felt towards him, considering he's the rapist of over ninety eight women. Of course no good could come from that.

She wailed out at the sharp, intensifying pain, "O-Ok."

He unbuttoned her pants and slipped them off, throwing them on the ground. As hesitant as she was, she pulled off her top just as Craig inquired. He unbuckled her bra, kissing up her shoulders, soon landing upon the tender spot on her neck. The only thing she favored Craig for was his sex. Other than that, she couldn't stand him.

She felt him peck at her neck, meekly as he took his time, pulling off her already-soiled lingerie, pushing a finger inside her damp hole.

Craig eyed her moist panties, which made him wonder. What was she doing before she got home? He ignored it, believing that she had just gotten wet at the naughty thoughts of him. Maybe she was just craving him at work; he lead himself to think.

He pushed his ring finger deeper, tickling her insides. He watched as she gnawed at her lip in terminal pleasure, using his free hand to rub himself, soon creating a thick boner. He then slipped another finger in, branching her enduring hole.

She flinched at the unsurpassed tingle.

Craig quickly pulled out his drenched fingers, chuckling at the yearning woman. She eyed him in pure obstruction, going to finish the job herself but Craig abruptly interrupted. "Lay on your stomach." He watched as she deliberately got into his desiderata position.

She felt him leisurely spread her cheeks apart, feeling the tip shortly after. She bit down on her pillow as the base fought it's way inside. His imposing shaft was much too copious to facilely slide in.

He collared a fist-full of her hair, wrenching it as he pushed deeper and deeper inside. She soon found herself sneaking her fingers all the way down to her crotch, pushing three fingers inside, longing for loads of pleasure as Craig beat up her behind. He was good, but not as good as Jahseh.

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"Baby, I love you." He spoke, settling down, snuggling up to her.

"Mhm." She mumbled into her pillow, eyeing her bruised wrists.

"Baby?" He called again.

"What, Craig?" She switched positions, facing the opposite way.

"I said I love you." She felt his eyes land right upon her as he gritted his teeth.

She swallowed, "I love you, too." She managed to squeeze out.

And with that, Craig turned off the lamp, spooning her. She had complications falling asleep that same night. She shoved her damaged wrists beneath her pillow, fighting for sleep.

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Ms. Jones slouched at her desk as her legs some-what ached from the precedent night. For some reason she was sort of keyed up for her next session with Jahseh. She couldn't control her excitement no matter how hard she tried.

Jahseh stepped in, situating himself in a seat. "Morning." He cheesed, sowing his diamond embezzled grill.

"Good morning, Jahseh." She smiled. "Today has to be strictly business." She informed him.

"I totally agree. I'm trying to get out of this fuck ass place." He chuckled.

"You're going to have to tell me a little about your background. It's the only way I'll truly be able to be an assistance to you." She said, clicking the end of the newly bought pen.

Just as he was going to speak, he noticed her discolored wrists. "What happened..." He spoke, eyeing them.

"O-oh..." She slid her hands beneath the desk. "Nothing, that should concern you." She politely smiled.

"It sorta does concern me. What happened?" He asked fervently, demanding a riposte.

"I said don't worry about it." She slightly raised her voice.

At this point, Jahseh did care for the young woman. He's already been in her 'locked away areas' so they're pretty much on the same page.

At least tell me who did it!" He raised his voice as she shook her head 'no'.

"Was it anyone in the building?" She looked down and shook her head again, "Was it someone outside of the building?"

He was getting alarmingly close to the rebuttal. Her palms began to sweat as he kept querying who caused this disservice to her.

"Was it... your husband?" He took a wild guess.

A tear fortuitously slipped out, he spontaneously knew it was him.

"Why would he do some shit like that?" He asked, softly as he hugged her from behind, kissing her upon the cheek.

For the first time in his life, he actually felt bad for someone. He generally enjoys the misery and adversity of women. But, all of a sudden, seeing a women broken down, made him want to cry. From his squishy actions, you could tell he earnestly fancied her.

"I'd like to know, too." She said in between sniffles. "Please don't cry... It makes me feel... weird inside."

She markedly smiled, "I'll try."

She pulled herself together, continuing on with their tedious session. She didn't mind if she had to stay a tad longer to wrap things up. She was actually enjoying herself. Jahseh did everything in his efficacy to keep her smiling.

Surprisingly, it worked. They also managed to get through loads of work. They were ready to hit court within a few days.

"Alright, it's getting pretty late. I should be getting home now. I don't want to get kidnapped." She joked at the thought of a fan-fiction she had read.

"Be careful." He smiled at her.

After they exchanged goodbyes, Jahseh went straight into his cell. He pushed his back against the wall, thinking long and hard.

As well as Craig hurt a woman, Jahseh himself had done it to more than one. For some reason, it didn't make it right for Craig. It was probably because he did it to a woman Jahseh loved. He couldn't wait to get out and Craig a visit. There's no telling what he could do.

He was officially a sex addict walking a tightrope.

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I Hontestly love writing in 3rd person.