S.S.Shotguneagle (Part Three)
“Pathetic!” Kenny yelled. He yanked the whip off her neck, leaving Leah gasping for air. Leah writhed in despair as she welcomed more air into her lungs. It was difficult to soothe her aching neck. All she could do was wait for the pain to go away and sob. Kenny tossed the whip to the ground and walked over to his cart of tools. After he grabbed what he wanted, he walked back to Leah, standing in front of her. She was still sobbing, trying to get used to the discomfort that was steadily growing. Kenny thought she looked incredibly sexy. He thought she could make her look sexier. He roughly grabbed her mouth with one hand. He was about to tell her to open her mouth but when he squeezed her mouth, it opened …