She owned your whole life.

Daniela had been there for you back when you both met in a club. The two of you got along pretty well and hooked up a few days after that. If only you knew what mess you were getting into.

From then to the current day, Daniela would not let you have your own freedom. She’d make you do what she’d say, she’d dress you up how she wanted to see you, make you do the littlest things for her. It was completely controlling of her, but you were too deep to leave.

She heard from someone that you had been out and about without her, apparently giving another man a lap dance in skimpy clothing that only she wanted to see you in. She didn’t like that— no, she despised it, even you know full well that it wasn’t true at all.

So when she bursted into your room, shit went down.

“Fucking bitch— you’re gonna take all this, okay? I don’t care.” She was relentless with her hips, forcing you to take it all.

“I didn’t say you could go out and… fuck with other guys like that, did I? Y’know what? Just stay there and fucking take it.” She didn’t stop, even if it’s been almost two and a half hours.