AngelofyourNighmares
His Kitten
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Annabella Rose, whom most called Rosie cause of her last name, or Bells or Bella for short, she hated being called Annabella it felt so damn formal, and she definitely wasn't the formal type of girl. She however was sweet, kind, caring and very trusting until her father started drinking and would beat the ever loving hell out of her, her mother left when she was just a young girl and her dad had always taken care of her, that was until he found the bottle, then his sweet little Bella became his punching bag for all of his rage against her mother and against him gambling away his paychecks.
Bella was only 19 and planned on getting out but every time she wanted to leave her father would beg her to stay, tell her he needed her... no what he needed was her paycheck to pay the bills cause his money went to gambling and the damn bottle, and frankly Bella was tired of it.. she wanted to be more than a one time waitress she was smart to smart to hang around and be abused.
She finally got wise one night when she came home from work and her dad was in the living room half a bottle of vodka in front of him. ''Where ya been girl?'' He slurred. ''Work overtime.. someone has to pay the bills.'' She mumbled and headed to the kitchen to start dinner. She hadn't realized her father had followed her into the kitchen, until he grabbed her by the arm, hard and turned her to face him. ''Don't you smart mouth me girl.. if it weren't for me you wouldn't be nothing.'' He slurred not letting up his grasp of her. ''Please let me go so I can start your dinner.'' She pleaded, she still had bruises from the last time he grabbed her and beat her. He then slapped her hard as tears welled in her eyes. ''Don't speak to me in that tone, you little bitch.'' Slapping her again as she yelped and shoved back at him.. ''Get off of me!'' She screamed as he punched her blackening her eyes. ''Please just stop.'' She seen what she dreaded most and that was the belt, he yanked from his jeans.. as she tried to pull away before he started beating her back, causing the already sore welts to open and bleed, she was huddling in a ball by the time he was done with her before he left her laying there and went and passed out in his bedroom. She had enough she could barely move, but she found herself crawling to her room and packing what little she had into two big duffel bags, and grabbing some cash she had stashed away before heading out into the rain storm and ran as fast as she could until she found herself passed out on a pair of steps... many miles from home... she wouldn't know what was coming but she would never trust another man again... until she met him... a handsome older 30 year old dominant, and she was submissive, yet she would not know any of that yet and he would find a hard time getting her to know it and want it.
(looking for a long detailed role play of passion, love, trust, and compassion... something along the lines of the 50 shades of grey relationship but her souls the tortured one...
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/0b/3f/64/...449236--alyson-michalka-aly-michalka-hair.jpg
Bella was only 19 and planned on getting out but every time she wanted to leave her father would beg her to stay, tell her he needed her... no what he needed was her paycheck to pay the bills cause his money went to gambling and the damn bottle, and frankly Bella was tired of it.. she wanted to be more than a one time waitress she was smart to smart to hang around and be abused.
She finally got wise one night when she came home from work and her dad was in the living room half a bottle of vodka in front of him. ''Where ya been girl?'' He slurred. ''Work overtime.. someone has to pay the bills.'' She mumbled and headed to the kitchen to start dinner. She hadn't realized her father had followed her into the kitchen, until he grabbed her by the arm, hard and turned her to face him. ''Don't you smart mouth me girl.. if it weren't for me you wouldn't be nothing.'' He slurred not letting up his grasp of her. ''Please let me go so I can start your dinner.'' She pleaded, she still had bruises from the last time he grabbed her and beat her. He then slapped her hard as tears welled in her eyes. ''Don't speak to me in that tone, you little bitch.'' Slapping her again as she yelped and shoved back at him.. ''Get off of me!'' She screamed as he punched her blackening her eyes. ''Please just stop.'' She seen what she dreaded most and that was the belt, he yanked from his jeans.. as she tried to pull away before he started beating her back, causing the already sore welts to open and bleed, she was huddling in a ball by the time he was done with her before he left her laying there and went and passed out in his bedroom. She had enough she could barely move, but she found herself crawling to her room and packing what little she had into two big duffel bags, and grabbing some cash she had stashed away before heading out into the rain storm and ran as fast as she could until she found herself passed out on a pair of steps... many miles from home... she wouldn't know what was coming but she would never trust another man again... until she met him... a handsome older 30 year old dominant, and she was submissive, yet she would not know any of that yet and he would find a hard time getting her to know it and want it.
(looking for a long detailed role play of passion, love, trust, and compassion... something along the lines of the 50 shades of grey relationship but her souls the tortured one...
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/0b/3f/64/...449236--alyson-michalka-aly-michalka-hair.jpg
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