Annabelle cried amateur reaching up with her hand feeling the collar secured to her neck, frowning as her fingers failed to find a way to remove it. The whole time Anthony just sat there teen patiently watching Annabelle struggle with the unyielding clasp, before she finally gave up glaring at Anthony and Erica. Anthony simply smiled harder, while Erica lowered her gaze unable to meet the young girl's eyes, her soft brown eyes filled with guilt over her actions. "Why are you doing this to me?" Annabelle demanded of Anthony, who calmed his laughter down enough to be heard clearly. "First because I so desired too," he stated matter-of-factly leaning forward with his elbows propped up on his knees. "And secondly you made it easy for me," he added lifting the lid of a laptop sitting on a nearby coffee-table, which caused the large screen television to come to life behind her. Annabelle's eyes widened in disbelief sluts as she turned to find herself staring at all of her social media accounts, "everything I needed to know when choosing a new play-toy...," he went on explaining how her broken home and drunken mother made her a perfect runaway case. "Cases in which police hardly ever put much resources into solving." "Now listen well because I'm only telling you this once," Anthony went on after a short pause to let the horror of her situation sink into Annabelle, his voice taking on an authoritative-tone as his expressions hardened. "For now on you will obey any of my orders, fail to comply will result in harsh punishment." Annabelle stared defiantly into Anthony's eyes only making him more excited at the prospect of breaking this spirited young girl's will in the end. "Now," he said leaning back folding his hands behind his head. "Let's see what you look like under those wrappings," he ordered smiling eagerly at the shock that filled Annabelle's face upon hearing this. The amusement faded from Anthony's face after a moment of Annabelle's defiantly glaring at him, having made no move to undress for this creepy sociopath. Though having fully expected her to resist in the beginning, Anthony still shook his head in disappointment. His soft sigh petite a worrying concern for his wife, whose eyes pleaded with Annabelle to do as instructed, but Annabelle held nothing but contempt for the woman as she remain completely still. "Aaugh," Annabelle cried out, as an angry-raged Anthony lunged from the couch, crossing the room in a flash grasping Annabelle by the throat. Squeezing just enough to cut Annabelle's breathing off, causing panic to quickly replaced her defiance as she desperately clawed at his hand. "I see that I'm just going to have to disciplined you, make you understand just blowjob how severely you will wish that you had comply to me." He held his grasp with an impressive show of strength, releasing her so she could take a raspy gasp for air, before backhanding her so hard that she was flung to the side before falling to the floor covering her face. He had to give her credit for keeping from crying like a baby, slowly pushing up with one hand still covering her left eye, which she knew would be blackened by the vicious blow. "Get this bitch undressed and meet me in the bathroom, while I'll go and setup her punishment for later." He told his wife who nodded quickly jumping from the couch replying, "yes sir," in a apprehensive tone before Anthony disappeared down the hall. Once she was sure he was out of sight, Erica hurried to Annabelle's side kneeling reaching out grasping her arm to help her stand. "Get off me," Annabelle spat pulling away from Erica as she still covered her bruised cheek. "Please don't resist him," Erica pleaded with Annabelle, who stared up at Erica with hatred filling her gaze. "He'll punish me as well," Erica explained. "So what?" Erica frowned at Annabelle's responds, pain filling her voice as she added, "but you're the expendable one." The shock of Erica's words made Annabelle completely forget about the pain in her cheek, the rational side of her mind pushing through the forethought of Annabelle's panicked thoughts, coming to the sad realization that at least for now she really had no other choice. "Hell yes, it bothers me! But it also turns me on like crazy. Jill stood up with a kind of ‘pouty’ face. When she unbuttoned the last button she put her hands down by her side. Derrick's face softened as he nodded to her. Next, was what she said to me today as she was leaving school, "I love you." 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