"Get on your back on the bed, and allow your neck to hang from the bed."
From Create Your Own Story
Harry follows Dudley's friend's order. Her head dangled over the bed like an old Christmas ornament that had been used for too many years. Harry felt exceptionally exposed with her face looking up at the Dursleys ceiling. Harry shivers from Malcolm's fingertips brushing against her cheeks. A lone finger penetrated her mouth, and she suckled at it like it was the last thing she tasted.
"You are such an obedient slut. I love that about you." A hard jawing slap across her face sent Harry into weak tears. "But I also despise you for it. I need a slave that has a backbone. A slave that doesn't want to be utterly treated like a four-pound corner hooker." His hands wrapped around Harry's windpipes. He chokes Harry harshly. An intense glare in his eyes while he continues blocking air from Harry.
"Ahhh please stop PPPlllleass." Harry groans.
"What was that you dumb slut?" Malcolm asks is not an honest way.
"Please stopped. I contact breathe." Harry mutter again combatting for air to feel her lungs again.
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Malcolm pulls his hands from Harry's throat quickly getting replaced with his...
