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Chapter 15

Go home? What do bystanders do? Is there a mirror?

Finish it.

He was still caughing. Didn't hear what Sara was saying. But he could FEEL

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Sarah could feel too. It wasn't weird. It made the Cunt wet. Immediately. This body was strange.

Red with humiliation, he tried to ignore all the customers that were outright gaping at them, at him.

'Finish your plate, cunt. We're going home.'

Cunt put another spoon inside. His throat was tight. Raw. Had he been screaming? Or was it tight because of those pills? Whatever, Sara kept playing with his tits. It was distracting. Being a cunt was so weird.

Wait a minute... He put his spoon down. Could Cunts even be considered male? Did he still have to obey Sara? There was no ****. Nothing pushed him to finish. Good. He felt like throwing up anyway.

'I'm done.'

Sara raised her brows. 'Finish your plate, Josh.'

But Josh wasn't here anymore. 'I'm Cunt now.' He curled his bloated lips in an effort to smile. 'No more orders.'

Behind the fake smile, his eyes glistened with tears.

Does the dominance change?

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