"What did I think?" Broderick asked and grabbed her hair all of a sudden then pulled it to the back in a very hard way. His eyes on his neck. 

"Did you think I was joking when I said you are mine?" there was danger in his eyes as he said these words. 

She winced in pain cause she felt like her hair was about to be pluck off her head, "Please, stop hurting me." 

"You deserve to die you promiscuous woman. You dared to have sex with another man yet pretending not to be intimidated by my charm?" 

"Huh? sex? Never! I didn't do... anything of such," Amy said in the middle of her pain. 

"You lier!" he pushed her angrily to the bed and tore her skirt away like a beast. He tore her pant away like it was nothing revealing her vagina. "I promise to fuck you till death. Ya'll women are fucking the same." he separated her legs and Amy began to cry. 

She didn't mind having sex with him but not in this situation," I swear with