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“Fuck You, Negan Smith.”
Negan’s crooked grin widens upon hearing these oh-so bold words of yours, then he lifts up his boot and with a swift motion, kicks you to the ground.
As you lay there on your back, you wince when you feel his dirty boot grind itself into your stomach, grinding relentlessly as he pokes his bat near your crotch.
“What do you think of my boots? Honest opinions only please.” he asks in a surprisingly gentle tone.
“I think they could use some shine…let me help!” you shout, spitting on his boot.
Big mistake that was, his boot deepens into your stomach, grinding as you desperately gasp for the oxygen blowing from out of your gut. Negan’s twisted smile makes an appearance on his expression again as he chuckles down at your struggled gasps for wind.
“Try again, what do you think?” he asks again.
“I think…they look lovely.” you reply.
His boot lifts up somewhat, bringing only momentary relief before stomping it out when it lowers back in to your gut. As you once again choke for more air, Negan looks a lot more pissed than before.
“I said honest opinions only bitch! Tell me what you goddamn think already!!” He demands angrily.
“I…I…hate them…” you admit.
“And there’s the problem! You see, now I’m gonna need you to beg until I feel better from my hurt feelings!” Negan says with a returning, sadistic grin.
He has one of his thugs open your pants enough to expose your wet vagina. Without much trouble, his bat sticks itself in, as his boot continues grinding itself deeper.
You moan out in pain as the bat’s wires tear apart your skin and make the sensitive area’s flesh bleed with each forward gesture it makes within you, all the while still struggling to get enough air into your lungs due to his boot keeping a lot of it out. He laughs gleefully as he raises his boot up and removes his bat, letting you breathe better.
As you gasp and cough for the air, whining and wincing at the horrible pain emerging from your bloody pussy, Negan smirks while looking down upon you.
“Now then…what do you think of my dear ol’ boots honey?” he asks once more.
“I…love them, they’re wonderful…” you say, breathlessly.
Negan hoists his bat over his shoulder as he turns around to walk away from you, laughing to himself as he does so.