~CHAPTER 32~
She grasp my arm, dragging me firmly with her long crimson-painted nails digging deep into my flesh.
The pressure was almost painful, but I'd grown accustomed to her tight grip. My arm had somewhat become her favorite dragging toy.
With her free hand, she picked up her, black purse, its green clasp glinting in the light. The purse perfectly complemented her stunning outfit to this club she was forcefully taking me to. the outfit hugged her curves in all the right places.
She walked out her room, moving towards the elevator, her high heels clicking against the polished floor.
Her heels wereat least five inches high, and they made her legs look endless. I struggled to keep up, my feet awkwardly squeezed into a pair of uncomfortable white high heels.
The shoes looked beautiful, with straps and sparkling buckles, but they were not made for someone like me.
