We were now at a house and smoke , the smell of weed, and drinks was on the air.
"Jazzy." He was clearly wasted with weed. "Jazzy!"
He looks at me before pulling me next to him and turning me around.
"Let's go back." I say as he wraps his arms around me.
"Please."
"Why? We just got here, puppet." He pulls me into the kitchen and got out some liquor.
"Loosen up." He gives me the bottle and pulls me outside of the house.
"I'm not drinking this." I say to him.
He takes the bottle and pulls me to the back of the house where no one was.
He pushed me against the house and forced the liquid down my throat.
"Jazzy why wo-" he started kissing me making my sentence incomplete.
He started lifting up the dress to my butt and put both of his hands on my ass. He lifts me up making my legs wrap around his waist.
"Jazzy. Stop. Now." I say as he kissed my neck.
"Jazzy get off!" I say now starting to fight back.
He pulls my hands up with one hand and my legs with the other.
My vision started going bad as he kept up the kissing and grip.
I past out with my head falling on his shoulder.
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I began to get my vision back and the first thing I noticed and felt was naked.
I was, in deed, naked in the motel bed that Jazzy had me in.
I seat up quickly and looked around for Jazzy.
What happened?
"Jazzy! Jazzy!" I yell.
I saw him walk out and now noticed he was dressed in some sweatpants with a black shirt on.
"Jazzy did we... Did you...?" I ask.
"No and no." He smiles. "Look, this may look bad but we didn't have sex. I was half drunk and when you past out I decided to go ahead and leave. I was drinking some beer before I got here and I started to change you into your night clothes but I passed out and I woke up like this." He had messy hair and his face was red.
"Hand me your shirt." He smirks taking off the shirt he had on and putting it on me.
"You forced liquor down my throat last night." I say.
"Yea about that, I'm sorry." He says walking into the bathroom.
"Jazzy! Jazzy!" I yell.
"What is it?"
"I want to see my brothers."
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The Gangleaders' Puppet {completed}
Romance"Puppet, what did I tell you not to do?" He grabs my hair and roughly pulls. "Not to act out in front of company." I whimper. "And what did you do?" He whispers. "I acted out." "Now, turn around and come to me."
