Chapter 147 Making Him My Bitch

• A bullied private takes what he had been craving since the moment he met his captain.
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• The boot came down like it always did, with the hard leather sole grinding into my bare toes. The edge of the heel dug into the bone just below the knuckle. I'd been standing at attention for ten minutes while Dante paced, cigarette smoke and whiskey fumes rolling off him in waves. He'd called me in for some bullshit that shouldn't even matter, a wrinkle in my bunk. He never seemed to care that most of his reasons weren't even enough for the punishment. He just needed someone to hurt, and I was convenient. I had been since I showed up.