Destro then changed the sheets, knowing the mattress would need to be washed or changed as well but he allowed it to stay like that for the time being. Glancing at Ashley, Destro gritted his teeth and kicked the mans stomach harshly while pointing to the bathroom.
“I said, get up.” Destro said, his voice strong and still rather upset. He was in no mood for Ashley to try and act so perfect, and for some reason, what his pet said earlier made something inside of him flip, even though what he said was true.
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