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Looking around the room, I sigh, then the mirror attached to the dresser gives me an idea, but I need to figure out my surroundings first. I’m hopeful, not stupid.
“Slave!” Master’s voice booms loudly right before the door slams open and I flinch backward on the bed before pulling on my training and giving my best calm façade. “You don’t look half dead anymore. Perfect.” He snaps his fingers. “Get.”
Like the good little slave I am, I do exactly as I’m told and I stand from the bed before dropping to my knees in front of him. This was near impossible with the state I was in before. It’s not exactly comfortable now, but the feeling of utter despair has dissipated. I’ll endure what I need to, to survive.
He rumbles, deep in his throat, a sound of pure satisfaction. I suppress a shiver and keep my eyes on his shiny brown shoes, trying desperately to block out what I know is coming. That noise is always a sure sign of it.
I can get through this. I’ve done it before.
I’ll do it again.
But this time, instead of blindly running into the world with nothing… I have everything.
I have Bear.
I ignore the sound of his zipper sliding down. I ignore the musky smell that envelopes him.
My eyes remain closed, my head bowed to the floor, and my breathing is as steady as it’s ever going to be in this situation.
The thud of his penis as he slaps it across my cheek makes me flinch and he laughs, a cruel sound that no longer penetrates my bones.
“Open your dirty fucking mouth.”
This would be an ideal time to try and escape again. I could really hurt him. Kill him even. I did it to the guard who tricked me into trusting him, into believing that he would help me escape, only to try and rape me like everyone else who passed through Master’s house.
But I don’t know enough about where I am, where the exits are, the security. It’s a lot, and I’m not ready. I steel my spine andtake a deep breath, tears springing to my eyes as I bring my head up and swallow, hard.
“That’s it. Cry for me, cunt.”
Gripping my chin, he thrusts himself forward, his fat penis hitting the back of my throat and making me gag. The tears spill from my eyes now, and with every stab of his length into my mouth they fall harder. I can feel the streaks all the way to my chin, my neck, then they begin to drip onto my knees.
“You fucking disgust me. Crying over a cock in your mouth.” His thrusts get harder as he sets an almost bruising pace, his grip on my chin holding me firmly. His breathing gets heavier and he moans his pleasure with short grunts. “Fucking take it. Don’t you dare spit me out.”
I will get out of here. I will.
With one final thrust, the sounds from him make me gag for a whole other reason right before spurts of his cum hit the back of my throat. It takes everything I have not to vomit all over him, instead allowing it to go down and imagining it’s not what it actually is.
I cough, choking on his cum when he doesn’t immediately pull out.
“Ungrateful little bitch.”
My head whips to the side right after he removes his penis and slaps my cheek. It only makes me choke more and he laughs again.
“Follow me.”
My knees are weak as I stand and he turns so quickly I don’t have time to get out of the way before he kicks my stomach, making me cry out on instinct.
“On your fucking knees. Crawl, Slave.”
The tears are free flowing now and I’m unable to stop them because, as much as I have the hope Bear will save me, the doubt is beginning to trickle in again.
Why is this my life? Why do I have to fight so hard for a small piece of happiness?
It’s not fair.
Then I remember Paxton and his mom, and the other ladies at Maribel’s home. They all made it. Like I did, I suppose, but they get to keep their freedom. Knowing they get to have their happy spurs me on to push aside the despair once again—though, it’ll never disappear, not while I’m with Master.
I follow him on my hands and knees, wearing nothing but thin straps of black fabric covering absolutely nothing useful. The cream carpet is old, and rough against my skin, but I ignore it, instead focusing on my surroundings.