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Ifeel it’s totally appropriate that this little bag, representing a rare happy moment, will be the oneIchose to hide the clothing needed to make my escape.Itwill work perfectly for whatIhave in mind.Snaggingmy favorite baggy hoodie, a pair of leggings, a sports bra, undies and a pair of socks,Itake a second to think about whatI’mmissing.Ohhh…I’llneed shoes as well.Lookingamongst the vast array of designer heels,Ispot one pair ofCoachballet flats.Grabbingthem,Iroll them up inside the bundle of clothingI’vegathered and walk back into the bathroom.

Finishedwith that,Ipeek around the edge of the closet doorway into the bedroom.Thisnext part is even more important than a set of getaway clothes.RubyandIare going to need cash and things to sell in order to get away.WhenIsee the coast is clear,Icrawl to the back of the closet.Ipeel the carpet up in the furthest corner away from whereRobertwalks in every day to choose his suit and shoes.I’dfound the loose carpet by accident one time whenRobertlocked me in here for a couple of days.

Underthe carpet,I’dfound a small hole.Somethingthat may have been cut for a water or gas line at one point in time before the house was remodeled.Overtime,Iworked to make the hole large enough to fit a small duffle bag.I’vemanaged to steal roughly seventy-five thousand dollars right out from under his nose.Thesafe on his side of the closet doesn’t have a camera pointed at it and he’s so arrogant he never thought that someone would dare to steal from him.

Reachingdown into the dark hole, it takes me a second to find the soft material of the duffel bag.Asigh of relief escapes me the second my fingers graze the bag.Carefully,Ipull it out and replace the carpet, ensuring it looks exactly the same as it always has.Easingthe zipper open,Ipeer down, making sure the money and my extra medicine is exactly asIleft it.Risingslowly to my feet,Ireach out with one hand against the wall, bracing myself as a wave of dizziness hits me.

Bothbags in hand,Iexit the closet, making my way over to the vanity, and the copious amounts of jewelry to be found there.Pickingthrough the array of expensive items,Ichoose midrange pieces that are not unique enough to stand out at a pawnshop but are worth enough that it’ll make us money.

Taskcompleted,Icreep to the bathroom.

Igive my reflection a brief glance in the mirror asIwalk through.Mymultihued blue, green, and gold eyes reflect my suffering.Theywere what had caught his attention and the first thing he complimented me on when he made his approach.Releasingmy gaze from the mirror,Ipace over to the toilet stall.

Thetoilet is in its own little room, complete with a door.Easinginto the small space,Iquietly close the door and click the lock in place.Myheart is beating so hard and fastI’mafraid it’s going to beat right out of my chest asItake the tank lid off the toilet and position the little blue bag where the straps are down in the tank reservoir.Usingone hand,Ihold the bag in place while carefully putting the lid back on with the other.

Aftersecuring my getaway clothes,Itake the bag of money, extra medicine, and jewelry and shove it into the decorative toilet paper holder.Ialways thought the little cabinet was a gaudy thing.Fartoo large and ostentatious, but it’s enabling me to hide the moneyIneed to escape, soIcan’t bring myself to hate it anymore.

Iclose the little door and make sure the latch on the toilet paper holder is secure before standing.Theroll that’s on the holder attached to the wall is full, so there’s no reason for anyone to go into the small cabinet and consequently find my bag.Forcingmyself to keep up appearances and just in case,Iflush the toilet, pausing to make sure it’s going to refill, beforeIexit the bathroom.

Glancingdown at my phone, the “Findmy location” is already up on the screen and it’s easy to see thatRubyis on her way.Atthe rate she’s driving right now, she should be here mid-evening.

“Onemore time,Rowan.Youcan do this one more time.Rubyis coming to get you.Justget past tonight, once more, and you won’t ever have to suffer a man’s attentions ever again.”

ChapterFour

ROWAN

Laterthat day.Earlyevening.

ThesmileIhave fixed on my face is as fake as they come.Nothinglike knowing the living hell you’re willingly walking into but tonight is different.Theend is in sight.Aquiet, heavy sigh escapes me.

But.

Onemust keep up appearances.Orthat’s whatRoberthas drilled into my skull over the years.I’venever become accustomed to the type of clothingI’mexpected to wear to functions such as this.

Theblack gown is made of a sheer fabric, to the point it’s completely see through.Although, this is one of the few piecesIown that actually has fabric.Thereare cutouts around both of my breasts, fully showcasing the hooped nipple piercings and delicate silver chain that trails down to the piercing at my navel.Thatpart is “covered” with material that is meant to tease a man’s eyes as to what that chain might be connected to.Notthat these pricks don’t already know where that is.

Thehem is so short it barely extends past the curve of my ass cheeks, ensuring easy access to their wandering hands.Ican’t imagineIlook all that appealing tonight.Notwith two black eyes, a slightly crooked nose and two busted up lips.Theseare in addition to the multitude of bruises that were already scattered across my skin.

Smoothly,Iopen the door, instantly noticingRobertandMarkseated in two of the larger chairs in the center of the room, two empty glasses sitting on the ornate coffee table in front of them.Robert’sslight nod to the empty glasses is my cue.Mark, as usual, is the first to arrive.Henever misses an opportunity to fuck his best friend’s wife.Iloathe him just as much asRobert, his smirk asIapproach them to retrieve their glasses makes my skin crawl.

Itis truly unfortunate that he is just as good looking asRobert, but with green eyes and blonde hair.Sucha beautiful exterior hides a truly hideous interior of these predators, men that can only get it up while injuring another.I’vehad enough of handsome men using me as nothing more than a fuck toy.

RobertandMarkare having a discussion about the next presidential election and who they are going to support as a candidate whileImake their drinks.Inthis room, the private den/parlor,Iam whateverRoberttells me to be.Regardlessof whetherIwant to be or not.Suchan opulent room for the type of activities that often occur here.Redand gold brocade walls with cream door jambs complement the rich red patterned carpet and dark masculine wooden furniture.Itscreams sin, unfortunately for me, that’s appropriate.Agolden chandelier hangs from the center of the room, casting shadows in the corners where strategically placed pieces of furniture reside.

Clenchingthe crystal glasses in my hands,Istride over to the full bar built into the wall across the room.Theywould pick the chairs on the opposite side of the room, just to make me walk back and forth with my tits and ass hanging out but compared to the other atrocitiesI’vesuffered in this room, it’s a minor inconvenience.AsIopen the decanter, the stench of scotch makes me wrinkle my nose.IdespiseScotch.Thescent, the taste, even the appearance of it in a glass.Allthe schmucks that come here only ever drinkScotchwhen they’re in this room, as if the high dollar liquor somehow elevates what they do to me.

Idon’t dare dawdle.IfRobertthinksI’mdeliberately delaying any of thefestivities,he won’t hesitate to make my sessions with the others last twice as long.Pouringtwo glasses takes less time thanIwant it to.Gently, yet resolutely,Iset both glasses on the sterling silver serving tray, turn gracefully on my four-inch stilettoLouboutinheels, and saunter back over to whereRobertandMarkare sitting.

PerRobert’sinstructions, hisguestsare to always be served first, so with this in mindIapproachMarkfirst.AsIreach them,Ibend at the waist, offeringMarkhis drink while flashing my bare pussy atRobert, and then repeat the motion asIgiveRoberthis drink.Ijolt as a harsh crack lands against the exposed curve of my ass, the heat from the strike blooming across my fair skin.

“Yourwife has the most beautiful, freckled skin.Italways blooms so prettily for me.”

Hisleering comment makes me cringe internally.I’mnothing but a piece of meat toMark.

“Yes, she is a rather lovely creature, is she not?”Hislifeless brown eyes bore into me, ensuring that my facial expression hasn’t changed from what he expects.Imaneuver myself to stand at his side, waiting for my next instruction.Ifmy smile dips orIact anything less than grateful, and elated to be here, he will call more than the regular two or threeguestsand make me service every single one of them.Wellversed in this game, my smile doesn’t falter.Ihave a goal, andIam going to achieve my goal or, literally die trying.

Ichecked my phone just beforeIleft the bedroom andRuby’slocation showed that she was only about an hour away.Thatwas a little less than half an hour ago.Ijust have to make it untilRobertleaves for the evening, and thenIcan giveMarkthe slip.Ino sooner have that thought thanRobert’sphone dings with an incoming text message.Hepauses for a moment, reads the screen, and then looks over atMark. “Ineed to go to my office.Thereis something there that needs my attention.”