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“I-I….. I’m not yours.” I choke out in a sob. The pain in my ribs intensifies with each tremble that travels through my body.You are his. You crave him.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY?”

His face inches from my ear as it rings from his words.

“You were with her. I saw you! I’m not fucking yours!”

“You know nothing, Evelyn— Your body is mine,” he says as he traces his hand over my trembling body, “your mind is mine,” he laces his fingers into my hair and rips my head back.

He licks up the side of my face, tasting my tears, “even your tears are mine… and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

I shudder at his actions. His words bring me fear.But you like it.

He untangles his fingers from my hair, and my head rests on the cool floor, covered with my tears. I hear the ripping of tape, and panic grips my chest. I thrash around, trying to free my arms and move his solidbody off of me.

It’s no use. He is stronger. He pinches my wrists together, binding my wrists behind me. He pins his knee into my back and wrestles my ankles together. Binding them as well.

I’m at his mercy.He won’t hurt you. Yes, he will.

He removes his knee from my back, and I feel as if a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I hear heavy footsteps as his combat boots move into my field of vision. He crouches down next to my face. I squeeze my eyes shut, unable to meet his eyes.

“Look at me.” His tone is softer. My body betrays me once again. I slowly open my bloodshot eyes to meet his. My tears subside, as I have none left to give.

His lips curl, and his eyes skate over my body. I shudder.

He stands again, and his boots travel back out of my vision. A light touch skims up the back of my leg, and I feel as if he has lit my skin on fire.

“Did you lie to me?”

Confusion slaps me across the face at his question.

“N-no…” My voice is hoarse.

He grabs the top of my leggings and pulls them down to my knees, exposing myself to him. I bury my head into the floor, ashamed of myself.You are his. This is what you want. You want him to use you.

His fingers glide over my folds, and he shoves them in forcefully. I let out a whimper. Why does my body want him?. He is the fucking worst.No, he’s not. He’s the best. He sees you.

He moves his fingers in and out of me quickly as my body tenses, unable to move. The pressure builds in my core. The pain in my ribs goes numb. I feel the orgasm I chase moving closer.

It stops.

I sink into the floor, not wanting to acknowledge the ache that throbs within me.

Myleggings are pulled back into place, and tears well in my eyes once more.Don’t let them fall. He will know you are weak.

I am lifted off the floor by my arms, and he leans me against the wall, placing a hand on either side of me. I try to keep my balance, but my ankles are unstable being this close together. He lifts his fingers to my mouth.

My lips part automatically.What are you doing? Who are you?

“Suck.”

He shoves his fingers harshly into my mouth, and I gag. He pulls them out, inspecting them between us.

“I’d say you’re a fucking liar. You will always be mine,” he says through gritted teeth.

He hurls me over his shoulder and hauls me out of the front of my house.He is kidnapping you. He will never let you go.

My pulse is erratic, and I can’t breathe. I want to fight him and free myself from his game.No, you want him to take you.It doesn’t matter what I want. I never had a choice.