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“Be honest… Do you think he would ever escalate to endanger your life?” Oscar asks, and I shake my head. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. He gets off on violently fucking me while drunk. I’ll be okay,” I say. “It won’t take him long to pass out. Once he is asleep, nothing will wake him.”

“Okay. We will be able to see the windows, so if anything is wrong, just turn the lights on and off as much as you can, and we will come up. Okay? The only reason I’m not barging in there and getting your stuff is because he will leave that apartment in a body bag if I go up there. We will do it your way, but if I think for any reason that you are in danger, he’s dead and no one will ever fucking find him. My biggest mistake after killing Dad was calling the cops.”

“Thank you,” I sniffle.

“Come on,” he says with a sigh. “Let’s get you home.”

As we drive home, I think about how all of this got started. I met Trey on VelvetBound, a BDSM community app. While not meant for dating, many people meet and date through VelvetBound. Ihave had amazing encounters with Doms from there, and I’ve never had any issues, but Trey was the only one who I saw more than once. I am no stranger to submission, but he fucking blindsided me with affection. I was so lonely and in need of attention that I ate it up. He fed every part of my starving soul and gave me everything I was searching for that I missed out on my entire life. By the time I realized that shit was going downhill, he was living in my apartment, eating my food, driving my car, and spending my money. Now, he owns me, and I don’t know how to get away. Oscar is offering me a way out without getting himself in trouble, but I don’t know if Trey will ever let go. He is so quick to remind me that no matter where I go or what I do, he will find me. At a minimum, I will get a few moments of peace before having to face the music.

When we get to the apartment building, Oscar shifts into park and grabs my hand as I go to get out. “I’ll be okay,” I say. “I’ll see you soon.”

“I love you, Cassidy,” Oscar says, squeezing my hand. “If you think anything is going badly, get the fuck out. Okay? I don’t like this… I didn’t want things to go this way, but I’m trying. Okay?”

“I’ll be okay. I’ll see you too,” I say, forcing a tearful smile.

I turn and go into the building, slowly climbing the stairs up to the third floor and down to my door. I pause for a second to collect myself before going inside.

“Hey,” I say when I see Trey sitting on the couch watching TV. He says nothing, but he leans up and turns the TV off beforepouring the last swig of his whiskey into his mouth. When he stands and faces me, rage is etched into his face.

“Go to the room,” Trey says.

“Trey,” I say. “Can we talk before…”

“Go,” he growls. “What did I tell you about letting men touch you? Huh? Why do you have to be such a goddamn whore?”

“I was with my brother, Trey,” I say with a sigh. “I’m not fucking my brother.”

“What about those other two pricks? Huh? You think I’m stupid? I know your stupid fucking brother would cover for you. You sat in that fucking park for nearly an hour.”

“We ate burgers and talked. That’s it. Call them if you don’t believe me,” I say louder.

“Just go to the goddamn room, Cassidy,” he barks at me. I nod and walk to the bedroom so that I don’t make things worse. He will whip me with that belt, fuck me, and then pass out. Once he is asleep, I will run.

When I get to the room, Trey follows me in and leans against the dresser to watch me as I undress. I know the routine. Get naked, lie on the bed, and wait. When I get on the bed, he comes over and restrains my arms. I’m shaking, but I’m not cold. Sweat is forming in beads all over my body as anxiety gnaws at my stomach.

“You’re done visiting with them,” Trey says before slapping the belt across my back.

“You’remine.”

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“Don’t you ever let another man touch you again.”

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“You’re a fucking whore!”

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“Useless fucking bitch.”

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