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Willow

R unning from the dining room with James’ semen coating my face, Itried to find my way back to my bedroom, my throat raw from the way he’d shoved his cock down it.

In my state of distress, and with the house being so damn big, itwasn’t long before I was completely lost.

Again.

Terrified that James would find me and think I’d disobeyed him, Itip-toed through the hallways, trying to be as quiet as possible, but almost let out a huge scream when I rounded the corner and nearly ran into someone.

Luckily for me, it was Edith, who took one look at the mess on myface and sneered before taking pity on me and escorting me back to my room. As soon as the door closed behind me, I bolted to the bathroomand vomited the small amount of food I’d managed to eat. James thought I was being ungrateful for not eating what was put in front of me.

What he didn’t understand was, I was so used to going with such meager scraps at Peartree House that I physically couldn’t eat any more of the delicious steak his staff had prepared.

Not to mention that I was frightened beyond belief, along with mymind spinning that the only thing my new husband wanted from me was to get me pregnant.

When there was nothing left for me to bring up, I quickly cleaned myface, brushed my teeth, and put on the nightshirt that had been left out for me before lying down on the bed, emotional turmoil draining every last ounce of energy I had.

I toyed with the collar I now wore. I couldn’t bring myself to look at itin the mirror when I’d washed my face, the constant weight around my throat was a stark reminder of who owned me.

No wonder he called me mouse. I was his pet. A pet he’d collaredand intended to keep locked up in a gilded cage whose only use was to please him.

I supposed my new cage was an upgrade from the last one though.Not only did it have a huge bedroom with a king-sized bed, and an enormous ensuite, but it also had a small living area with an L-shaped couch and a small dining table. The best part though was the Juliet balcony that looked out onto the stunning grounds surrounding James’ house.

At least if I was going to be locked in here until I earned access to therest of the house, I wasn’t going to be cramped into a small space like I had been at Peartree House.There, I didn’t even have a window to open when Ms. Milligan had deemed I’d deserve to be punished, and had locked me away in my old room for days on end.

As night fell, I tried to sleep, but it didn’t come easy. I tossed andturned, waiting for James to burst into my room and demand I spread my legs for him, my mind churning, trying to figure a way out of this mess.

My biggest fear had finally come true. I’d ended up exactly like theother girls from Peartree House. They were prepared for a life like this, brainwashed into thinking it was perfectly normal. I never envied them before, safe in the knowledge that I wouldn’t be leaving Peartree House.

How naive I had been.

James didn’t come all night. I wasn’t sure if that was a good or a badthing. If he barged in and had his way with me, it’d be over with, rather than the constant worry that hit me every time I heard the tiniest of noise. Any creek or soft thud would have me preparing my body to be violated again, every muscle aching from where I was tensing so much.

Minutes and hours ticked by, my imagination going into overdrivewondering what it would feel like to find out I was pregnant. How my body would change in preparation to give birth. What would happen to me after a baby was born? Could I even love my child that had been forced on me?

Would James kill me once he no longer had a need for me? I couldn’thelp but wonder if death would be preferable over the life I was now stuck in.

With every thought that turned over in my mind, the collar wrappedaround my neck began to feel like it was cutting off my air supply while nausea continuously swam in my stomach. There were several times when I leaped out of bed thinking I was going to vomit again, only to dry-wretch as there was nothing left inside to bring up.

When the clock showed 3 am, exhaustion kicked in and I gave in toit. Closing my eyes, I fell into a fitful sleep, dreaming of a masked man who wanted to hurt me while Ms. Milligan and Director Welch watched on, the two of them laughing, and ignoring my cries for help.

A loud bang woke me, and I bolted upright to see a snarling,naked James storm through the living area and into my bedroom, his cock erect. Fear crawled up my throat at the rage rolling off him in waves.

Before I could comprehend what was happening, he yanked the bedcover off me and grabbed my ankles, pulling me down the bed, and only stopping just as I was about to fall off.With his bare hands, he ripped open my nightshirt, exposing mynaked body. In my state of panic, I flailed around to try and sit up, but I wasn’t quick enough.

His hand curled around my throat, squeezing hard enough to pressthe metal of the collar into my flesh, and restricting my airway as he hovered over me. My eyes bulged as my hands flew to his to try and prise his fingers off my throat, pure fear tearing through me.

Of course, James was too strong, and my attempt to remove his handonly seemed to make him madder.

“Tell me, Mouse. Why did I wake up this morning with an aching cockand no wife in my bedroom to fuck?”he hissed venomously, his eyes hard.

I racked my brain, trying to remember if at some point last night he’dtold me I was to be in his bedroom for when he awoke. I was usually so good at remembering orders out of fear of punishment if I got them wrong, but with the way my lungs were burning, I couldn’t think straight.

Throughout the night, I’d replayed the orders James gave me atdinner to make sure I didn’t mess up, but I couldn’t recall him telling me that I had to be in his room in the morning.

I opened my mouth to reply, but he was squeezing too hard for anywords to be able to escape.

“It was only when I started fucking my hand that I remembered youwere down the hallway. From now on, you’ll come to my room every morning at 6 am so I can fuck you. Understand?”he said maliciously, pressing his hard length against my bare center.

I nodded my head, terror hitting me like a lightning bolt. When he letgo of my throat, I sucked in a breath, relieved to get air into my chest.

My relief was short-lived.

James grabbed my hips and flipped me onto my stomachbefore pulling my ass back so I had to go up onto all fours. With one thrust, he was inside me, not giving me any time to prepare.

Pain shot through me. It wasn’t as intense as the first time Jamesentered me, but it was enough for me to drop to my elbows and bury my head in the mattress to smother the scream that wanted to escape.

“Fuck, Mouse. Why the fuck does your cunt feel so damn good?”hemumbled as if he was talking to himself, his grip on my hips increasing as he began to pound in and out of me.

I squeezed my eyes closed and tried to block out his grunts, but thepain was too much. As his pace increased, my breasts began to sway, and my fingers ached from where I was gripping the bed sheets so tightly.

Suddenly, James let go of one of my hips and reached forward,wrapping a hand around my throat. He pulled me up onto my knees, my back resting against his chest, and making his length drive deeper into me.

With his hand still wrapped around my throat, James slowed hispace.

“Such a good fucking whore taking my cock, aren’t you, Mouse?”hehissed in my ear, once again squeezing my throat and constricting my windpipe.“You know what, Willow? All fucking night I spent telling myself that as soon as you’re carrying my child, I won’t have to fuck you again. But this cunt,”he paused to slide out before thrusting back inside me, hard.“It’s too damn perfect to not fuck every.”Thrust.“Damn.”Thrust.“Day.”

His mouth landed on my bare shoulder and his teeth sank into myskin. The pain that blossomed from his bite caused my head to fall back onto his shoulder, a moan desperate to escape me.

James let out a dark chuckle that sent a shiver down my spine, andwith a final thrust, he groaned as warmth filled me between my legs.Instead of pulling out of me though, he held me captive againsthis solid body, his grip on my throat tightening as his hot breath hit the sensitive skin he’d just bitten.

“Don’t worry, Mouse. I’m going away for a few days so your cunt willhave time to heal. But when I’m back, I’m going to bury myself in your pussy as often as I damn well please,”he said, pulling out of me and shoving me forward. I managed to brace myself on my arms before my face hit the mattress.

But James wasn’t finished yet. His fingers brushed between my legs,swiping up his come that had leaked from me when he pulled out, before shoving them deep inside me.“You’re not to wash until tonight. I want my come to stay in you for the rest of the day.”

He slapped my ass, the sting of his palm adding to the pain alreadyrushing through my body, and with that, he once again left me alone.

James visited me once more before he left, telling me that while hewas away, I wasn’t to leave my room before throwing a few books down onto the table.

Of course, he also used the opportunity to fuck me one final timebefore he departed, yet again demanding that I wasn’t to wash his come out of me until later that evening.

Stupidly thinking James had left me some interesting books to keepme occupied, my heart sank to discover the books were a variety of adult sex books with instructions on how to give the perfect blow job, along with different sex positions. I pushed them to the back of the table, and for the rest of the day, Irefused to acknowledge their existence.

Edith visited my room a short while after James had departed,presenting me with the clothes I was permitted to wear for the day - a plain white vest, and jeans - and a tray of breakfast items.

She waited in my room while I ate, and although she didn’t say aword, I had a feeling that she would be reporting back to James how much of my breakfast I’d eaten. It was out of fear that I’d be punished for not eating that I ate every last morsel of breakfast even though I was full after only a few mouthfuls.

Edith visited me twice more throughout the day, bringing lunch, andthen dinner. Both times, she watched me eat, and both times, I forced food down my throat, knowing that I would be sick from the amount I was eating.As soon as she left my room after I’d eaten an entirecarbonara, I bolted to the bathroom and expelled the contents of my stomach.

When night came, I fell into a deep sleep, but my dreams wereplagued with nightmares of a monster coming for me, and my stomach swelling as a devil baby grew inside me.

The next two days passed the same way, but I did at leastmanage to not throw up my meals. With James gone, my head was a little clearer, and as I lay on the bed staring up at the ceiling, I managed to put my chaotic thoughts in some sort of order.

I couldn’t escape James. Not with the collar around my throat, andtrapped in a house where I was confined to a single room. Even if I did figure out a way to ditch the collar, and flee the house, then what? I didn’t even know what part of the country I was in.

Fleeing wasn’t the answer. If I was going to survive James, I neededto make my life a little easier. He said if I pleased him, he would reward me. I wasn’t stupid enough to think he would reward me by not having sex with me, but if I pleased him, then maybe, just maybe , he might go a little easier on me.

I was sure that was wishful thinking, but I could still make it work tomy advantage. Maybe he’d reward me with something I wanted. Like maybe my writing journals. I’d survived Peartree House because I had the ability to lose myself in fantasy worlds when I was doing my chores or being beaten.

With enough practice, I was certain I could find a way to lose myselfin fantasies, while James did whatever he wanted to my body. What happened when he succeeded in getting me pregnant though, I wasn’t sure. I would just have to take this one day at a time.

With a heavy heart, I made my way back to the living room andpicked up the books before spending the rest of the day reading them from cover to cover, doing my best to ignore the thick knot of dread that had settled in my stomach.

The following morning, I woke to a sticky feeling between my legs.Jumping out of bed, I sprinted to the bathroom to discover that my period had started.

My period was as regular as clockwork, but with everything that hadhappened over the last few days, it had slipped my mind, and I'd put my tender breasts, and stomach twinges down to James’ rough treatment.

After I cleaned myself up, I searched through the cupboards fortampons, but a lump of dread settled in my stomach at not finding any, knowing I'd have to admit to Edith I was on my period, certain it would be reported back to James.

Sure enough. when Edith brought me breakfast, and I sheepishly asked her if she couldbring me tampons, she told me she would have to ask James’ permission first. Thankfully, she returned a short while later with three boxes oftampons, and her usual sneer of disgust on her face.

Every month when I had my period, the first two days wereunbearable. Stomach cramps gripped me hard, and nausea made it nearly impossible to do anything.

At least this time, I was left alone to wallow in my discomfort. AtPeartree House, I had to suck up the symptoms and get on with whatever chore or task Ms. Milligan had set me without letting on how much pain I was in.

I’d learned the hard way to not ask for pain relief. Despitebeing in a new environment, I had no intention of asking for any, certain that if I asked Edith for pain relief, she’d have to ask for James’ permission. The sick bastard would probably have taken great delight knowing I was in pain.

But for some reason, the cramps this month were worse than ever,waking me in the middle of the night. I darted to the bathroom thinking I was going to be sick, but nothing came up. As I hovered over the toilet, burning heat crawled through my body, and sweat trickled down my back.

Needing to cool myself down, I stumbled into the living room andcracked open the door to the Juliet balcony a fraction. I didn’t want to open it wide in case one of the guards who patrolled thought I was trying to escape.

The fresh breeze washed over me, cooling my flushed skin. Lyingdown next to the small gap, I closed my eyes and prayed that my cramps would ease.

But as I began to doze off, hushed voices floated up to my room. Ilaid as still as a statue, not wanting to give away that I was out of bed. Aside from my heart pounding, the room was quiet, allowing me to make out what the voices were saying.

“Keep your voice down,”one man hissed angrily.“Just ‘cos Carterisn’t here doesn’t mean others aren’t listening.”

“I just think it’s a bad idea. We got away with it last time ‘cos it was aone-off, and only small. If we take something bigger, James or one of the others will notice,”another voice said, his tone laced with urgency.

There was a small thud followed by a grunt, and I wondered if one ofthe men had hit the other.

“I told you, shut the fuck up and stop worrying. Carter won’t notice.He’s got tons of expensive shit in his house that I bet he doesn’t even know he’s got. He ain’t gonna miss another vase going missing-”

“That’s not the point, Butch. If he finds out, we’re dead,”the otherman said, his voice growing more alarmed.

“How many times do I have to tell you, Mack, he won’t find out. Youreally need to stop being a pussy, you know that, right?”When silence followed, the man, Butch, continued.“Look, we earned a decent amount last time, but we could earn more from this one, that vase is worth double what we got for the last one. Think what that will do for your kids, Mack. Just this one last time, I promise. Are you in or not?”

I held my breath, waiting for the other man, Mack, to reply.

“I’m in,” he sighed.

“That’s the spirit,”Butch, said, his tone now gleeful.“Now come on,let’s get back to our rounds before anyone notices we’re missing.”

Footsteps echoed away from my room. Still, I didn’t dare move as Ireplayed what I’d just heard, making sure that my theory was correct.

James’ men were planning on stealing from him.

The question was, did I tell him?