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2 Days Later

I think it’s been four days since Theo took me back. He is back to his old ways. Loving, doting on me, making me breakfast in bed. Stuff a normal boyfriend would do. He moved me into his bedroom later after his meeting the other day. He said he missed my body against his while he slept. What he doesn’t know is that I have been thinking of all the different ways I could torture and then kill him every single moment. Nothing seems to fit his crimes, though. I gave up hope that I will be rescued. No, I need to escape myself. Then I’m booking a 1-way flight somewhere the fuck away from here. I need to disappear.

It’s still early right now. He is passed out next to me. I can’t move, though, because his arm is wrapped across my bare stomach. We don’t wear clothes to bed. He says if he had it his way, I wouldn’t wear clothes at all anymore. My whole body hurts. He doesn’t care that I say no, beg and cry for him to stop. I was fighting back, but it only got him harder. So, after the first morning in his office, I’ve given up fighting. He fucks me whenever and wherever now. I try to disassociate, planning my next move after I escape. I don’t feel any pleasure anymore. It seems like all my nerves died that day in his office.

My body is riddled with more cuts and bruises on every inch of my skin. Last night, though, he had me bent over the couch's backrest. It is a tall back with a sizeable wooden cartouche. He held me down against it so tightly I have bruises imprinted into my ribs. You can actually make out the swirled design. My entire body is littered with bruises, my head still hurts, and the pain in my fingers is almost unbearable. At least he hasn’t hit me anymore. No, I’ve been making sure to be the "good girl" I used to be. Bending to his every beck and call. If I play his games right, I might make it out alive. His phone buzzes on the nightstand, causing him to wake.

"Good morning, little one. How did you sleep?" I plaster on my most sincere smile.

"Wonderful, and you?"

"Mmm,” He stretches. “I slept perfectly with you beside me." He sits up against the headboard as he grabs his phone. "Fuck!" He screams and throws the phone onto the bed. Rubbing his face, he looks so distraught.

"Theo, what’s wrong?" I have to at least act concerned.

He grabs me around the waist and pulls me in front of him between his legs. My back is firmly against his chest. His erection seated perfectly between my ass cheeks. Fuck it’s too early for this shit already.

"Nothing, baby. Nothing for you to worry about. Now be a good girl and ride my cock." He lifts me slightly and slides us down, so he is lying flat, and I’m straddled above his cock. I hear him spit in his hand, and then I feel two fingers invade my body. At least I’m facing away from him, so I don’t need to fake my facial expression—just my noises and orgasm. I’ve become a pro at that shit now.

I don’t even get a chance to be prepped before he slams inside me, burying himself to the hilt. I gasp from the pain. He digs his fingers into my hips and starts thrusting.

"You feel so good. You were made for me."

I stop. Pain encompasses my heart. My chest feels like it is caving in on itself. My mind drifts back to Lucian. He was the one I was truly made for. I’m lost in the fantasy from the night of the auction. I may have thought it was a mystery man, but in my mind, I was always picturing Lucian. I’m snapped out of the memory by a hard smack to the back of my head.

"If you don’t start riding, I will just pin you down and fuck you. Now move!" He demands. He is tightening his grip on my hips. Just a few more bruises to add to the collection. I think my permanent skin tone will be a mottled mess of browns, purples, and yellow greens.

I’m worried another hit to the back of my head will surely knock me out. I start to bounce up and down, rotating my hips as he meets my thrusts. Shoving him deeper and deeper. My mind wanders back to the night I caught Lucian masturbating on my couch. I was fantasizing about riding him, but I was facing him while riding him. I would want to watch him come undone with me. That's the memory that will get me through this. He grips my hair and causes me to look straight up at the ceiling. Apparently, I’m moving too slowly because he starts using my hair as leverage to thrust faster. I can tell that he is close. I start fake moaning and rolling my hips faster on top of him, making it seem like I’m going to cum.

"Fuck yes, baby. Cum all over my cock. Fuck!" He roars and pumps his release deep inside me as I push down on him hard and moan louder than before. I clench my body, and he seems satisfied with himself. He lifts me off and lays me down on the bed beside him.

"How are you feeling, little one?"

"Sore. My fingers are really hurting. And my head. When can you have a doctor look at it? I don’t think my fingers are healing correctly." I’m actually worried because my fingertips have been randomly going numb.

"I already have one of mine coming this afternoon. I wanted to talk to them about getting you off your birth control. You don’t need that IUD anymore."

I just stare at him. What the fuck did he just say?

"What? Why not?" is all that escapes my mouth.

"You don’t need it anymore. We want to start having kids right away while you are still young. We can have the big family we've always wanted. I can’t wait to see you pregnant with my babies."

Fuck! This didn’t even cross my mind. The fucking psychopath. He did say before he wanted like 5 or 6 kids. I’ll die before I bring his spawn into the world.

"Let’s go get ready. We have a big day today." He smiles, dragging me into the en suite. I think I’m going to pass out.