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“Fucking dirty bitch. What the fuck is wrong with you?” he yells as he rips my clothing off. “I give you a home. I let you work. This is how you repay me? You fucking cheat on me?”

“I didn’t cheat. Troy, I promise. I didn’t cheat,” I sob. I am crying so hard that I can’t breathe by the time he handcuffs my wrists to the bed. The restraints are always there so he can tie me up. When he yanks his belt off, I panic and start thrashing.

“Stop!” I scream when the belt slaps across my back. “Troy! Stop. Please stop! Please!”

“Stupid fat whore. I gave you everything! Everything, Eliza. Scream, bitch. Scream louder.”

Leather-coated flames slice through my body as he continues to wail on me. Over time, my body weakens, and I stop moving. I stop fighting. My screams turn into whispered whimpers, and I just want to die. Death is the only escape from this hell.

I hear the belt drop to the ground before the bed dips and Troy straddles my body.

“Stupid fucking whore,” Troy slurs. I flinch when he pours a liberal amount of lube onto my ass and shoves his fingers inside of me to work the lubricant deeper.

He once told me that the lube was for him and not me.

I never argue because he is brutal enough to cause damage to me.

I try to relax, but another shrill scream rips from my throat when he slams into my ass, forcing me to take all of him.

“Troy, that hurts,” I whimper.

“Good,” he grunts as he fucks my ass hard and deep. “You’re still going to fucking come for me, aren’t you? Fucking fat-ass skank. What did I ever fucking see in you? You’re too goddamn easy.”

Troy pulls me up just enough to press a wand against my clit.

When it comes to life, the most disgusting moan comes out of me, and he laughs.

I fucking hate him so much. He always does this.

He uses my body against me and then mocks me for it.

He pounds into me harder and harder, forcing sounds from me that make me want to die.

“That’s it, pig. Fucking squeal for me,” he screams in my ear as he rails me into the bed. “Fucking pathetic. You’re disgusting. Listen to yourself, pig.”

“Please, stop,” I cry. My body is tense as he continues to fuck me as hard and deep as he can. When he covers my mouth, he presses his weight down on my body. I can’t move or speak as he forces unwanted pleasure to the surface.

“Look at you. Dirty fucking whore. Are you going to come for me, pig? I can feel it. You’re so goddamn tight. Fuck, come on my cock, bitch.”

Troy pinches my nose close and suddenly quickens his pace. I can’t breathe or stop the feeling from surfacing. I know Troy can feel it, because he starts laughing. “There ya go, piggy. Come for me. That’s right,” Troy groans. “Milk my cock, bitch… That’s right… there ya go.”

When it explodes inside of me, it’s like a bomb of shame and regret flooding my system.

My body stiffens, and a deep groan comes from deep in my body as his body slaps against mine.

Troy moans as he fucks me as hard as he can, forcing his come into me.

When he is done, he lets me breathe but continues to lie on my back to keep me pinned as he catches his breath.

He is still inside of me, but I can feel him going limp.

When he finally does pull out of me and sits up, he leans over and gets something out of his nightstand.

That stupid fucking wand is still vibrating against my clit, so I am shaking as it starts to draw another climax forward.

He keeps me pinned until it breaks free, and I scream into the bed.

All at once, he flips me over, unlocks the handcuffs, and puts a pistol to my forehead.

“Please don’t,” I whimper. He is drunk, but not so much that he can’t think.

I can see him weighing his options, and I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t hope that he would end me right here.

Death scares me, but not as badly as he does.

“Get the fuck out of my house,” he says simply. “You have ten minutes. Pack your shit… and get the fuck out.”

When he gets off the bed and leaves the room, I throw myself off the bed and rush to the bathroom just in time for my stomach to turn inside out as I vomit.

What am I going to do? Where the fuck am I supposed to go? Did they mean it when they said they’d let me stay with them?

When I finally stop puking, I clean up as fast as I can and throw on leggings and a T-shirt before I start throwing clothes into a bag.

I don’ waste even a second getting as much as I can while Troy fucks around in the kitchen trying to get the bottle of whiskey open.

When I find I am out of time, I sneak down the hallway and to the front door.

As I am picking up my purse, Troy comes around the corner.

I stop and just look at him, expecting some sort of reaction to me running, but he just chuckles.

“I’ll be here when you are ready to come crawling back,” Troy says before sitting on the couch and powering the television on.

What the fuck?

I should question his motives, but I turn and run out of the house instead. He never comes outside or even looks through the window as I shove everything into my back seat. I am running on an adrenaline high as I tear out of the driveway and drive away.

I don’t know what I am going to do, but at least I know where I am going.