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“Jesus, Cass,” Oscar sighs and pulls me to the center seat to hug me tightly.

I bury my face in his chest, and sobs wrack from my body.

All the pent-up pain and anguish that Trey has caused me over the last year is dumping out quicker than I can stop it.

Once the floodgates open, there is no stopping it.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Oscar asks, pulling back to wipe my face.

“I don’t want you to go to jail for me, Oscar.

I know you. I know what you are going to do.

I can’t lose you. When you… when Dad… I can’t lose you, Oscar, I can’t.

I won’t be the reason that you throw your life away.

You have worked your ass off to break the family cycle of alcoholism, and you have done well for yourself. I won’t destroy that.

“I’ll make you a deal,” he says. “You go home, pack your shit, and leave. Tonight. Wait until he is asleep and run. Okay? We will sit in the lot across from your apartment building and wait all night if we have to. Okay? Just get what you can carry, and leave. I will replace anything that I need to. Okay? The alternative is I go over there and blow his goddamn brains out for hurting my little sister.”

“Okay,” I sniff. “But… you can’t text me or call me. He tracks what I do on my phone. I don’t know how, but he always knows what I do and where I am. He probably knows where I am right now.”

His jaw tightens, and he closes his eyes for a second before looking at me. “I’ll give you until the sun comes up, and then I’m coming to get you. Okay?” he says softly.

“Okay,” I whisper. “I’m sorry, Oscar.”

“You have absolutely nothing to apologize for, Cassidy. You have done nothing wrong, and none of this falls on you. Just play it cool, wait till he’s asleep, and get the fuck out. Okay? Leave your phone and car there,” he tells me.

“Okay… He’s going to be mad that I went with you guys tonight,” I admit.

“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.

I have 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 before pouring 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’re mine .”

Smack

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

Smack

“You’re a fucking whore!”

Smack

“Useless fucking bitch.”

Smack

Smack

Smack

He keeps hitting me on and on. Every bite of the leather sends fire searching through my skin.

I whimper and cry as he whips me, secretly praying that he stops soon.

I have never begged him to stop punishing me, and I won’t now.

This will be the last time he punishes me.

I won’t let this get so far that he starts hitting me. I will run and be free.

After what feels like a lifetime, the belt clatters to the floor, and the bed dips as he moves behind me.

He roughly grabs my hips and pulls me up to my knees before I hear the bottle of lube.

He forces that massive dildo into my pussy and starts roughly fucking me with it.

This is the part where he pretends to care while simultaneously degrading me.

I love a good degradation, but it’s different with Trey.

His words cut deep, and it hurts. What hurts worse is the way he forces me to come and talks like he was doing me a favor.

“I knew you wanted it. Did they not fuck you good enough? Huh? I’m the only one who can work this cunt. Say it. Tell me I own you,” he demands.

“You own me,” I groan as he slams in deep over and over. Inside of it is an egg, and when he turns it on, the vibrations force a moan out of me that makes my stomach churn.

Trey reaches around and grabs my belly and squeezes so hard that he is sure to have left bruises.

“If only you weren’t such a fucking cow.

Maybe you’d be prettier. You’re lucky this cunt doesn’t know the rest of you is hideous.

How do you get so many men to fuck you? I know that’s how you make what you do at the restaurant. ”

“No,” I moan. “I wouldn’t… Fuck!”

I scream in pain, and my body tenses when an electric fire shoots through my belly as he holds a stun gun in place.

My jaw is clenched, and I groan until he finally lets up.

He stops and pushes the dildo deeper before moving me to lie flat.

Trey groans as he pushes into my ass, and my breath catches as my body fights to accommodate his size.

He unhooks my wrists and places his hands on the bed to either side of me.

I move to my elbows and drop my face into my hands as he pounds into me.

“Tight. Fucking. Ass. All. Mine. Fuck yes . Take it. Fucking whore. Take my cock. Tell me you’re my whore, tell me,” He growls.

“ I’m your whore,” I whimper as he rails into me harder and harder. It doesn’t hurt, but that’s the problem. I don’t want this. I don’t want my body to react like this. I just want him to finish and get off me.

By the grace of whatever divine power is out there, he groans as he comes.

Just when I think I’m out of the woods, he presses the stun gun against my hip, my body tightens and I groan through the waves of a painful orgasm as it tears through me.

Trey bites down on my shoulder, and a scream rips from my throat when his teeth pierce my skin.

“You ever fucking talk to them again, I will fucking kill you,” Trey growls in my ear. “Go take a shower, you filthy fucking pig.”

I sniff back my tears as I get up from the bed and hurry to the bathroom.

As soon as the water is as hot as it will go, I get in and let the scorching water burn me.

I scrub every inch of my body as I silently cry, trying to get him off my skin.

Only when I am bright red, do I move on to wash my hair.

After about an hour, I step out and dry off before I tiptoe back into the room.

Thank fuck.

Trey is passed out snoring across the bed.

He is still naked. Based on the white powder residue on not only his nose but also the nightstand, it looks like he’s going to be out for a while.

Cocaine and booze hype him up for a while, but then he crashes hard.

I must have missed it when he did a line before whipping me.

He forced me a few times to do cocaine, but I fucking hate how much I love it.

I didn’t realize until a few weeks ago that it’s the only thing that brings me peace, and that is scary.

My family has a history of addiction, and I am determined to not fall into that.

Even so, I stare at the nightstand, knowing his stash is hidden in there.

I could find peace… But I promised Oscar I’d run.

I can’t let him down. I can’t let him come up here.

I am covered in welts and bruises. That will be bad enough.

I carefully walk around and gather items to shove into a bag before pulling on a sports bra, a loose but thin long-sleeved shirt, and black leggings.

My body is buzzing, and my mind is running wild as I get what I need.

I take one last look at Trey before walking out of the room and head toward the front door.

I stop for a moment when I see my phone.

I’ve contemplated doing this for a while but could never manage to sneak a picture.

I get my phone out of my bag by the door and log into Facebook.

I never stayed logged into apps because I knew he could hack into them if I did.

I go to the “Are we dating the same guy” page for Miami before walking back into the bedroom.

I snap a photo of Trey sleeping and attach it to the post before typing out my message.

I could do this anonymously, but I don’t care if he knows that I am searching.

I’ll be safe with Gunner, Collin, and Oscar.

Once the post is made, I log out and delete my browser history before going to the settings and factory resetting my phone.

I toss it on the couch before picking up all of my belongings and carefully opening the front door.

The second I am out, I run. I rush down the stairs to the ground floor before bursting through the exit and out into the parking lot. From there, I take a second to catch my breath before running across the street. Lights come on as a truck pulls out of a dark corner of the lot, and I relax.

As soon as I get in, I look over at the apartment building to see Trey in basketball shorts standing in the parking lot watching me.

“Fuck,” I say.

“You’re okay,” Oscar says as he pulls out of the lot. I am panting, and I don’t know if I am laughing or crying at this point. I am fully panicking, and I can’t stop. I can’t calm down.

“Hey. Relax. Breathe,” Gunner says as he leans forward and gently squeezes my shoulder. It instantly snaps me back into reality when I cry out in pain and pull away.

“Woah. Are you fucking bleeding, Cassidy,” Gunner asks, showing me the blood on his hand.

Oh, right. The fucker bit me.

“I…” I start to say but freeze up. He doesn’t ask again; he simply grabs me and pulls me into the back. “Gunner! What the fuck?!”

Collin pulls my shirt off and leans me forward, but it’s the audible gasp from them that says it all. Maybe it’s worse than I thought. “I am going to kill that stupid son of a bitch,” Collin barks, making me jump.

“Relax. You’re scaring her,” Gunner says softly. “Pebbles, why are you bleeding? Did he bite you?”

“Yeah,” I sniff and sit up. My back feels better without a shirt on, and I relax a bit more. The adrenaline is seeping out of my body, and the emotions are taking over. “He…”

“You don’t have to explain right now,” Gunner says, wrapping me in a hug. “Let’s get you home and bandaged up.”