Now
What is wrong with me? Why am I still hanging on to every word Michael says? Didn’t I learn anything? Didn’t my years of therapy help at all? And aren’t the fucking scars he gave me supposed to be a warning, a reminder of what he’s capable of? I knew that deciding to be with Michael went against everything my brain told me to do. I was entirely aware of how fucking idiotic and dangerous this was. But I kept on doing it anyway.
I silently sat on the couch as Michael worked on his laptop. All I could think of was Elliott’s poor, heartbroken face. I did that to him. If I didn’t hate myself before, I certainly did now.
“Did you speak to your boss? Tell her you’re not coming in anymore?” Michael asked, pulling me out of my internal pity party.
I shook my head. “No. I need my phone.”
He sighed heavily, still looking at his laptop screen. “I’ll call for you.”
Oh God. Lauren is going to know something is up, especially if Meg told her about my abusive ex-boyfriend. But all I did was nod and smile. “Thank you, Daddy.”
I wanted to be his perfect, submissive, good girl. My internal dialogue had nothing on what physically pulled me to Michael like a fucking magnet. I could hate him all I wanted, but I still wanted to please him.
Michael turned to me and smiled. Fuck, I lived for that smile. “Of course, baby girl. Come here.” He patted his lap as he swiveled his chair toward me.
I quickly stood up and obeyed, sitting down on his lap with my back to him. Feeling Michael’s erection grow underneath my ass sent a wave of satisfaction throughout my body. His hands began to scan my body, his fingers softly grazing my bare skin underneath my shirt. My heart began to race with desire as he pinched my nipple.
“Oh, sweet Jackie. Your tits are so fucking amazing. Your whole body is just…” He trailed off as he squeezed my breasts and pressed his lips against my neck.
“Oh, Daddy,” I sighed, closing my eyes and tilting my head to the side.
“Your body belongs to Daddy, doesn’t it? My sweet fucking whore. You love everything Daddy does to you.”
I blinked my eyes open. I was over-analyzing everything he said lately, and I wondered if he was right. I had to have loved everything he did to me; otherwise, I wouldn’t be here…right? Am I that fucked up in the head to like that he marked my body as his? Oh God, Jackie. You really are fucked up. You do not deserve Elliott; you deserve this.
“Yes, Daddy. My body is yours. I am yours.” My voice cracked as I said the words aloud.
“You’ll be my fucking servant, my pet, won’t you? You’ll crawl on your hands and knees and worship me.”
I nodded. I needed to stop thinking; I needed his hands on me and his cock inside of me.
“Say it, Jackie.” His hand grazed up to my neck and I was certain he could feel my pulse beating wildly.
“I’m your pet, Daddy. I’ll worship you in every way you want me to.”
He chuckled in my ear and began to gently squeeze my neck. “Good. We’ll get eloped and it will be official. You will be my lawfully wedded wife—my lawful fucking property who will do as I say.”
Tears pricked my eyes as I nodded again. No, Jackie. Run .
“Yes, Daddy. I will be your wife, your property.”
He moaned and pushed his hips up, grinding his hard cock between my thighs. He obviously liked what he was hearing, and I obviously liked what I was feeling judging by the wetness between my thighs.
“Mmm, sweet Jackie. You always know just how to please me.” He grabbed my hip with one hand and then reached over to put his other on my pussy, covered by only my underwear. “What will your first task as my wife be?”
I couldn’t even think—I just wanted him to continue to touch me.
“Whatever you want, Daddy,” I breathed.
He began to rub my clit as I moved my hips, grinding against him.
“Whatever I want, hm?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I was so close to coming as he frantically rubbed my clit.
“I can feel how wet you are through your panties. I love how fucking wet you get for me, baby.”
My breathing hitched as I felt the pulsing of my pussy, nearing my orgasm, but then Michael removed his hand and lifted me by my hips. He pushed me down onto the bed, and as I laid on my stomach, his lips grazed my ear. “Would you bleed for me again?”
It felt like I stopped breathing; his ominous tone sent a cold shiver down my spine, freezing me in place. My heart pounded in my chest, and a wave of dread washed over me, making my body tense and my hands tremble uncontrollably as I lay there, unable to move. My mind screamed no, but my body screamed yes , overshadowing everything else.
“Anything, Daddy,” I answered with shaky breath, although I knew it couldn’t be true.
He quickly pulled my panties down and reached between my legs. He began to rub my clit and he breathed heavily into my ear as his other hand wrapped around my throat.
“So pathetic, Jackie. Still as pathetic as ever. Why would you continue to obey me? Don’t you know what I’m going to do to you?”
Panic set in—panic and fear as he made my pussy wetter, close to coming. I had to have known this would happen. And why did I continue to obey him? It was clear that Elliott loved me, and I loved him. He was a good man who treated me like a queen. So what was wrong with me? What was I doing with Michael? Was it because he treated me like the fucking trash I knew I was?
Michael pulled his fingers from me and slapped my ass hard. “Answer me, Jackie.”
“I—I—” I couldn’t answer; I began to hyperventilate as tears poured down my cheeks. My whole body trembled, and my vision blurred with the intensity of my fear. I was terrified. It was setting in, yet again, how terribly wrong this all was. The walls seemed to close in around me, my heart racing so fast it felt like it would burst. But that didn’t stop me before. Would it stop me this time?
I felt another sting from the pain of his hand slamming hard on my ass.
“What, Jackie? Speak.” Pain again.
And something in me began to light up again—my logic. I can’t do this again. I’m so fucking scared. I need to get back to Elliott. I need to get away from Michael. But the realization hit me like a cold wave: he won’t just let me walk away, waving goodbye with a smile on his face. What do I do? My mind raced as I fought to keep my panic at bay. I need to be smart about this. I have to find a way out without triggering his wrath.
“Daddy,” I cried. “I need you. Please. Do whatever you want to me.”
I hoped he would like that, and as he softly palmed my ass over the sore spots, I knew I was right.
“What I want right now, sweet Jackie, is for you to get on your knees like a good girl and obey Daddy. .”
I turned and slunk down to my knees, staring at his brown suede oxfords that pointed at me.
“Look at me,” he ordered sharply.
My eyes flicked up to his; his gray eyes suddenly didn’t make my heart drop to my pussy—they made my rage simmer deep in my chest.
He unzipped his pants and let his cock spring free and I tried to ignore the aching need of my pussy. Instead, I gritted my teeth and waited for his next command. Then something flickered in his eyes. Did he know I was angry? Did he know what was going on in my mind? He began to stroke himself and bunched the hair behind my head with his fist.
“You know what I want to do, sweet Jackie? I want to tie you up, like the good old days,” he said with a sinister smile.
My head shook slightly . I can’t do this…I can’t do this…
“Don’t be afraid, sweet Jackie. Daddy will always take care of you.”
Then he grabbed me by the throat, squeezed tight, and began to laugh as I tried to pull his arm away, using all the fight I had left in me. Today is finally the day—he’s going to kill me. So fucking naive, Jackie. Scared, stupid, naive little Jackie.
The last of my frightened thoughts were clouded by darkness.
* * *
I woke up naked with rope around my wrists and ankles, my legs spread open for display. I couldn’t move my limbs even an inch. I realized a gag was in my mouth and that’s when I began to sob; my poor decisions led me to this, to Michael who was going to use me in every way he pleased. I even told him he could, as if my permission meant anything; he would do it anyway.
“Well good evening, sweet Jackie.” Michael’s voice was beside me; he was sitting still in the chair where he had first greeted me. “You look as beautiful as ever spread open for me, your body ready for whatever I care to do with it.”
He stood up and slowly walked to the end of the bed. He was only in his boxer briefs and even though his hard cock was outlined through the cotton, my fear overtook any desire I had left in my body for him.
I shook my head as a tear escaped my eye. Michael laughed. “Remember, baby? You don’t get to say no to me. You’re all mine.”
My chest shook as I sobbed. I was grieving the life I was going to lose by his hands. If he didn’t kill me now, he’d surely kill me soon.
“Oh, baby.” He chuckled mockingly. “Don’t cry. I’ll make you feel good, I promise.”
He removed his boxer briefs before he hopped on the bed above me and took his cock in his hand, stroking himself quickly. He leaned down and pressed his lips to my pussy.
“Mmmm, so fucking tasty, Jackie,” he murmured as he flicked my clit with his tongue, teasing me. “And so fucking wet.” He dug his tongue further into my pussy and used his other hand to rub my clit; he knew how to make me come, and my pussy quickly spasmed with an orgasm as the tears continued to flow.
Michael chuckled as he sat up and began to stroke himself again. “You know what I’ve found to be best at cutting the skin?”
I watched with horror as he leaped off the bed and grabbed something from the dresser. I was certain my heart would stop as he held up a razor blade between his thumb and forefinger. My chest tightened as if the air had been sucked from the room as my eyes locked on the blade.
“No,” my muffled mouth tried to mutter, but it was futile—Michael quickly got on the bed again and straddled me, his full body weight sitting on my pelvic bone, his dark eyes eagerly scanning my body.
I shut my eyes tight as if that would stop anything he was about to do to me. My body trembled as I felt the razor blade slowly slice at the top of my breast; the sharp sting of the shallow cut paled in comparison to the overwhelming terror and the far worse fate that awaited.
“Fuck, sweet Jackie. Seeing you bleed for me is one of my favorite fucking things,” his deep voice hummed.
I was struck frozen when his lips pressed against the cut and his tongue outlined the wound. I jutted open my eyes as he smiled up at me, his lips mottled with my blood.
“If prison taught me anything, sweet Jackie, it’s that you take what you want before someone else does. My fucking deepest, darkest desires became clear when I had nothing but my mind to entertain me. And fuck, all the ways I wanted to hurt you, to fuck you, consumed my every thought.”
He’s fucking lost it even more. What the fuck is wrong with me? I could have been happy and laying in bed with Elliott at this very moment. I’m going to get tortured and it’s all my fucking fault.
He took the razor blade to the top of my other breast and pressed his lips to the wound again. I observed in dread as his erection rubbed up and down the slit of my pussy. My body betrayed me because as terrified as I was, I knew I was wet and ready for him. Bad fucking timing, body . He took his cock and eagerly pushed himself inside of me, his moans already loud and wild as he began to pump his hips as he laid on top of me.
“It feels so much better being inside of you when I can taste your blood on my tongue.”
He sliced the top of my arm before he put his mouth to it, and I shrieked with pain and horror. But the friction of Michael’s body weight against my clit and his incessant pounding had me close to an orgasm. Please God, no. Don’t let me fucking come like this. Yet with another slice on my arm, and his body rubbing against my clit, my pussy seized with pleasure. My body shook as I sobbed, the guilt more overwhelming than anything else I felt.
And when he pulled out of my pussy and pushed himself into my ass, all I could think about was the sweet relief of death—but not mine.
If Michael doesn’t kill me tonight, I’m going to kill him. I was going to end his life so he would stop ruining mine. And it was going to be soon.