Chapter 45
We all headed up the stairs, and Vic kissed me goodbye before he and Cherrywent backto her apartment. I waited until they were out of sight, then snuck into the pleasure room.
Hobbs was still fast asleep, snoring loudly. Damn, that drug made him noisy. I hoped he enjoyed the rest because he was in forone hell ofa hangover the moment he woke up. Silently, I climbed into bed next to his prone body, and it took over an hour to doze off with all the racket.
When I woke up, Trevorwas standingover me, and I took the orange C juice he offered. "I need food," he muttered grumpily.
I smirked. "Feeling alright, Daddy?"
His nose crinkled. "I didn't realize I had so much to drink last night."
"You were hammering them back pretty hard. I'm surprised we could get you up the stairs."
"I vaguely remember that." He walked over to a wardrobe and picked up a folded set of clothing. "Put these on. I really do need food."
Surprisingly enough, the clothing wasn't pink. A green tank top and form-fitting black pants. Since he didn't give me underwear, I had to go commando.The momentmy shoes were on, Trevor placed a hand on the small of my back and hastily escorted me out of the room.
We took the car to a local café where I ordered a soft-boiled egg with cinnamon toast sticks, and Hobbs had a bowl of fruit with some turkey bacon on the side.Thankfully, when we were finished, his bad mood seemed to have subsided.
Our next stop was a local spa called The Blue Mist. It wasn't anything spectacular. The walls were a light blue with generic pictures of wildflowers, and the counter and chairs were a deep royal navy. Other than that, the place was bland. But the massages were nice. I could have stayed there forever, but Trevor had booked a fewotherthings for the day.
Next, the techs covered our faces in moisturizingfacemasks and escorted us into separate mud baths of thick, brown gunk. At least Hobbs looked content, keeping to himself. And after cucumbers were placed over my eyes, I was left with nothing butmy ownthoughts. This might be the last time anything like this ever happens to me .If things went as planned, I wouldbe leaving Top Hill and movingto Lowervill with Vic.What I would do for a living was beyond me, considering the only thing I really knew how to do was take a cock up the ass or suck one. In reverse order, obviously.
I sighed, sinkingdownfurther into the mud until it touched my chin. Why couldn't Hobbs be like this all the time? Why couldn't he have left well enough alone? Things could have been so different ifhehad allowed me to say no. Why couldn't he accept that I didn't want to be in the limelight? Maybe if he had warned me that hewas going totrain Lucien, I would have been better prepared for it and not freaked out.
I had to stop myself from laughing out loud. Who was I kidding? I was the jealous type. Maybe I wouldn't have broken Lucien's teeth, but I would have made it very clear that I wasn't okay with the little pixie touching my man. Even after Trevor moved me into a separate apartment, I would lay awake at night getting worked up over hundreds of imaginary men.
Ever sincethat day, Trevor never flaunted another manin front ofme.But I wasn't stupid enough to think he wasn't sticking his dick in tight little pixie asses from time to time. Lifting one of the cucumbers from my eyes, I glanced at Trevor. He was relaxing with his head thrown back. Like I should've been. Did I really have to go through with all this? How much better would my life really be if I was set free? I didn't know how to survive without Trevor. How long would Vic be willing to put up with me before he told me to get the fuck out? The only thing I knew how to do was make another man cum.
God damn, I needed to get high. Or drunk. Maybe both. I needed to get out of my own head. A future with Vic would lead to the unknown, but how much worse could it be than my life with Trevor? Vic wouldn't force me to have sex with anyone else. But Vic also couldn't afford things like spa days, the latest fashion, or even the best food. Vic wouldn't hit me. Vic honestly cared for me. He was risking his own freedom to secure mine. Why was I even questioning what life would be better?
My spiral was interrupted by one of the spa therapists. Our session was over. We cleaned up and sat in a steamy sauna for fifteen minutes beforeheading backto the apartment.
And the first thing I did was head to the liquor cabinet. Popping the cork, I took a good few gulps before Hobbs walked in. "I allow you to drink at the club, but I never said you had free reign to do so here."
I bit my lower lip, trying to keep the venom from spewingout. How could I possibly keep going back and forth with this man? How could I want to deal with this for however long he was willing to keep me? Vic didn't like it when I indulged in recreational activities, but he never forbade it. He never spoke to me like I was property.
Replacing the cork, I tilted my head and eyed him as I returned the bottle, and he closed the cabinet door. "You'll ruin yourself."
"What are you going to do when I get too old for you, Trevor?" He arched a brow. "I may look like I'm in my early twenties now, but what happens when I get my first wrinkle? When I can no longer pass for a twenty-something puk? I'm almost thirty, for fuck's sake. Twelve more years, and I'll be forty. What are you going to do? Drop me like a bad habit? Toss me out on the street because I'm not pretty enough for you anymore?"
"Lay off the drugs and alcohol, and you can stay beautiful for quite some time. Why do you think you pass for twenty-one? It's not all good genes, you know. It's the facials, the creams, things like that. Just look at what drugs have done to your mother. I'm sure she was quite beautiful before she began to partake."
I scowled. "It takes a lot of drugs and alcohol to put up with you."
Hobbs walked past me, not saying a word, and I decided to stay where I was, knowing my big mouth was about to do me more harm than good.
When Trevor came back, he held Little Hopper in his arms. My body tensed. "You seem to forget that I gave you all of this, and I can easily take it away. I could toss you out in the street right now."
"At least I'd be free," I grumbled.
"I didn't say free. I could make you stand outside on a corner every night. Your debt still hasn't been paid off."
"Isn't it, though?" Immediately, I wanted to take the words back. I was making everything so much worse. Fuck it. I already got this far. There was no point in backing off. "How much do I still owe, Trevor? Because I've been in this thing for ten fucking years. I have to be getting close."
"I'd have to check my records," he snarled.
"Why don't you do that? You can't tell me you can't access my records from here. I'm really curious how long I have to put up with your bullshit."
Slowly, he set Little Hopper down and stalked forward. Before I could react, his fist swung, hitting me so hard in the eye that I toppled over. He yanked me back up by my shirt, striking me again. I tried to struggle, push back, anything, but he spun me around, twisting my arm so far, I was afraid he was going to break it. I knew this hold, and I couldn't get out of it. I cried out, but that only prompted him to force me onto the table. With his free hand, he yanked down my pants. "Trevor, stop!"
I heard him spit. Then, before I was ready, he thrust violently inside my ass. He was pushing so forcefully that it felt like the table would snap in two. I couldn't keep my cries to myself. He was being far too rough.
Grabbing my hair, he yanked my head up, never stopping the rhythm of his brutal thrusts. "I own you! You belong to me! You always have and always will!" he growled with such ferocity it made my entire body shudder in fear. He slammed my face down onto the table. The metallic taste of blood flowed onto my tongue when my teeth cut my lower lip.
Hobbs grabbed my hips and thrust in one more time with a low snarl. When he pulled out, I wasn't sure if it was cum or blood seeping from me. He didn't say a word after, only fixed his pants and marched out of the room. A few seconds later, the front door slammed.
Carefully, I stood upright, pulled my pants back up, and walked into the room where I kept Little Hopper. The rabbit was nowhere to be seen. He was most likely freaked the hell out. I couldn't blame him. Wrapping my arms around myself, I walked into the main living room and looked up at the balcony, wondering if I could push myself upstairs and into the bathroom to grab a blade.
I winced from the pain. No, I wasn't going to try and do that again. I needed to stick with my plan. I just had to shut up long enough to pull it off. Trevor's days were numbered. He just didn't know it yet.
I was curled up on the couch with Little Hopper sitting on my lap. The rabbit was growing more and more comfortable with me.
When the light turned on around ten PM, I winced as Hobbs walked in, carrying a small cage. "I brought you something," he stated as if nothing was wrong.
I turned away, cuddling Little Hopper in my arms. The rabbit kicked; it was still not used to being snuggled yet. Eventually, I gave up and set him on the floor.
"I'm sorry, Isaac," cooed Hobbs as he took a seat on the couch.
I curled my feet in closer. "You always say that."
He sighed. "It's because I love you more than anything in this world. I lose control of myself at the very thought that you might leave me. It's why I get so angry when you ask about your debt. Because I know that very soon, you'll be able to walk out that door, and there won't be anything I can do to stop you."
"You would never have to worry about me leaving if you didn't make me fuck half of the gay men in Sin City."
He reached out to me, but I recoiled. "I needed to make my money back, Isaac, you know this. If I didn't pay, who knows what would have happened to you. At best, you may have been forced to work in the Warehouse District. Or one of the low-rent brothels in the Inferno District. At worst, they could have sent you out to the Wastes to mine lithium. People die out there all the time. If someone doesn't plan their trip accordingly, or something happens, they could run out of oxygen and die." He brushed his hand through my hair. "Without the money you bring in, we would have never made it to where we are now."
I tried to hint with my body language that I wasn't going to forgive him, but he placed the cage down and continued, "Anyway, I got this for you."
There was a fat little black and white creature with a long, thick tail in the box. It was cute. I couldn't resist the urge to take a closer look. "What is it?"
"A rat."
I flinched back. "Eww."
Hobbs chuckled, "It's not one of the types you see roaming around the Slog. Those are a type of mutant. This one was bred to be a pet. It's why it's so small in comparison." He opened the cage, scooping the rodent into his hand. It sniffed the air and wiggled about like it wanted to explore as he handed it to me. "You'll lose it if you let it roam around too much, but I do have something you can put it in to let it get some exercise."
I couldn't help but smile as I stroked the creature's back. Hobbs leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips. I winced but allowed it. "I love you, my little star. More than you could ever know. I am so sorry I hurt you. Forgive me."
I didn't reply, and he didn't insist. Instead, he left me alone with my two little pets. No more buttering me up. The end of all of this was coming sooner than Trevor would ever expect.