Lost in thought, I jumped in surprise when a cell phone began to ring with some sort of loud song I had never heard before. Elijah rubbed my arm with the end of his fingers to calm me as he turned the TV to mute. I didn’t even notice that he’d turned iton.
“Hello,” Elijah answered. “How did she find out?” His voice stayed calm, even though his posturestiffened.
“Okay,” he continued. “I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes, Mom.” He hung his phone up, sighing deeply. Turning to me, he said, “I’m sorry, but I have a family issue that needs to be dealt with immediately. You can either stay here and watch TV or go to bed. I shouldn’t be toolong.”
Kissing the top of my head, he then stood up and proceeded to make sure he had his phone before making his way to the entryway, where he had left his shoes and coat. After telling me he would try to not be too long, once again, he closed the door behind him, giving me a look that spoke louder than words: he didn’t want to leaveme.
I was never a fan of being alone. I’d hated the past few years, even with the lack of hope that I would ever be free. I missed my parents, still not knowing if I would ever see my mom again. I didn’t even know if she was still alive, or if she’d tried to look for me. I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to see her after everything she’d put methrough.
I was afraid of being alone. I had once been locked in a small dark cage that was cold asice.
Not knowing what to do after he left, as the TV held no interest to me, I walked through the house. I wasn’t sure if there were certain rooms I wasn’t allowed to enter, so I didn’t dare enter any room with a closeddoor.
Passing the front door for the third time, I decided I would just kneel and wait for Elijah to return. The house felt cold without him, and I didn’t know what else to do. There was no way I would be able to sleep if I tried. Kneeling a few feet from the door, I placed my hands behind my back with my headdown.
I wasn’t used to such quiet. Even while I was kept in that dark cell, I could always hear some sort of noise. Yelling, groaning, crying, and even an occasional gunshot. Being here in this nice warm house, the quiet was so . . .quiet.
“Please, let me go,” I sobbed as I was shoved to my knees in front of the man who held my life in hishands.
“Ah, but I can’t, my sweets,” the man laughed. “I am the man master of this place, and everyone answers to me. I wanted you, therefore I gotyou.”
“Please,” I begged. My hands were still tied behind my back. Morgan stood behind me, refusing to answer anything. He was shifty as stood beforeme.
“You are now mine. You will learn to not speak unless spoken to,” the man said as he walked around his desk to where I was kneeling. “I am Master Galvin, and you will give me what I require from scum like you.” With that, he snapped his fingers, demanding another man slap my cheek, the noise of skin against skin to echo across the room. I cried out in pain and shock and fell to the side from the force of theblow.
Galvin laughed before pulling me back up to the correct kneeling position. “When I enter a room, you are to be in this position. Eyes down, knees shoulder-width apart, and hands behind your back. If you are not, you will be punished. I will not repeat myself on this rule.Ever.”
My breath began to come in heavy pants as the memories crept forth. My palms began to sweat, and I rubbed them on my pant legs. I took a few deep breaths in, hoping that the panic would not getworse.
Please, notnow.
I was on my knees with my head pulled back by my hair, my scalp crying out in pain. Master Galvin stood off to the side, watching with a gleeful look. Morgan stood in front of me, one hand in my hair. He had his pants unzipped and down so his hard dick was standing straight up. It was pointing right at me, and the sight of it made mequeasy.
“Now, open that mouth of yours. I can’t wait to feel the heat around me, sucking me until I shoot my load down your throat.” Morgan moaned as he used his other hand to force my mouth open, squeezing my cheeks to the point ofpain.
When it was open wide enough, he shoved his cock into my mouth, making me gag as he hit the back of mythroat.
“If you bite him, you’ll be very sorry,” Master Galvinsaid.
I had learned to stop most of my panic attacks because Master Galvin loved to punish me for them. He’d force one of his men to beat me or use me in a certain way—sometimes both, if he was in amood.
I could feel the bonds that were almost permanently around my hands those first few months. Of course, if I had only obeyed and not tried to run every chance I got, I may have had a few less bruises. The men were not gentle. I don’t think they even knew what the wordmeant.
Apparently, I didn’t do a good enough job giving Morgan my first blow job, because after his grunting and groaning and shooting his cum down my throat, I was shoved backward, barely catching myself on my tiedhands.
“You’re worthless!” Morgan snarled as he tucked himself back into his pants. “Your mother wasbetter.”
He then kicked me in the stomach, knocking the breath out ofme.
That wasn't the last time. I had been forced to practice on the men for days on end, until it was what they deemed to be good enough. My jaw hurt constantly, making me unable to eat much of anything fordays.
Rocking back and forth, my heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. I covered my face with my hands, folding my body intwo.
The front door opened, letting in a wave of coldair.
The first time I panicked was right after I was released from the burning ropes and shut in what I would be calling my home for years to come. I was worried about my mom, worried about finding a way out of hell. I refused to let those men have their way with my body without a fight. And I would fight. I would fight till my last dying breath. But it didn't do any good. The men alwayswon.
“Oh honey,” said a female voice quietly nearby. The presence of another slowly brought me back to the present. “Come on. Up youget.”
