“How love changes,” Stella said softly. “How did you go from undying loyalty to this?”
She looked around the house and then said, “You must be expecting someone. The candles, the flowers, the smell of dinner. Nice girl, is she? I wonder, what will she think if she finds out all the secrets you keep? Does she know about Fred?”
I flinched at the name, and Stella laughed. She walked over and smiled at me.
“You are going to regret this, Gale,” she said. “I promise you. You will be very,verysorry. Don’t do this to yourself. Just give in to me.”
“Never,” I snapped at her.
She leaned forward and placed a small kiss on my lips.
“You will come back to me eventually,” she said. “Grovelling and begging. Remember my words, Gale Fears.”
She turned around and walked off, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I collapsed on my couch. I was completely overcome by Stella’s sudden appearance that I almost forgot that Hillary hadn’t shown up yet. Just then, my phone started ringing, and I picked it up.
“Seth?” I asked, rubbing my tired eyes. “What is it?”
“You need to get here, Mr. Fears,” he said. “There’s an emergency. We just lost all our cases.”
Chapter 2
Nightmare from The Past
Hillary Beck
“I’m sorry, Joe,” I begged. “I didn’t mean to.”
“Didn’t mean to?” he snarled in my ear. “You flinched, bitch! So now you don’t want me close to you anymore? You don’t want me to fuck you anymore?”
He leaned over and licked my cheek, and I tried to suppress my tears. He hated when I cried. It would just mean another beating. I had already made the mistake of wincing when he came close to me to kiss me.
He grabbed the back of my hair and forced me to turn my face towards him.
“You pathetic bitch,” he said. “I give you everything. A good house. Good food. Love and care. And this is how you treat me? I will teach you! You are going to learn a lesson you won’t forget anytime soon!”
The tears I had been trying to control freely fell down my cheeks. It agitated him even more, and he slapped me hard across the face.
“On all fours,” he shouted. When I didn’t comply, he hit me again and forced me down to my hands and knees. I heard him unzipping his pants, and I begged. “Please, Joe. Please, don’t do it.”
“Shut up, you whore!” he snarled, forcing himself inside me. Pain shot through me at his thrust, and I tensed. He never cared about how much it hurt me. He had his way with me and left me bleeding, filled with pain, drowning in anguish.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned as he thrust harder and faster.
“Joe, please,” I begged, but he just kept on going. I was so dry that I could feel my skin tearing as he continued to abuse me. I closed my eyes and prayed, something I had been doing quite often recently. I begged and prayed that he would just finish so that my ordeal would be over. But my prayers were of no use because he kept on charging, thrusting in me like a piston.
He pulled himself out of me and forced his cock into my mouth; he continued to thrust inside my mouth, ignoring my tears and gagging. Finally, he came in my mouth, and I knew I would need to swallow it to avoid another beating. I collapsed on the floor, writhing in pain and sobbing. He grabbed my hair, pulled my head back, and whispered in my ear.
“Next time you so much as look away when I come close to you, I will invite all my friends to come and have a fuck. And if you think I am bad, you should see what they’ll do to you.” With that, he slapped me again, and my vision dimmed. I heard him laughing in the background, and I cried silently, wondering if I would ever be free of this man.
I woke up with a gasp, the memory still painfully fresh in my mind. It took me a minute to remember what had happened. I had been going out to meet Gale, and then someone had attacked me on the streets. I remembered seeing Joe’s face before he hit me so hard that I blacked out. As I regained my senses, I tried to stand up but quickly realized that I was tied to a chair. I looked around the small, dark, dingy room where I was being kept, and I felt panic, and fear rise through me.
“Help!” I shouted, even though I knew it was futile. “Help!”
“There is no one here who can hear you.” Joe’s voice echoed through the room. “You managed to run from me for a long time, little bird. But now, your time is up. You are mine again, and I promise, this time I won’t let you get away.”
His face glared down at me, and I shuddered at the sight. Once, I had thought he was handsome and sexy. Now I loathe the sight of him. I wanted to run away from here and never look back. Just keep running and running until either he died or I did.
“Tch tch,” he said, kneeling in front of me. “Tears? Really? I thought I had beaten them out of you. And look at you, dressed so pretty. You must be going out with someone. Or did you go to all this effort for me? Such a pretty dress. I can’t wait to tear it off your body later. I can’t wait to see it lying in the pool of your blood.”
