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Authors: Amy Morrel
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Chapter
1 – The Rescue
Blake was sitting in the food court at the mall when he overheard
the one-sided, heated, conversation at the table next to him.
“You're not getting anything from me bitch! Free pussy, my
ass. You've cost me more than most of the girlfriends I've had,
needing me to give you everything. I can't even sell you to make up
the rest of my debt. Now they're gonna knee-cap my ass.”
A resounding smack followed the vehement statement and Blake spun
to see the man at the next table lowering his hand. A red hand-print
was blooming on the face of the brunette sitting at the table with
him. As Blake looked, she removed her gaze from the man's face and
cast it downward towards the floor.
No-one else in the food court appeared to notice, or maybe they
just didn't care, that the man had struck her. As Blake watched, the
man raised his hand in a closed fist to just below the level of the
table and appeared to get ready to strike the girl again, this time
in her stomach.
Blake reached over, stretching slightly to reach the man's elbow.
As he grasped the joint, he squeezed it firmly enough to hurt:
“I don't think you want to be doing that. Someone might
think you enjoyed violence and decide to perpetrate some of it on you
yourself.”
“What the fuck do you think you're doing asshole?”
“Trying to stop you from making a mistake. You don't hit a
woman.”
“That's no woman, she's just a cheap slut. Can't even sell
the bitch to pay off my bookie. All she does is eat and sleep, don't
do a damn thing to pay for her keep. I might as well get some
frustrations out on her this way.”
Blake's training as a bouncer came in handy at this point. He had
kept sight of the man's hands in his peripheral vision and when one
came out with a shiny object in it, he reacted. The man's gasp of
pain preceded the clatter of the knife falling to the floor by a
brief moment. The quickly snatched back wrist was either sprained or
broken. Blake's move had been rushed so he hadn't had the control he
normally would've and couldn't be sure if he'd broken it or not. The
quick reaction drew as little notice as the earlier slap had from the
other people in the food court.
“Fine, you be worrying about this slut? She's yours, you
deal with her. You hear that slut? You belong to him now, get the
fuck out of my life.”
The man got up from the table and as he began to leave he tossed
back over his shoulder:
“She's broken in all sorts of different ways. Have fun
asshole!”
----
Chapter
2 – The Introduction
Blake switched tables:
“Hello miss, I'm Blake. Are you okay?”
“Yes sir, I'm fine.”
“Sir? I can't be more than three or four years older than
you. Please, call me Blake.”
Blake was twenty-six and the brunette appeared to be in her low
twenties.
“Yes sir, I mean Blake, sorry.”
“So what was that all about?”
“Well, I told Raymond that I hadn't eaten since yesterday
morning and that I was hungry. I asked if I could have something to
eat. He told me that he was broke and blamed it on me. He got upset
because he owes a lot of money to someone by tonight and if he
doesn't get it to them he's liable to end up dead. He'd finally given
up on trying to sell me to some people he knew, they wouldn't believe
him that I was for sale and would stay sold. So he was angry with me
because I didn't make him the money he needed. Then I asked him for
something to eat and he lost his temper with me.”
Blake shook his head for a moment. Her recitation had sounded
matter of fact but the inclusion of things like 'given up on trying
to sell me' and 'would stay sold' had his head spinning. He knew that
he could take care of one problem though.
“What would you like to eat miss and what should I call
you?”
“Whatever you're willing to get for me, and you can call me
anything you want, I'm yours.”
“Wait, you're mine? What do you mean you're mine? What's
your real name?”
“You heard Raymond, 'You belong to him
1 – The Rescue
Blake was sitting in the food court at the mall when he overheard
the one-sided, heated, conversation at the table next to him.
“You're not getting anything from me bitch! Free pussy, my
ass. You've cost me more than most of the girlfriends I've had,
needing me to give you everything. I can't even sell you to make up
the rest of my debt. Now they're gonna knee-cap my ass.”
A resounding smack followed the vehement statement and Blake spun
to see the man at the next table lowering his hand. A red hand-print
was blooming on the face of the brunette sitting at the table with
him. As Blake looked, she removed her gaze from the man's face and
cast it downward towards the floor.
No-one else in the food court appeared to notice, or maybe they
just didn't care, that the man had struck her. As Blake watched, the
man raised his hand in a closed fist to just below the level of the
table and appeared to get ready to strike the girl again, this time
in her stomach.
Blake reached over, stretching slightly to reach the man's elbow.
As he grasped the joint, he squeezed it firmly enough to hurt:
“I don't think you want to be doing that. Someone might
think you enjoyed violence and decide to perpetrate some of it on you
yourself.”
“What the fuck do you think you're doing asshole?”
“Trying to stop you from making a mistake. You don't hit a
woman.”
“That's no woman, she's just a cheap slut. Can't even sell
the bitch to pay off my bookie. All she does is eat and sleep, don't
do a damn thing to pay for her keep. I might as well get some
frustrations out on her this way.”
Blake's training as a bouncer came in handy at this point. He had
kept sight of the man's hands in his peripheral vision and when one
came out with a shiny object in it, he reacted. The man's gasp of
pain preceded the clatter of the knife falling to the floor by a
brief moment. The quickly snatched back wrist was either sprained or
broken. Blake's move had been rushed so he hadn't had the control he
normally would've and couldn't be sure if he'd broken it or not. The
quick reaction drew as little notice as the earlier slap had from the
other people in the food court.
“Fine, you be worrying about this slut? She's yours, you
deal with her. You hear that slut? You belong to him now, get the
fuck out of my life.”
The man got up from the table and as he began to leave he tossed
back over his shoulder:
“She's broken in all sorts of different ways. Have fun
asshole!”
----
Chapter
2 – The Introduction
Blake switched tables:
“Hello miss, I'm Blake. Are you okay?”
“Yes sir, I'm fine.”
“Sir? I can't be more than three or four years older than
you. Please, call me Blake.”
Blake was twenty-six and the brunette appeared to be in her low
twenties.
“Yes sir, I mean Blake, sorry.”
“So what was that all about?”
“Well, I told Raymond that I hadn't eaten since yesterday
morning and that I was hungry. I asked if I could have something to
eat. He told me that he was broke and blamed it on me. He got upset
because he owes a lot of money to someone by tonight and if he
doesn't get it to them he's liable to end up dead. He'd finally given
up on trying to sell me to some people he knew, they wouldn't believe
him that I was for sale and would stay sold. So he was angry with me
because I didn't make him the money he needed. Then I asked him for
something to eat and he lost his temper with me.”
Blake shook his head for a moment. Her recitation had sounded
matter of fact but the inclusion of things like 'given up on trying
to sell me' and 'would stay sold' had his head spinning. He knew that
he could take care of one problem though.
“What would you like to eat miss and what should I call
you?”
“Whatever you're willing to get for me, and you can call me
anything you want, I'm yours.”
“Wait, you're mine? What do you mean you're mine? What's
your real name?”
“You heard Raymond, 'You belong to him
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