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for a minute, indulging in a daydream. I picture Lucy here now, her little hand touching my cheek. She would know how to calm me. She would know how to reassure me.
I hope wherever you are, baby, you’re picturing me too. That you’re holding on…staying strong. Picture my arms around you, protecting you.
I can’t let myself think of any alternative…I will find her.
Chapter 17 HER
I hate you, Bitch. I’ve always been a dog person. But from this point forward, I don’t know that I’ll ever look at one the same.
She lies next to me. A large, stinky black rug. But she’s free to move around. I’m locked in her cage. She’s locked out of it.
With my hands tied again, in a ball, I take up the same space she does probably on the dog bed. It smells like piss and hair and everything evil. I turn my face away, but it doesn’t matter. I smell like it I’m sure.
She sniffed at me the first hour, trying to figure out why I’m in here and she isn’t. Her big wet black nose running all along the metal bars.
Ben went to work. He called in sick for two days. He’s sick all right. I don’t know what he does. I don’t care. I just hope that he’s gone for a long time. This is as close to peace as I’ve had in days.
Every inch of me is hurt. He’s gone from almost nice, civilized even, letting me sit at the table, wear a smelly shirt to crazed maniac, hitting with his fists and feet, not caring where his blows land. Always ending the same. I squeeze my legs together. I’m sore and swollen, throbbing. My pussy lips are torn, my thighs bruised, my ass…I can’t think of any of this. I close my eyes again and breathe. Small, shallow breaths to avoid the smell. I’m used to the collar now, I don’t even feel it as I breathe.
Before he left, he carried me in here and laughed when he said that Bitch would keep me company today. He means that even if I somehow got my hands loose, it wouldn’t matter because his dog would treat me like a chew toy if I tried to leave.
He demonstrated this very effectively last night. Slurring and drunk, he sat back on the sofa and made me walk towards the door. Inches from my freedom, hand on the doorknob, Bitch growled a low deep rumbling of hunger right behind me. He told me not to move until the dog was back at his side. You couldn’t have paid me to move! My legs were liquid with fear.
I open my eyes again and watch her. She’s just itching to get her teeth into me, I know it. Her black eyes have stared at me all day. I know what you’re thinking…that I took him from you. Well, you can have him! I say this out loud. I think I’m going crazy. She only tweaks her ears at my voice. She rolls and closes her eyes again.
I’ve heard Max’s voice more today. He keeps pressuring me to figure a way out. Like I’m not trying.
I have several barriers. Dog. Man. Cold. Clothes. Pain. Hunger. Weak…I am weak with everything. How many days has it been?
But you can’t give up, baby.
I’m not. But…I can admit…no I can’t!
I need to just stay calm and wait. I’ll be found. Max will find me. I have to have faith in that.
But what if he doesn’t…
You better get that thought out of your head, little girl.
Max. I pretend the hair stuck to me is yours. The nasty dog smell is yours after a hard run. The pain between my legs, yours. All my pain. Yours.
But I don’t fool myself for long. The metal around my throat. Metal under me poking through the thin bed. I am not home. I am not safe.
And yes. Dammit. I can say it…I blame you, Max…you said you’d keep me safe. There.
Ben… you talked to him, Max. You made me talk to him. I think back…how I flaunted my submissiveness on our honeymoon. How proud you were…you liked how other men saw you, saw me. I felt so free. It was the first time I truly embraced what I was. Max’s property.
I didn’t say those words to myself; I didn’t have to. He’d said them. He’s said them plenty since then. But that was the
I hope wherever you are, baby, you’re picturing me too. That you’re holding on…staying strong. Picture my arms around you, protecting you.
I can’t let myself think of any alternative…I will find her.
Chapter 17 HER
I hate you, Bitch. I’ve always been a dog person. But from this point forward, I don’t know that I’ll ever look at one the same.
She lies next to me. A large, stinky black rug. But she’s free to move around. I’m locked in her cage. She’s locked out of it.
With my hands tied again, in a ball, I take up the same space she does probably on the dog bed. It smells like piss and hair and everything evil. I turn my face away, but it doesn’t matter. I smell like it I’m sure.
She sniffed at me the first hour, trying to figure out why I’m in here and she isn’t. Her big wet black nose running all along the metal bars.
Ben went to work. He called in sick for two days. He’s sick all right. I don’t know what he does. I don’t care. I just hope that he’s gone for a long time. This is as close to peace as I’ve had in days.
Every inch of me is hurt. He’s gone from almost nice, civilized even, letting me sit at the table, wear a smelly shirt to crazed maniac, hitting with his fists and feet, not caring where his blows land. Always ending the same. I squeeze my legs together. I’m sore and swollen, throbbing. My pussy lips are torn, my thighs bruised, my ass…I can’t think of any of this. I close my eyes again and breathe. Small, shallow breaths to avoid the smell. I’m used to the collar now, I don’t even feel it as I breathe.
Before he left, he carried me in here and laughed when he said that Bitch would keep me company today. He means that even if I somehow got my hands loose, it wouldn’t matter because his dog would treat me like a chew toy if I tried to leave.
He demonstrated this very effectively last night. Slurring and drunk, he sat back on the sofa and made me walk towards the door. Inches from my freedom, hand on the doorknob, Bitch growled a low deep rumbling of hunger right behind me. He told me not to move until the dog was back at his side. You couldn’t have paid me to move! My legs were liquid with fear.
I open my eyes again and watch her. She’s just itching to get her teeth into me, I know it. Her black eyes have stared at me all day. I know what you’re thinking…that I took him from you. Well, you can have him! I say this out loud. I think I’m going crazy. She only tweaks her ears at my voice. She rolls and closes her eyes again.
I’ve heard Max’s voice more today. He keeps pressuring me to figure a way out. Like I’m not trying.
I have several barriers. Dog. Man. Cold. Clothes. Pain. Hunger. Weak…I am weak with everything. How many days has it been?
But you can’t give up, baby.
I’m not. But…I can admit…no I can’t!
I need to just stay calm and wait. I’ll be found. Max will find me. I have to have faith in that.
But what if he doesn’t…
You better get that thought out of your head, little girl.
Max. I pretend the hair stuck to me is yours. The nasty dog smell is yours after a hard run. The pain between my legs, yours. All my pain. Yours.
But I don’t fool myself for long. The metal around my throat. Metal under me poking through the thin bed. I am not home. I am not safe.
And yes. Dammit. I can say it…I blame you, Max…you said you’d keep me safe. There.
Ben… you talked to him, Max. You made me talk to him. I think back…how I flaunted my submissiveness on our honeymoon. How proud you were…you liked how other men saw you, saw me. I felt so free. It was the first time I truly embraced what I was. Max’s property.
I didn’t say those words to myself; I didn’t have to. He’d said them. He’s said them plenty since then. But that was the
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