3. Now

Itake a deep breath in through my nose and fight the nausea churning in my stomach. I can’t believe this is happening… again. Blinking my eyes open, I take in the dark, musty room he brought me to. Maybe a basement? Ugh my head hurts.

“There’s my little kitty cat,” he croons into my ear before kissing my jaw. I clench my jaw and wait for him to take things further. He glides his hands down my bare stomach and grips my center. I bite the gag harder and fight not to whimper. It will only spur him on. He always loved my tears, and at one time, he made me love them too. But things have changed. I no longer enjoy that type of sex.

He ruined it. He ruined me. I’m no longer the girl he used to play with. The one who was just as lust crazy and sadistic as him. The one who wasn’t afraid of her own shadow or constantly looking over her shoulder. That girl is long gone, and I’ve been fighting to get her back.

“I’ve missed you,” he growls before biting my neck hard. My back arches, and no matter how hard I fight it, my body betrays me.

He chuckles when he feels the gush of wetness on his fingers. “You always did love it when I would mark you with my teeth,” he mutters as he nips and sucks my collarbone down to my naked breasts. A tear slips from my eyes, and I curse how weak I am. How weak he’s always made me.

My body starts to shake, and he groans, placing all his weight on top of me. My shoulders hurt from the way he has my wrists cuffed against my spine. He thrusts into me, and I try to think happy thoughts as he desecrates my body.

“You’re mine, Cat. I own you, and this time, you will never leave me.” I stop fighting, the tears fall from my eyes and I let the numbness take over.

I once loved this boy with all my heart and soul. I loved his hands on me and the way he would make my body light up and tremble beneath his. Now all I want to do is scratch his eyes out and break free. But I know it’s hopeless. The only way I’ll ever be free from him again is if one of us ends up leaving in a body bag.