LOGINJadaIt'd been days since I'd last spoken to him. Days since I looked at myself right, since I'd valued myself. I looked down at my pajamas, legs strewn with sheets, disappointment washing over me. Tears crawled upwards again, threatening to spill over if I didn't get a hold of myself. I breathed. It was not what I'd envisaged when I'd thought of a second night. Absolutely not. It was not what I had in mind when I'd daydreamed on the car ride home. I'd imagined slow, soft touches, smiling softly as he treated me as fragile as he could. He hadn't been even the tiniest bit nice, hadn't even bothered with me. I was still healing from the damage, my abdomen hurting whenever I tried to stand. My heart sank with disappointment, eyes dancing opposite me. He lay there, eyes closed and body facing me in a sideways position. He layed spaces away from me, sleeping. Simply, ordinarily so. I breathed again. He felt remorse. I knew it. I just didn't know where exactly to even begin from. After
Rowan I came, staying inside of her as I poured. I stayed inside her a little longer, utterly comfortable inside of her. I came off eventually, her body unresponsive, the room eerily quiet. I checked her pulse, mildly afraid. Though light, it was present. I heaved a sigh of relief, laying beside her still tied body, hand on her boob. Her pleas played fresh in my mind, feeling myself going hard again at the thought. I ran my hand down her chest, playing around with her breasts. No response. I'd fucked her unconscious. I smiled. This was just the beginning. I rose up, nice and early, throwing on clothes and turning the lights on. I climbed the bed, checking her pulse again to make sure she wasn't dead. I untied her, unravelling the rope from under her, and pulling her legs closed. I returned the rope to its proper place, needing water. I left her there, untied and legs closed, not even bothering with a duvet. I saw no reason to, Patrick fresh in my mind as I walked off. I gr
Rowan I came, staying inside of her as I poured. I stayed inside her a little longer, utterly comfortable inside of her. I came off eventually, her body unresponsive, the room eerily quiet. I checked her pulse, mildly afraid. Though light, it was present. I heaved a sigh of relief, laying beside her still tied body, hand on her boob. Her pleas played fresh in my mind, feeling myself going hard again at the thought. I ran my hand down her chest, playing around with her breasts. No response. I'd fucked her unconscious. I smiled. This was just the beginning. I rose up, nice and early, throwing on clothes and turning the lights on. I climbed the bed, checking her pulse again to make sure she wasn't dead. I untied her, unravelling the rope from under her, and pulling her legs closed. I returned the rope to its proper place, needing water. I left her there, untied and legs closed, not even bothering with a duvet. I saw no reason to, Patrick fresh in my mind as I walked off. I gr
JadaI don't know what I expected, but this was definitely not it. He sat still, looking out the window as soon as we entered the car. The car sped off as he leaned further to his door, completely ignoring me. Tension thick in the atmosphere, I breathed, long and deep. My mind drifted back to the kiss, slow, soft and passionate at the same time. How it was just us, together, needing nothing but the other. I smiled as my body ached, yearning to experience him again. I reached out, placing my hand on his thigh, stroking lightly. Needing some sort of reciprocation, I sent my smile his way, beaming at him in the back seat. He smacked my hand, looking out the window as soon as he did. “Conduct yourself, Jada.” He scolded me, not even bothering to look at me. I stopped, confused yet disappointed. I ignored him, facing my side of the car and staying silent. He was probably just annoyed from events in the wedding. It wasn't very hard to get on his bad side. My mind wandered back to the w
JadaI'd never hated Rowan more than these past three days.He'd gone on with the preparations, not a care in the world for how I felt, or was. I'd gone dress picking, wine tasting, and food sampling all within the following day. If anything, I felt worse than I did before the incident. My body hurt deeply as I opened my eyes, the wedding finally upon us. I rose from the bed, dread filling my stomach. At least there was something in there. I still hadn't eaten since I'd returned. I was on a fast to keep my fat as minimal as possible, since I could not be caged again after the incident. All I'd taken were salads and lots of water to keep me full. I'd gone to bathroom at least 50 times since yesterday. I sat in the tub, gathering my willpower as I soaked. I would push past this. Anything to get as far away from that house as I possibly could. I had to do this, it was more than a necessity. My mind wandered, his scent drifting into my thoughts. I rolled my eyes, taking to scrubbing my
RowanI watched as people crowded, frustration wrapping me like a blanket. I facepalmed, utterly and truly annoyed. Her theatrics were beginning to get out of hand. People surrounded her sparsely, other guests on their seats, sipping away at their wine. Glances shot to me, people expecting some sort of reaction. I rolled my eyes. I walked towards the crowd, pushing them apart with my hands. I reached for her, her skin a very harsh temperature. On my knees, I pulled her in, feigning worry. She burned hot against my skin, passed out in my arms. I signalled three men, leading them as I carried her, racing for the car in mock panic. I rolled my eyes as she twitched, almost throwing her in the car's back seat and sitting beside her. The car sped off, the guests littering the outside, worry obvious on most of their faces.“You can get up now.” I announced, massaging my temples. She moaned, moving a little, but staying the same. Her skin still burned against the fabric of my suit, heat ra
JadaI ran my hands down the shimmery silk hugging my skin, regret clawing at my insides. I didn't want to do this. I just couldn't. I could feel the bad ending already. I stepped out of the dresser, reminding myself why I was doing this. I heaved a breath, my chest fighting for air. It was a very
RowanI looked around at the crew, everyone staring at the entrance in shock. People exchange looks at themselves, then at me. I turned to the entrance myself, patience growing thin. “Go and get her. Immediately.” I said simply, the man at the door speaking into his mic and starting a search. The
JadaI was thrown off guard by how big the place was. A young man walked up to us, myself and the little lady who had brought me from the car, beckoning on me to follow him whilst the lady returned to her duties. We walked upstairs, stopping in front of a door. “Here is your bedroom, madam. Everyt
Jada I could only stare at Father. Ivy looked at me, too stunned to speak. “What do you mean, Father? Why? I thought this was just for the test?” I dropped my fork, Ivy nearly boiling over. “You've gotta be fucking kidding me.” Ivy grabbed me by the shirt, my hand picking the fork up gingerly







