Prologue

                                                 *****WARNING*******

This book may cause triggers and contain mature domestic violence themes, flashbacks of sexual, physical and emotional abuse, and medical trauma. This story may not be for you.

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Perseverance is more prevailing than violence; and many things

which cannot be overcome when they are together,

yield themselves up when taken little by little.

                                                                                                            Plutarch

                                                        Part I

Watching the people through the window, I wonder where my girl is at? What is she doing this very moment? Is she thinking about me, as I think about her?

One girl captures my attention as she walks down the street. She looks similar to my sweet Lill, with curly dark locks, and her hips sway in that sexy way, almost hypnotizing me as they swing back and forth, back, and forth, her jeans are stretched tight around her ass. I sit back and lick my lips imagining my sweet girl, but my memories never really do her justice, not when I know what it’s like to have the real thing, her tight cunt and sweet ass. She is my Queen, and I will have her again; I will shove my cock in her pretty mouth, and then I’ll.

“Sorry, Mr Bertrand, if we settle you are looking at five years or we will go to trial and then you will be looking at fifteen to twenty.” My lawyer disrupts my fantasy into smithereens.

I lick my lips and glare at him, “What?”

“It’s five years if we settle. Fifteen to twenty if we go to court.”

“Fucking cretins”, I rub my face, I should have shaved and dressed more appropriately, but I can’t function without my sweet, sweet girl. I wish she would visit. Fuck I wish she would write me back. I bet it’s that family of hers keeping her from me. Never mind, I’ll write her another letter.

“Make the deal”, I’ll get out, and when I do, my sweet fantasy will come to fruition.

My dreams always come true.

Part II

I knew. I always knew he would find me, and yet I’m still surprised.

Haven’t I dreamt about this a thousand times before?

I can hear him breathing near me; I can smell the gasoline and his god-awful cheap cologne that he loves because he thinks it makes him smell like sex, but it makes me want to gag.

Strangely I’m not terrified like I am in my dreams. I feel surreal, like it’s happening but not really happening, I’m here, but I’m not really here.

He has me in a chair blindfolded with duct tape across my mouth. My wrists are bound together in front of me with tap. I try to move my ankles but find them taped to each chair leg.

I feel his breath on me; he inhales deeply at the nape of my neck. I try not to shiver, but I can’t control the chills that sweep over me and down my spine.

“Oh, you smell better than I remember, Lill; No one smells better than you, My sweet, sweet Lilly.” He says as he inhales me again. I can feel his smile on my neck, sending goosebumps down my arms. His nose moves over my cheek, my breathing spikes. Slowly he licks the side of my face, and I freeze.

“I still affect you, don’t I darlin’?” he breathes in deep again. He strikes my face quick and sharp with the back of his hand. “Answer me!” he sneers.

I yelp and a whimper escapes me; I can taste blood in my mouth. My breathing is harsher than before.

My anxiety is starting to kick into high gear. Fucking hell, thanks, anxiety, I am well aware that I am in danger, don’t you fucking start! At least I’ll go down with my sense of humour intact. I internally roll my eyes at myself. This is not the place nor the time. Jesus, what the hell is wrong with me?

He removes my blindfold. I cringe away from him. “You still haven’t answered me, my sweet, sweet Lill, but I can tell that you love it.”, his eyes gleam, he chuckles nefariously, “Yeah, bitch you still love it” he takes a couple of steps back, “Now I’ve invited some old friends to our party. We will introduce them to you later.” He smirks.

Fuck! Who did he take? What has he done to them? Looking around the musty room, I take in my surroundings, it seems like I’m in an old warehouse. How the fuck am I going to get out of here?

He jerks my chin, squeezing until I make a sound.

“That’s better keep your eyes on me, bitch! Right now, I need to talk to you one on fucking one.”

He deliberately whispers against my lips, “You have been a very naughty girl while I’ve been away; a very naughty girl” he glowers. “Time for some fucking answers bitch!” His eyes glint with anger.

I’m going to die, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it. Not even me,