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“Oh, yes, I’m going to thoroughly enjoy your training, Summer.” He drags a fingernail around the raw skin of my mouth.
I whimper from the pain as streams of tears roll unchecked down my cheeks.
“You know, I thought that your rebellious streak would be a hindrance.” He pokes the sharp edge of the nail into the raw skin. I moan from the stabbing burn. “But I do believe I’m going to enjoy every minute of it.” He laughs. It’s diabolical and borders on completely unhinged. “We might just be a match made in heaven after all, Summer. How lucky for us.”
He’s insane. He’s a psychotic who gets off on torture!
I thought I’d left hell behind. I thought things couldn’t have gotten any worse than they’d been for years. In my most desperate moments trapped inside The Club, I’d even thought that maybe, just maybe, once I’d married Steve I might have a life I would not hate.
Those were musings of a child, of a little girl who still believed there might be a happily ever after, that in the end, things always worked out for the best no matter how horrible the road had been to get there. Even after I’d run away I’d always feared they’d find me, I probably always knew they would, their power is too great, their reach too far, I still hoped in the tiniest part of me that it would all eventually be okay.
I realize now without a shadow of a doubt I had never, ever been so wrong.
“I do believe we should start your training now, Summer,” Steve begins to open my pants, the rasp of the zipper screaming at me. “I think it would be best to get you ready to go home,” I start to shake my head side to side.
No, no, no…
He grins at me as he pushes my pants down, his face inching closer to mine. “Yes, yes, I do, you’re mine, Summer. Mine to do what I want, when I want, however I want.”
My head is moving side to side faster.
NO!
All thought and plans to manipulate him have vanished. Survival and protection is my only concern at this moment. What’s staring back at me from Steve’s eyes is not a man engaged to woman, but a monster.
A demon without a soul.
“Don’t worry,” he cocks his head at me. “I’m sure you’ll do just fine; you’ve had the second best teacher. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be the man I am.” He lets out a menacing chuckle. “If he only knew how I’ve mastered the skills.”
I’m trembling so hard my teeth are crashing together.
This can’t be happening! Dear God, don’t let him, please!
With a final shove, my jeans are around my ankles as I lie on the bed.
“Time to get you clean and ready, Summer, then we can begin.”
NOOOOO!
I try to roll away when he pushes himself up, but he grabs me by my hair and yanks me back. I pull my knees up to cover myself, but he’s too fast. He captures one of my knees with one hand and wedges himself between my legs, holding me immobile by my hair.
“What the fuck is this?!” he roars.
The word hunger across my bald mound is staring him in the face, along with take up one inner thigh and possess up the other, branding Rock onto my skin and mocking Steve with his claim.
“You FUCKING SLUT!” he slaps me so hard across the face, the impact makes a cracking sound and I’m sure he broke my jaw, the pain is that excruciating.
He stands up, my hair still clutched in his hand.
“I’m going get that fucking filth off of you, even if I have to cut your goddam skin off to do it,” he growls as he drags me behind him across the floor.
“Please Steve, stop, I’ll get it off, I promise,” I wail quietly through the pain.
He stops and turns around.
“Shut. Up! Do not speak to me unless I ask you a question,” he commands before he kicks me in the ribs.
Stabbing pain and bolts of terror consume me.
“I am going to teach you a lesson, Summer. No one will see it, but every time you move, with each blink of your eye, every single fucking breath you take, you are going to remember it.”
