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I giggled. “Oh, he didn’t like Big Dick Chronicles?”
Dallas giggled too. “He thought it was a fluke, but then he got Big Boobs of Boston and Garage Grannies.”
My personality was sweet and shy, but also bratty. Onyx and Pike just didn’t get to see that side of me because of my anxiety around men. Vibrations from my pocket made stomach drop. Without even looking, I knew the alert was from him. Once Dallas was distracted talking to our friend, Reagan, I unlocked the device. A text lit up my screen. I opened it with shaking hands and a photo filled my screen. It was a photo of me getting coffee this morning. The words attached to the message read: You’ll always be mine, Jezebel.
Swallowing down my terror, I tried to take a deep breath. It was so hard to keep the panic at bay, though. It was getting worse. He was getting more confident.
“Emily, do you want to draw with us? Daddy got us some glitter chalk,” Dallas shouted from across the yard where she was pulling out a big tub of chalk.
I locked my phone and slid it back into my pocket.
“Chalk would be fun,” I yelled back. My heart hammered in my chest. What was I going to do if he actually tried to take me back?
***
“No, please,” I begged. “I can’t go back!”
“I can’t go back,” he mocked. “You never should have left to begin with. You’ always were a willful child. Your father should have strapped you harder, but your mothers always begged him not to be so hard on you. He should have beat them too.”
“Sir, please,” I begged. Begging made me sick. I had done enough of that to last a lifetime, but I was desperate. I couldn’t go back.
He tapped me with the punishment rod. “Walk,” he barked.
“No! I won’t go back.”
The rod fell across my upper back three times. Three times representing the holy number of the Trinity—Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
I cried out in pain.
“Do you know what happens to women who run? Hmmmm? Maybe you should ask your sister.”
I didn’t need to ask my sister. I’d been the one to clean her wounds when she was brought back to the compound after days of punishment.
“Walk,” he barked again.
I woke up to someone stroking my hair. “Hey, darlin’, I need you to wake up for me. You’re having a bad dream,” a deep voice said.
I shot up in the sleeping bag and tried to get away from the hands. Kicking and screaming, I fought with everything I had.
“Shhh, you’re going to hurt yourself, sweetheart. It’s okay, you’re okay.” The hands that had been stroking my hair wrapped around me and pressed me to a hard body. “Just take a deep breath for me, princess.” They rocked me back and forth.
Onyx?
Onyx.
It wasn’t him. I wasn’t going back to the compound. Filled with desperate relief, I grabbed onto Onyx’s sweatshirt and sobbed into his chest.
I had woken the other Littles, and they were all sitting up, staring at me, their eyes wide as I continued to sob. I was too scared to care, though.
Onyx’s large hands rubbed my back as he continued to rocked me back and forth. “It’s okay, Little one. It was just a bad dream. You’re safe now.”
His words were genuine, but I knew they weren’t true. I would never be safe.
Chapter One
Onyx
I stood on the balcony outside my office watching the bar area below. My favorite blonde-haired princess was sitting at the counter with Dallas—something she did every Friday night. She was more reserved tonight, though. She was always a little jumpy and shy, but tonight she seemed almost haunted. Every few seconds, she would reach down and pull at her sleeves. Her actions made me feel like she was trying to make herself as small as possible. I’d started to wonder if her nightmare was more than a bad dream.
