A loud beeping noise startles me, and Haydes curses. He steps away from me as he rushes over to the stove.
“I swear, if you move, I’ll throw this hot water on you,” he threatens. His threat reminds me of Kronos. I shake with an all-consuming fear. I sniffle, but for once, I have nothing smart to say. I stand there, arms wrapped in plastic and two zucchinis inside of me. I want to run away, but the idea of scalding hot water on my flesh keeps my feet firmly planted on the ground.
My body hurts, and my arms are numb. It’s my mind that’s going nuts. This man, one I’ve loved for over a decade, is acting crazy. I’m scared that he is going to do worse than he's already done. He tosses the over cooked noodles into the sink and looks at me. He shakes his head as my tears run down my face. My bottom lip quivers as he takes my right arm in a firm grip.
“I think you need some time to adjust to our new roles. Time I’m willing to give, but Charlotte, get one thing straight.You are mine.Always have been and always will be.”
He moves me along and I stop. I can’t. I shake my head in pain. “Please stop. Please.” The pain is agonizing as he makes me continue to walk. Each time I move, the zucchini move inside of me. Rubbing me. Stretching me. I don’t like the way it makes me feel.
Haydes says nothing as he pushes me onto the bed, and I bounce on my side. Without my hands to help straighten me, I am stuck where he left me. I move—just to see if I can. If I move to the left, the zucchini in my butt pushes in deeper.
Quickly, I straighten myself back on my back. I can feel the zucchinis in me, but it’s not as painful as when I move to the side. I try moving my right leg just a little, and the zucchini in my pussy moves; I whimper.No more moving.
“Haydes…” I flinch as he takes off his pants. “Please. Let’s start over. We don’t have to cross this line. Please.” I’m terrified of what he is about to do. He cannot do this. It will shatter everything I know.
He crawls onto the bed, and I sob. “Please. I need my big cuddly bear. I’m your little bird. You’re my cuddly bear. Remember? Please don’t do this. Please.”
I choke on my words as he removes the zucchini from my pussy.
He pauses for a moment, and we stare into each other’s eyes. I can’t see him because of tears blurring my vision, but I know this isn’t the Haydes I know. He’s rabid looking. Hungry for something he shouldn’t want.
“No.” That’s all he says as he shoves the zucchini into my mouth. I taste myself on it and I blush. I hate being wet for him. That he thinks it’s okay to do this.
My head shakes in denial as he grabs my legs, forcing me to stay still on my back. The zucchini in my ass moves in deeper as he spreads my legs apart. I tremble. With one hard push, he enters me, and my mind shuts down. No. No, this cannot be happening. I close my eyes, hoping that I pass out.
“So, fucking good. I’m going to fill this little cunt until it’s so full. Mm. The idea of you being pregnant with my child. Fuck.”
As he grunts in my ear, I bawl around the zucchini and, even though I hate myself, my pussy quivers around his cock. He moves inside of my body with no mercy. He lets go of my legs only to grab my neck and my right boob. With each thrust, he pushes me up the bed, moving the zucchini deeper into me. My back scrapes along the mattress, causing me more pain.
“That’s right, little bird, take my cock.”
Every time he talks, it’s an arrow straight into my heart. I thought I hated the Powers Brothers. No, not in the slightest compared to how much I hate Haydes right now.
“Eyes on me as I make you a Mommy.”
Bile at the idea of carrying his child rises, but with the zucchini stuck in my mouth, I must swallow it down. His words are like acid, and even though I’m wet, I’m nowhere close to getting off. At least he won’t get his wish for me to cum.
He grunts and groans with each thrust. I feel his hot sperm inside of me. I’m devastated in many ways. Haydes slumps on top of me, causing my breath to hitch. He removes the zucchini from me, gets up, and walks out the door.
I lay here, cum dripping out of me with a shattered heart and little will to live.
How could he do this?
Sun shinesin on me as I lie in bed, unable to move. My hands are still tied behind my back. I wonder if I did something wrong to deserve such treatment. The bedroom door opens, and I close my eyes. I don’t want to face Haydes. Not now. Not ever.
The bed dips under his weight, and I cringe when he touches me. My back is turned toward him. His hands touch my arms.
“I’m sorry I forgot to undo your arms, little bird.” He cuts away the plastic wrap and the nerves in my arms come alive. I move my arms around to the front of my body.
“Thank you,” I mumble, trying to be polite. I don’t think I could handle him being mean to me again. The idea of him pushing another vegetable in me scares the hell out of me.
He forces me to roll over by turning me. Those hands that used to take care of my cuts and bruises. My lower lip trembles at the feeling of him touching me now, making bile rise in my stomach.
“Little bird.”
I look at him and I choke down a sob.
“Shh. It’s going to get better. Do you want to get up and we can try eating again?”
