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“Of course not, my angel.”
He cautiously takes a step forward and places his tiny hand in mine. I smile and he grins back. “You’re my mommy.”
“I am.”
He climbs on top of the bed and wraps his small arms around me. “Can you always be my mommy?”
The desperation and exasperation from earlier sticks to my throat as I think of what to tell him.
I’m not staying here anymore.
I don’t care if the police lock me up. I just can’t, under any circumstances, remain in a house that gives me the creeps with a man who’s erasing me from existence.
It’s been a week since the attack. A whole seven days since he first fucked me.
He’s done it again and again since. Sometimes twice a day. Sometimes as a form of punishment. Last night, it was because he figured out that I’d spent most of the day taking care of Yan—a fact he doesn’t like.
He was harsh, unyielding, and didn’t pull out of me until my lips bled from how much I bit down on them. I’m glad he cleaned me up and covered my body with a nightgown, because the last thing I want is for Jeremy to see me in that state.
But then again, Adrian provides the best aftercare I’ve ever witnessed. I’ve only ever known selfish men who paid attention to their own pleasure and to hell with mine. Adrian doesn’t only make sure I come first—and multiple times—he also never leaves me dirty and walks away. He always bathes me, dresses me, brushes my hair, tucks me in, and even tells Ogla to bring me meals in bed when he feels I’m too sore to move.
I want to convince myself that I don’t like any of that. That I have no choice but to go with it. But is that the case if my body always comes undone? If I crave him as soon as his hand is on me?
It’s not his touch that I hate. It’s him and the way he’s never called me by my name.
I stopped asking for it, because not only is it useless, but I always get punished for it. Hard, with more pain than pleasure, as if he wants to erase that thought from my brain.
And that’s why I need to escape. My heart bleeds at leaving Jeremy, who’s staring up at me expectantly, his gray eyes huge. Unless…
My heart jolts as a crazy idea forms in my head.
“Mommy?”
“Yes?”
“You didn’t answer me.”
I scoff. He’s definitely taking on his father’s demanding personality.
“I’ll always be your mommy, Jer. Nothing will change that.”
“Can we play together today?”
“Yes, but we have to pay a visit to Yan first.”
“Is he still sick because he saved you, Mommy?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m gonna give him one of my toys then.”
“You’re such a good boy, Jer. Come on. Let’s get ready.”
After we get dressed, I take Jeremy downstairs to have breakfast. Ogla watches me peculiarly but says nothing. I’m packing some toast and jam when she finally speaks, “Where are you taking those, Mrs. Volkov?”
“To Yan and Kolya. They barely have real breakfast nowadays.” While I’ve hardly seen them—or the other guards—eat before, I know Ogla usually takes their meals to some back building where they live and have their food.
“You’re not allowed to visit Yan.”
