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Her mother suffered for her to survive, dying at the hands of her father who brutally murdered her because he could.
Leaving behind the most precious thing of value to her, her last legacy.
Savannah was always precious, she just never knew how much until now.
I vow to protect her, to defend her, and most of all I vow to cherish her.
I’ve been allowedto move more freely through the cabin, and Jacob has been somewhat less scary than usual.
The doors are still locked keeping me from escaping, but I’m not sure I even want to anymore. Something has changed between us.
I’m cleaning to keep myself busy, not that the place is completely trashed or anything. Jacob keeps it tidy. Which doesn’t surprise me with his controlling tendencies.
The corner of a face catches my eye, and I slowly pull it out of the pages of the book it's lodged between.
A smiling family stares back at me, the cold hard truth of what my father took right there. Jacob holds a little girl in his arms, her arms wrapped around his neck tightly, causing an ache to build in the pit of my stomach. A beautiful woman stands beside them, smiling the brightest smile. Her head leans on Jacob’s shoulder while her hand is wrapped around his arm.His wife.
He looks happy in the photo, lively even. Now he seems somber, maybe misunderstood, but God he is brooding and handsome and I hate that I can’t get my heart to get the memo that he doesn’t plan on keeping me. He has plans and an end game that involves my blood spilling. He might say he’s keeping me, but I knew reality would set in and he would see their faces every time he looked at me. I’d be a reminder of what my father took from him. Of what he stole.
Without knowing I was owned by him, bound to him in a way that only made me kneel before him, somehow, I wanted to defy him to see how far he would punish me. It was sick and twisted, but my body craved the touch that only he could provide me. In some way, I felt like this was where I was supposed to be, who I was meant to be with. How fucked up was that? The man couldn’t get enough of my pain, getting off on the way he tortured me or did things to my body that had it screaming for more. But I craved more and needed it. I felt like I needed it to survive as much as I wanted to run. I knew the only way to survive was to become complacent and obey him. He was cold, angry, and hard as stone. I shouldn't need or want him, but I can’t turn off how he makes my body sing when he’s near. How he makes me feel.
Jacob re-enters the room only to stand and stare at me. He can’t hide the intensity behind his scowl if he tries.
The way his rage is tethered on the edge barely holding on, it petrifies me. He is a loose cannon waiting to explode.
“What did I say?” His jaw twitches, and I scramble to the floor and kneel in front of him. I lay my head down slightly, praying he’ll somehow punish me for disobeying him.
“That’s my good girl, kitten.” His voice drops, sending chills down my spine.
I hear his zipper, but I don’t dare take a peek as much as I want to.
I feel his hand on my head, his fingers digging into the skin. He grips the back of my hair, and tugs, pulling me up.
His stone-hard cock stares at me, veiny and purple. Pre-cum drips from the tip and I want to catch it on my tongue.
I feel like I'm drooling. His cock is like a masterpiece. One I know I shouldn't touch but can’t help the way it pulls me in.
He lifts my chin and his thumb brushes over my bottom lip, caressing the plumpness.
“Go on, kitten, taste me. I know you want to.” He smirks down at me, and I swallow as my tongue darts out and tastes the wetness at his tip. He groans and holds my head in place.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
“So eager to please, princess. Are you ready to swallow it?” I feel him push at my lips and I almost whimper at the taste of him.
“Be a good girl and maybe I’ll give you a treat after you have my cock for dinner.”
I nod, my eyes never leaving him as he pushes his cock into my wanting mouth.
I move my tongue around his head, testing to the sweetness of him. If this is the punishment, I think I’ll disobey him more often.
I moan around him as I swallow him. My tongue moves around his thickness and tastes every inch of him, he pushes a little farther and hits the back of my throat. I gag and dribble slightly but recover when he slides out, only to thrust back in just as quickly. His hand grips my head as he pumps in and out, his hips thrust forward as he works his cock in my mouth. His hand forcefully holds the back of my head, and a shiver runs down my body as I watch as he loses control. This is because of me, because of what I do to him.
“Fuck,” he hisses and throws his head back. I feel him swell in my mouth and I keep the rhythm with him as he groans. He slides it out, letting my mouth hang open as I stare down at his cock covered in my salvia.
“If you want to ever eat again, then make sure you take it all, kitten.” He holds my head still as he slides back in. His head hits the back and my throat opens for him.
I feel the wetness drip down my leg as I taste him, I moan as my head bobs with his hips. His grip tightens on my hair, and he pumps faster. I move my tongue back and forth and hollow out my cheeks as he hits the back of my throat one last time and warm spurts slide down, and I swallow every drop. He goes to slide out, but I clean him off first, and he watches as I do. I make sure to get every drop not leaving even the smallest amount behind. He makes me ravenous for him, for the taste of him.
