Free True Control by Willow Madison

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    Fuck. I have no idea how long I’ll have to last…Nightmares usually end when your eyes open. This one just keeps going.

Chapter 18 HER
    I slept. I lost track of time. Bitch didn’t. She gets up and leaves the back room. To wait for him. I can see the light is gone from the window.
    I shudder. No, please…a little longer.
    His boots come into view and I hear the metal scraping as he opens the door. I yell as he drags me out by my hair and arm.
    All wind is knocked out of me when his boot meets with my stomach. A fiery pain, a thudding pain, a new pain. I can’t breathe. My eyes try to gulp in air, my left still barely able to open. My mouth a fish seeking bubbles. My body wants to stretch, to get the most air, but my brain takes over, I ball up.
    He picks me up before I can stop gasping and carries me to his bedroom, tossing me on bed. I almost bounce off but he’s on me too quickly.
    His dick shoves into me from the side. He uses my whole body to push and pull me onto himself. His grunts have the stale smell of liquor. I can feel my lips tearing again. I shudder at the wetness. My body has taken over, providing what my brain refuses. I’ve been wet for him when he rapes me. A small relief against the pain. Or is it the pain that gives me relief? I run from this thought.
    I can feel him. I’ve tried to back away. To shrink from all knowledge of what he’s doing. To hide in oblivion of denial. But there’s no denying the feel. The pain. The push. The pull.
    I laugh, hiding this in a cry out. He doesn’t go as deep as Max. He’s not as big. In a crazy moment, I have to bite my tongue to stop from yelling this at him. Don’t be stupid, baby. Hang on .
    But I pray for a time when I can shout this at him. When I can tell him that I laughed while he fucked me.
    I break down in tears, because he doesn’t stop. He just keeps pushing and pulling, fucking me harder and grunting.
    He staggers back when he’s done. I take one big gulp of air, but this is turned to screams when he brings his fists down on me, my head, arms, back, legs, side. He tries to turn me over, but I hold onto the mattress through the cover, my fingers claws. He’s too drunk, stumbling with his punches. I protect my stomach, my face.
    Finally he stops, panting. I can hear his belt jingle as he steps out of his pants.
    I shake and cry, sobbing into the mattress. Everywhere hurts. But I put my bound hands to my stomach. Please, no. Please.
    “Get up.” He pushes my hips on the bed.
    I obey. For fear of more fists. I move quickly. I don’t know how. But I stand next to him. He grabs the rope holding my wrists and leads me into the bathroom. He turns the hot water on and shoves me towards the shower. With my hands bound, I turn the knob to cooler before stepping in. He doesn’t notice. He’s drunk.
    “You stink, bitch.” You stink, asshole! But I’m grateful for the warm water. I put my hands forward, the ropes wet and sores hurting. He laughs. “No. You’ll stay tied tonight, cunt!” He watches as I quickly wash. I’m stiff and can’t move easily, but I’m thankful to remove any trace of him or his dog. I’m yanked out before I can rinse all the soap off.
    He dries me roughly. I try not to look when his hand and towel goes between my legs. There’s blood. Naked and still dripping from my hair, he leads me towards the kitchen. “Make me something to eat, bitch.” He slurs.
    Does he come home drunk every night? He’s been drinking every night so far…Can I use this?
    But he opens the door and the damn dog is at my heels again.
    How am I supposed to get out of here, Max?!

Chapter 19 HIM
    “Did he have any ideas where she’d go?” I hear Liz’s voice bouncing high in my living room. She sounds a little angry and a whole lot hysterical. I walk in, closing the door quietly behind me, wiping sweat from my eyes.
    I hear Killaney’s voice answer her in his calming tone, “No, Ma’am.”
    The run did what I needed it to. I’m