Page 64 of Raise 'Em Up

“Why are you so obsessed with me? We only fucked like once, and it wasn't even very good,” I mumble and Jacob snorts, then apologizes when Missi glares at him.

I wonder if they are fucking. It wouldn't surprise me.

“Oh, Lenny, sex is just a small part of what we have. You're mine. You've always been mine, and I won't let some trailer tramp or gangbanger take you from me.”

My eyes widen and I'm speechless. “Damn, babe,” Jacob mutters, and I have to agree.

Missi has always been judgemental and cruel, but to call the people I love such derogatory and bigoted things, makes me wish I could kill her even more.

If only there wasn't a cage separating us. Well, she managed to slap me through the small square in the middle… Maybe I could…

“Don't even think about it, Lenny. I have a taser and I will use it on you. Though I don't want to. I love you so much. Why won't you just love me back?” she whines, and I cringe.

“You love her. What's so perfect about Rylee fucking Moore? She's not even pretty. Her ass is flat, and she's poor!”

I tune her out and stare out the windshield, trying to figure out where we are.

“Lennox!” Missi screams and Jacob swerves the van, making me crash into the side.

“Fuck,” I moan, rubbing my side. That's going to leave a bruise.

“Are you listening to me? I was telling you all about the children that we're going to have, and you didn't even comment on the names I chose!”

I look over at Missi and laugh. “You are fucking delusional. I am never, ever going to fuck you again. Let alone have children with you,” I snap and she sighs, waving her hand around.

“Sure, baby, whatever you say.”

When we reach the camp, Jacob parks and then they leave me. The van's engine is off now, and it doesn't take long until it's sweltering inside and exhaustion hits me.

Is this part of ‘fixing me’? Suffocating me in a hot van? My eyes become heavy and I must pass out.

“Damn, he's heavy,” someone mutters close to my ear. I feel weightless, but I'm moving.

“Wasss goin’ on?” I mumble. I’m so sleepy.

“Lenny, baby, wake up. We're home,” Missi coos, and I keep my eyes closed. I do not want to open them.

“Lennox!” she screams, before a burning sensation hits my cheek from her slap.

“Stop hitting me, woman!” I growl, opening my eyes and sitting up.

My arms are tied to a bedpost, with what seems to be silk ties, and Missi is standing beside the bed in lace lingerie.

Looking down, I see that I've been stripped of everything except my boxers.

There are chairs all around us with people sitting, observing.

“Who the hell are you?” I shout. A man in khaki shorts and a shirt with the camp's logo on it moves forward with a wave.

He has floppy hair and I can tell he's not straight by the way he is eating me up with his eyes and licking his lips.

“Hi, Lennox, I'm Counselor Dave. This is what we call Initiation Conversion Therapy. Your lovely fiancée here has volunteered to help us,” he says with a big grin on his face, and I shudder with revulsion.

Rolling my eyes, I begin to laugh. I can't stop. Are they fucking kidding me with this? This guy is in charge here?

“I am going to sue all of you for kidnapping and molestation,” I say with an almost hysterical chuckle.

Missi scrunches her nose, then moves to straddle me, but I bend my knees and end up vagina punching her with them.

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