Page 31 of Everlasting

“No.”

“But it will help, you will be pain free so fast…”

“I’d be pain free quicker if you’d just shut up and leave so I could turn the blazing ass lights off and get rid of this headache naturally.”

“Fine!” she huffed at me. “I’ll be back later though, to check on you, and if you still have a headache, we’re taking care of it my way.”

“Great,” I muttered as she got up and left. The fucking bitch made sure to slam the door on her way out too. “Fuck!” I groaned the word out. I couldn’t take this shit much longer. I needed to be gone from here and soon. There was no way I could deal with going back to being a junkie. I still had horrid flashbacks about the detox I went through before and something told me a man like Durbin, whoever in the hell he was, would not be brought in a second time to save my ass from hell.

I had been moved to a large estate near a lake. Actually, I was beginning to think it was on an island in the middle of a lake or something because all I could see from the window were trees and water. The third floor, where I was housed, was the only one I was allowed to traverse. There were security doors requiring a code to get in and out on every access point to the lower levels. This level was literally built to be someone’s prison. I often wondered what would happen in case of a fire. I imagined they didn’t really care about me in that scenario. Being expendable left a bad taste in my mouth, but at least this was better than the nightmares I still had of when Sasha kept me tied to a fucking bed and drugged up. Yeah, it became obvious as my memories started becoming a little clearer that the nightmares were just as real as the dreams of my family. I didn’t want to reconcile the two as belonging to the same person, the same life, but that was my reality. At some point along the way, I had been taken from a life where I was happy and thrown into a miserable existence. Wondering what happened to that family left me feeling worse than I did during detox though.

I wasn’t stupid. The change in seasons again signified I’d been gone from them a long time. Would I go home to find they had mourned me and moved on already? The thought that they all considered me dead at this point was something that continuously filtered through my thoughts. There might not be anyone coming to save me from my prison.

After exhausting myself, and developing a worse headache, I fell into the bed and drifted into a fitful sleep that was only disturbed by a moment of pure bliss as warmth shot through my veins and life as I knew it, again, took a turn for the worse. Sasha was back, and she had the drugs with her that she knew could help control me. It was too late, after all.

“Wake up, lover,” a woman’s voice cooed in my ear. Her voice hadn’t been what woke me though, it was the chill on my body. I had gone to sleep with sweats on, but as I turned and stretched, it was evident that the sheets were scraping against my naked flesh. That startled me awake, and once I opened my eyes, I wished I hadn’t.

She was there, just as naked as I was and my hands were on her belly and one of her tits. Sasha had a blissful look on her face while I felt as though I might be sick. No! No! No! The one word was a mantra in my head. This could not be happening again. I jerked back and scrambled out of the bed so fast that I forgot the fact that I was naked and now my body was available for her scrutiny.

“I have to admit, I do like seeing you look healthier like this. Don’t worry, I talked to a doctor and we came up with a cocktail that wouldn’t make you lose so much weight like last time, but it will keep you at the ready,” she grinned evilly as her eyes travelled down to my cock, one that was indeed at the ready. I’d like to blame it on the fact that I must have been dreaming and had my hand on a woman’s breast before I was fully conscious, but even in my panicked state my hard-on wasn’t subsiding.

“You fucking drugged me?” I growled out to her.

Sasha did that thing where she poked her lip out in a pout again. “Aww, come on lover, you know you used to love it before.”

“No, you fucking kept me chained to a bed and turned me into a starving, wasteland of a junkie before.”

She couldn’t hide the anger that swept across her features. “I told you, I checked in with a doctor and fixed it so that wouldn’t happen again.”

“Why the hell can’t you just leave me alone?”

“Because you’re mine!” She shouted as she stood, also fully nude, and planted a hand on her hip as if she had the right to be upset. “You have been mine since the first time we were together,” she told me.

“Yeah, Sasha? Well, you haven’t been mine since I found my best fucking friend balls-deep inside your used up cunt! So you can just fuck right off. What the fuck happened to you that you’re this mixed up in the head? I don’t want you. Never loved you! And this shit you’re pulling, the things you’ve done, they make me sick. I get physically sick when I see you.”

She pointed at my still-hard dick. “You don’t seem so sick right now.”

“You had to fucking drug me to get that response! How many times did I get it up for you before you started that? Hmmm? How many times did you try and fail to turn me on before you resorted to drugs? I don’t honestly remember, because I don’t have all those memories back. Guess what? I don’t fucking want them back either. If I was forced to be with you, and that’s called rape by the way, then I don’t want to remember.”

“You don’t mean that! Take it back!” Her voice was shrill as she shouted at me just before she picked up the closest thing to her, a lamp on the bedside table. Only, she couldn’t actually pick it up because the fucker was bolted down. When her rage wasn’t quelled by being able to throw something at me, she attempted to launch herself at me. Immediately, I put myself into a fighting stance and it brought her up cold. “You would hit me while I’m carrying your child?” She rubbed her distended belly and tried for a sweet, shy smile. It really did turn my stomach.

“You come for me, I will fucking end you. I am not going to end up like before.”

“You’ll end me?” She asked in complete disbelief. “You would end the mother of your child? What about the baby? What about your son?”

I pointed at her belly. “That is not my baby. If for some reason, you managed to get me to completion in the state I was in before, and you raped me to end up in that condition, I would hope the baby died at birth to spare it from having to share a single moment with you as its mother.”

She screamed bloody murder then, and it wasn’t long before a couple of guards barreled through the door. “He was trying to rape me!” She yelled the moment she noticed she’d drawn other people’s attention. I was in the corner of the room, huddled in on myself and she was standing by the bed looking unbothered by the fact that they were both seeing her completely nude body. One of the guards sent a look my way that signaled he understood exactly what was going on. While I was happy that they didn’t believe her, the pity in the man’s eyes was too much to bear so I looked away as one of the men escorted her from my room while the other collected her things.

“Can you keep her away?” I asked before he was out the door.

“I wish we could,” he answered before leaving me to wonder just how far she had managed to get with my body before I crawled out from under the stupor her drugs had dragged me into. I knew it was more than just something to get my dick going to because that old itch had already settled in and I didn’t have a way to scratch it.

Chapter 23

No More Holidays

Ever

---