Page 29 of Saved By My Buyers

Jack:

Hey, slow poke, I’m on my way. See you soon, birthday girl.

Grinning, I take a cleansing breath as I leave the room. My energy is good, and I refuse to let anything fuck with my day. Jack can’t ask probing questions about how life in this house is with Gareth if he doesn’t think anything is wrong.

Yet, there are things that are really fucked about my life that I’m keeping from him. I’m no longer binding my breasts anymore, because they’re getting too big for it. Bronwyn also figured out during one of our makeout sessions, and that led to a lie that I wasn’t really comfortable with all the changes happening with my body.

Bee smirked at me at the time and showed me how much she loves my body, so I no longer bind them. Unfortunately, I’m now approaching a D-cup which is only slightly smaller than Bee’s breasts.

I know I wished for bigger boobs, but seriously, world?

Jogging down the steps, I force my mind away from the way Gareth’s eyes stare at me whenever no one else is watching. It feels like a dark film is covering my body every time it happens.

I’ve started taking scalding hot showers in an effort to wash out the phantom filth. Now that Bee’s gone, he’s enforcing ‘family’ dinners with Mom and I. Whenever he thinks I’m not giving him enough attention, he lifts the sharpest knife at his plate (there’s always several) and pretends to plunge it into my mother’s back.

The shock value of it always works. Bee’s supposed to be home tomorrow, and it’s been a long fucking two weeks.

“If it isn’t the birthday girl,” Gareth booms out from the bottom of the stairs as I take my last step. I’ve been so in my head, I didn’t even notice. I need to stop doing that, but my brain has been on overdrive lately.

He enjoys scaring me, taunting me, and has the necklace he stole from me, hanging from his home office computer. He called me in once just to show me, reminding me I can’t have anything that’s just for me that he won’t eventually take. Ever.

“You look bright and happy. Where are you going, dressed like that?”

Mom is working today despite it being their anniversary, and I’m surprised Gareth isn’t at the hospital as well on a Wednesday. Jack makes his own schedule when he’s home in Detroit, which means he put a big X mark on his calendar, telling his secretary he was off on my birthday. He’s the only one who generally cares about it.

“I’m going out for the day with Jack, and then we’re going to a concert,” I say, careful not to get too close to him. He has a tendency of hurting me in places lately where no one else will see, since Bee has been gone.

Since she’s going to be back soon, my only hope is that he’ll chill the hell out.

“That’s nice,” he says, reaching out to tug on the strap of my overalls. “I don’t know how appropriate this is, with the way your body has changed, around a man of that age.”

My eyes widen at what he continually implies.

“Jack would never inappropriately touch or think about me,” I hiss, slapping his hand so he’ll let go. “Unlike you, who is a fucking pervert hurting your stepdaughter!”

“Watch your tongue or I’ll cut it out,” he growls, making me gasp and start walking away quickly. “You sound so brave now, Dahlia, we’ll see how you’ll fare when you get back. I have something special planned tonight.”

My breaths pant with fear as I think about how for the last year, he’s used his fingers on me, strangled me until I passed out, and masturbated while using my breasts for friction. Gareth also wanted to punish me for falling asleep in Bee’s bed once, and not allowing him ‘access’ to me, so he used a glass bottle to insert into my ass, to train me to be better mannered and more reasonable to his needs.

I had bowel issues for days afterwards. While all awful, I know there’s even more evil inside of him, even more depraved things that he could do.

Just get away for now. Hold onto the good things.

Lifting my head up high, I force myself to walk away from him. Hearing Gareth’s heavy steps behind me, I barely stifle a scream as I duck and run. The air displaces where my head was, and the asshole rips a curl from my scalp.

That’s honestly the least painful thing that’s been happening to me though.

A knock at the door has me rushing to answer it, throwing it open with wild eyes to find Jack outside waiting for me.

“Dolly, what?” he asks as he moves around me to find Gareth’s red and angry face. “The fuck are you doing to her, you sick fuck?”

The roar settles me as much as it shakes me.

“I’m fine,” I gasp. “Get me out of here. Now.”

Jack places his hand on the small of my back, the way he has a million other times, escorting me the hell out of the house.

“She’s sixteen, dicksicle,” he growls. “Go wave your cock at anyone other than Dolly.”

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