Page 34 of Saved By My Buyers

Surprisingly, I make it up the stairs and to my room without incident, but I’m still tense. I’m coiled inside for something to happen, and that’s how I remain as I lock my door, change into my pajamas, and brush my teeth.

Doing these routine things should help, yet they don’t. Climbing into bed, I stare at the door with all the lights blazing, trying to stay awake. My eyes feel heavier due to the long day, and I twitch awake over and over again. My body hurts from startling awake, but I’m terrified to fall asleep.

I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a long-sleeved T-shirt for bed. I know it’ll piss Gareth off, but any chance I can have to get away, I’m willing to take. My fingers curl around a makeshift weapon, a nail file that may help me fight him off. I know I’m supposed to accept my fate, just take it to be able to protect Bee and Mom.

I know…

My eyes fly open, and the lights are turned off. No…

“You really fought to stay awake, didn’t you?” Gareth says, standing naked next to me. Tears prick my eyes as I try to move, but my arms are tied over my head, and my legs are restrained as well.

I try to scream, but there’s a gag in my mouth, shoved so deep inside, it threatens to choke me.

“Your little rebellion is going to mean I can’t take my time,” he growls. “Dahlia, you’re a stupid fucking girl…”

Punching my side, Gareth snarls as my eyes roll in pain. His hands roam my body, pinching, smacking, and hurting me. Every move is designed to torture and humiliate me, and his words highlight every moment.

“You deserve all of this, you stupid cow,” he says. “What did you tell Jack, hmm? Did he fuck you to make it all better?”

Shaking my head does nothing as Gareth makes up depraved stories about what he believes happened. I don’t even understand half of what he says, except for the part where he asks if I enjoy golden showers now after fucking Jack.

I wouldn’t ever want any of the things Gareth screams at me as he hurts me. I wonder if anyone else can hear him, if there’s any staff that stays at the house, or if it’s really just us here.

Doesn’t my mom wonder where her husband goes at night when he’s not with her? Does she care?

Gareth unties my legs, pushing them up over my head, and I fight him hard. His cock lays heavy between his legs, ready for whatever fantasy his mind is creating. He’s never gone this far, ever, which is part of the reason I’ve been able to lock it away in my mind.

I have the me that has a life in the light, and the one who is trapped in my room at night.

The darkness is so deep, I feel as if I’m drowning in it.

“Remember,” he grunts as he moves my ankles with one hand and shoves them up tightly toward my chest, “this is all your fucking fault. You made me do this.”

Gareth fists his cock, pressing down on my body in such a way that I can’t move. I’m trapped, gasping for breath, but unable to because I’m having a full blown panic attack. This is how I die.

“Every time my daughter looks at you, you’ll know who fucked you,” he growls, lining his cock up with my asshole and shoving it inside of me.

There’s no finesse, no easing me in, just unyielding pain. My vision goes white as I scream, the sound finally escaping my body, even through the gag. I feel as if I’m being torn inside out, I can feel every thrust, yet pray to feel numb.

Gareth laughs as he rapes me, because that’s what this is. My mind screams the word into the abyss, begging to pass out. But, he won’t let me.

Backhanding me, he refuses to allow me to disassociate from my body. I can’t find a quiet place in my mind to hide since none exists, and the unending pain continues.

“Let’s see how much tighter you’ll get for me when you can’t breathe,” he muses, pinching my nostrils closed. I’m gagging on the cloth in my mouth, unable to breathe, and my body convulses as it screams that I need oxygen.

“Oh yeah, fuck, that’s nice.”

Gareth experiments with my body over and over until I feel broken beyond repair, and he’s come inside my ass three times. Breathing hard, he pulls out of me, letting my legs flop down on either side of me.

I have no strength to fight, move, or make a sound, and he smirks as he watches as his release rushes out of me.

“If I hadn’t been so pissed off, I would have brought my presents,” he muses. “Instead, I left the butt plug and the lubricant. Fuck, even the ties holding you down are some of my best fucking ties, you whore.”

Working himself up, he slaps my face over and over, and I can tell that I’m swelling up from the blows.

“I’m going to have to delay Bronwyn’s flight now,” he sighs, looking down at me. “Or maybe, you can just kill yourself and clean this mess up for me.”

Untying me, he takes his ties back, dropping a pocket knife on the side table.

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