Page 72 of All Your Hate

After a while of watching the movie, her head starts to drop and she keeps fidgeting trying to get comfortable without putting pressure on her back.

Eventually, I can’t take anymore and grab her by the shoulders pulling her down so her head rests on my lap.

“Bones, please not again.” She pushes on my thighs, but it's easy enough to keep her held firmly in place.

“It’s nothing like that, just relax.” She’s stiff under my touch and I see the way she shrinks away from the bulge in my pants. “I can’t help it, okay? I’m not going to make you do anything, it's just always there when I’m near you. I know you’re exhausted so get some sleep.”

I stroke soothing circles around the sore patch on her back and she really is too tired to fight me any further. The more I touch her the quicker she starts to soften in my lap.

“Do you think she’s okay? Summer, I mean.”

I really don’t know what to tell her at this point. She’s too spent to handle reality right now, but I don’t want to lie to her either.

After a while, I settle on saying, “You’ll see her again, I promise.”

She’s quiet again after that. Her tired muscles finally relax and not before long she’s asleep.

I let my own body sink back into the couch as I enjoy the weight of her head on my lap. The feel of her brushed up against me with her hand on my knee.

Being careful not to wake her, I lift her top up and see the small red lump on her back. There’s a bit of dried blood on it, but I don’t think there’s anything amiss. It’ll heal quickly and that little thing that ties her to me will be permanently sealed inside her. Forever.

15

WYNTER

My days are getting increasingly smaller and I find myself looking forward to seeing Bones. He's not let me out since I ran from him. I don’t see why he can’t. It’s not like he can lose track of me anymore.

As hard as I try to fight him, he’s breaking me down with each twist of his rope, each rough thrust of his cock and each soft touch of his fingers as he puts me back together after.

I never know when the moment’s coming until it’s too late. Sometimes it’s after I’ve woken up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat and screaming at the men to get away from me. Other times it’s when he comes home from work full of frustration. No matter when it is or how I’m feeling it always ends with me curled in on myself, his rope binding me tight, making me immobile and reliant on him. Each time my body buzzes with need for him as my mind empties.

In a depraved way, it’s pure bliss. But then I come down from that debauched high and remember my circumstances.

Usually, at this time of day he comes to get me for dinner, but he’s nowhere. I’m not even sure if he’s home. He’s been holed upin his office a lot recently while I’m left to aimlessly wander the halls like some sort of cat. Most days I feel like I really am just a pet for him. Something to play with and pamper when he wants, then forget about when he’s busy.

He was true to his word when he said he'd buy me anything I wanted. I started out small at first, just asking for some books. Then I turned it into a little game for myself and asked him for more obscure things. He’s not turned down a single one of my requests. Not even the grand piano that I’m never going to play.

I’ve been eyeing up the home gym and now seems like as good a time as any to use it.

One wall is covered entirely in mirrors and I avoid looking at it as I walk up to the treadmill.

Bones has got everything here. I’m surprised he bothers leaving the house when there’s everything a person could possibly need within these walls. I’ve even spotted a pool outside.

After a few minutes of stretching, my muscles are already protesting. My appetite’s getting better and I think I’m starting to gain some of the weight I lost, but my muscles are barely there. I’m going to have to push myself if I want a chance of winning against him. Or anyone for that matter.

It takes me a minute to figure out how to use the treadmill. Eventually, I get it to start off at a slow walking pace.

Large windows make up most of the wall in front of me. There’s not much of a view other than the lawn and trees beyond that. The sun’s starting to dip below them and it filters through, making more shadows appear out there.

It gives me an uneasy feeling like something’s watching me back. I cast my eyes downwards and increase my running speed until my body really has to work to keep up with the machine.

My heart rate quickly picks up and my head gets light. It’s not from the exercise though. Panic starts to work its way up myspine, gripping every part of me it touches so tightly I don’t think it will ever fade. That feeling of being watched gets worse.

It’s all in my head. I know it is, but it doesn’t make it stop.

I squeeze my eyes shut, willing the men that have already invaded my dreams to not come creeping into the daylight.

They’re not here. I’m safe. Bones told me that himself.

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