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But the man is jerking it towards me, stepping closer as I try to back away from this.

“L-leave me al-lone.”

I need to fight him but all I can remember is my ex standing over me. The way he called me a whore as he pissed on me in the bathroom as part of his abuse. Covered in cum and piss as he screamed about how disgusting I was. The feeling of him dragging me through the apartment as he locked me in the dark closet alone during the thunderstorm.

A storm outside that had woken me up and had made him get up frustrated that I had moved in bed. He had accused me of messing with him. Accused me of being the reason he wasn’t sleeping, why class wasn’t going right. How I was supposed to be the omega and soothe his alpha but all I did was make it all worse.

“Oink for me, piggy. Here, “ With one hand stroking his cock he shoves the other in his pocket he pulls out a candy bar. At the sight ofthat I realize he came here with the intention of hurting me, “Come lick my cock and I’ll feed you. Come on little piggy.” I look past him for a way out.

Run.

Shoving him while his hands are full, the man falls backwards as I run as fast as I can to Pax’s office. I throw the door closed, locking it and jamming a chair under it as I dive under his desk as I slam my eyes closed

The door rattles.

“You fat bitch! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!” My hands cover my ears as I curl into a ball.

Please don’t. Please don’t. Please don’t

I’m going to kill you, Sadie.

No one will ever love you but me.

I’m all you have.

You ungrateful whore.

You fat bitch.

No man wants to look at you.

You’re disgusting.

Open the door.

Sadie.

If I have to break it down you’re dead.

YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD SADIE.

Dylan was going to kill me. He was going to find me and kill me. He was going to get out of jail, find me and kill me.

He had ruined my life. Gone so far that I had to drop out of school because I was too scared even after he was locked away from almost killing me during one of his rage moments.

The man was beating at the door as I squeezed my legs together, the terror overwhelming me. My bladder loosened as I squeezed my eyes closed, pissing myself as I sobbed into my hands.

Disgusting. Piggy.Worthless. Whore.Fatbitch.

The words were on repeat, so loud in my head I didn't hear the man leave until it was so quiet that I was jumpy.

Paxton kept his cleaning supplies in a closet in his office. On my hands and knees I cleaned up the piss puddle under his desk. The smell of bleach covering the way my dignity left me.

Tears mixed with the water I used to clean up the mess.

Quiet tears, too afraid to be loud because what if he was outside waiting for me to slip up and make a sound?

Peeling off my wet leggings, I wiped myself with tissues, tossing them in the trash as I slid the dress I had worn earlier on. I shoved my wet clothes in the bag, thinking about how I needed to clean them before Jace did laundry and asked questions I couldn’t answer.

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