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“Because it’s the rules. My mom doesn’t think I should play with you anymore.” His expression changes again, his voice low and angry. “Don’t ask me any more questions about it, Rowyn. Just do as I say. If you don’t, we can’t be friends anymore.”
“Okay, I won’t tell anyone.”
“Perfect. We’re gonna have a lot more fun, and you’re going to see that we are best friends forever. I’m the only one who truly loves you, just like Pinkie. But if you don’t do what I say, I can’t love you.”
“What do I have to do?”
“Come with me.” He grasps my hand tightly and yanks me around to the entrance of the basement. “We’re going to play doctor again.”
“I don’t like that game, Albie.”
“Well, too bad, because that’s the game we’re going to play. Come on.” He pulls me through the door and down the stairs.
He sits on a couch and pulls me down beside him. Panic rises within me as I try to pull away, but he doesn’t let go. I can feel the warmth of his breath on my face, and it sends chills down my spine. “You’re mine, Rowyn. No one can take you away from me,” he whispers, and in that moment, I realize the darkness that lurks inside him.
“I don’t want this, Alberto!” I cry, my voice breaking.
“You think you can escape me?” he says, his voice low and dangerous. I jump up, confusion and fear swirling in my stomach. He rises from the couch and pushes me against the brick wall, clutching my throat tightly in his hands. “It’s going to hurt worse standing up, but if that’s what you want…”
“Alberto, stop,” I wheeze, my voice trembling, but he doesn’t listen. He grabs Pinkie from my grip. “You need to understand, Rowyn. This is how the world works.”
He pulls my skirt up with his other hand and presses the pony against my panties.
“What are you doing, Albie?” I cough.
“Shh, don’t talk.” He pushes her inside me and I whimper. “Does that feel good, Rowyn?”
“No” I whisper, embarrassed and confused. I hate this game so much.
He puts his hand between my legs and moves his fingers. I cry out, a wave of feelings washing over me.
“I told you, you’d like it.”
“No, I don’t! Please can we play something else?”
“This is the game, Rowyn. The only game we can play. You need to accept that.”
“Why?”
“Because I love you, Rowboat.”
“Please, stop touching me there,” I whimper as tears roll down my cheeks.
“But you like it,” he insists.
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t. You love me.”
“Stop! You’re hurting me!”
“I can’t help it. You’re mine, and no one else can have you.”
“Please stop. It hurts.”
“That’s not what your body is telling me.”
“You’re a monster!”
