After her shift at the library she made her way home. Her parents were not home yet, but it would only be a matter of time. She entered their home and went straight to the kitchen. Rose was starving, and she really needed to eat.
Glancing at the cupboards she saw them all locked and bolted. Turning to the fridge she looked inside. Her mother had marked where the milk was when she left, and everything was put in place. If she ate anything her parents would know. They were controlling everything. She left the kitchen and made her way toward the laundry closet. There was where she found the scales and the measuring tape, along with the notebook her mother kept at her father’s insistence.
Every morning without fail she was forced to stand on the scales, and then she was measured around the waist, hips, arms and breasts. Her father would check the numbers and decide what to do.
Growing up she’d never suffered with this. Her parents fed her without concern at all. They’d given her chocolate, sweets, and healthy meals. It was only recently her food ban had come into force, along with the regular checks on her weight and measurements.
Closing the door, she headed upstairs to her room. She wasn’t allowed a lock, and her mother cleaned her room every day. There was no chance of privacy. Her mother believed privacy was overrated and she needed to do what her parents requested of her.
I’m nineteen and nothing but a prisoner.
She walked to her window and looked out over the horizon. Her bedroom had a clear view of the outskirts of town. Many times she’d wondered what it would be like to simply empty her bank account and leave without looking back. Once she left she’d be in charge of her future. There would be no more weighing scales or locked cupboards. She’d be free to do what she wanted when she wanted to do it.
Letting out a sigh, she rid her mind of the thoughts.
Her mother’s words came back to her.
“You leave this house and this town and you’ll never survive. You’ll be at the mercy of some pimp who’ll use you and your body. Can you hack having a new man between your thighs every minute?”
Over the years she’d grown terrified of leaving her parental home. She wouldn’t last two minutes out in the real world.
****
Brad entered his parents’ home with his friends following behind him. Both his parents were at work, and there was no one home, which was how he liked it. His family were not as rich as the Steer brothers, but they were close to it.
“Did you see the look on her face? She’s terrified of you,” Adam said.
He smirked, going into the games room and taking a seat. Thinking about Rose made his dick rock hard.
“Terrified she may be, but soon she’ll be my woman and I can do whatever the fuck I want with her.”
All three friends turned to him. They’d been with him growing up and knew what he was like.
“What are you saying?” Tyler asked, smirking.
“My dad put in a word with her dad. They’re following strict instructions to put her through an eating regimen. She’s been reduced to two meals a day and is weighed every morning.”
Adam and Tyler smirked.
“I don’t believe you. There’s no way the Slaters would put their daughter through that,” John said.
Shaking his head, Brad grabbed the notebook, which updated her progress. He threw it at John.
“I told you, she’s going to be mine very soon.”
John shook his head. “If you already like her then why are you putting her through this?”
Brad looked at his friend. They’d done a lot together. They always had each other’s backs, and if one of them was to fall, they’d all fall. Their secrets were what bound them together. Brad wasn’t going to jail for messing with a couple of sluts, and neither were any of his friends.
“The power. I’m in control, and Rose will know who’s the boss. I don’t want a wife who goes out to work. I want a wife who knows her place. Rose will know her place, and then we can all have a chance to play with her.”
He noticed John didn’t smile right away where Adam and Tyler did. In the next second John started smiling, putting Brad’s mind at ease.
Brad had big plans for Rose. She was going to learn her place when it came to his friends. He looked forward to training her for his personal needs.
Chapter Three
Peter sat inside William’s sitting room watching him hold one of his daughters. He heard Daisy laughing in the distance, and he stared at his friend and boss. The last thing he’d anticipated on a weekend was to be called in for a chat. William’s chats were always personal and about problems.