“No, Cat, that wasn’t like any sex I’ve ever had before.” My nose scrunches at that, and I grip his chin tight, bringing his eyes to mine.
“You’re mine, Rex, anything that has happened before is non-existent now.” His eyes widen, and he leans over to press a soft kiss to my lips.
“I’m yours, Cat. I always will be.”
CHAPTER13
NOW
CAT
“Get up, kitty,” Rex growls, coming over to my cage. I can smell the whisky from here. Keys rattle as he tries to open the lock, but they keep falling to the floor. I bite my lip to keep myself from laughing. He grunts and falls to the floor. I wait for him to get back up but loud snores hit my ears. I allow a small laugh to pass my lips, then lie back down.
I don’t know what possessed him to drink tonight, but I thank any gods above. I might be able to get some solid sleep knowing he won’t be watching me.
I close my eyes and picture being anywhere but here. I’m home right now, lying on my plush couch, reading one of my favorite books as David cooks us something to eat while we wait for Kile to come home from work. Piper is purring on my chest and kneading my fuzzy purple blanket. The smoke detectors start to blare as David burns the chicken, again. I wish he would just give up and ask for help. I don’t understand how he can love to cook so much when he is horrible at it.
A stinging pain hits my head, and I groan, blinking my eyes open. Rex is standing there fuming.
“Who the fuck is David?” I freeze and swallow hard. Oh no. Was I talking in my sleep again? I shake my head and try to hide the nerves from my voice.
“I’m not sure, maybe a waiter or something. I was dreaming about a man burning the chicken. I’m just so hungry, Rex,” I start to sniffle, and his demeanor softens.
He walks around the cage and unlocks the door.
“Okay, kitty, let’s get you some food.” I sigh and nod, letting my shoulders relax and take his offered hand. That was close. He can’t learn about David. I can’t let him hurt someone else I love.
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I chokedown the oatmeal he made me and whimper when he runs his hands through my hair. I hate when he touches me. Sometimes, it's soft and gentle and other times, it's rough and painful. I never know which version of him I’m going to get.
“You’re filthy pet. I think it’s time for another shower,” he mutters, gripping my arm and tugging me from the stool. I still wear the collar, but the leash is thankfully gone. It’s not like I can run away from him in this nine-by-twelve box he keeps us in. I know we are in a huge house from the comments he’s made, so I don’t see why he still keeps us here in this mildew-infested dump.
I let him guide me to the shower and quickly remove my clothes. The last time he did it for me, I ended up not being able to sit for a few days, and I don’t want to deal with that again. It’s hard enough as it is to sleep in a tiny cage made for a medium-sized dog, I don’t need it to be worse by not being able to sit on my ass.
He turns the water on and groans as we both spot the dried blood between my thighs. I internally sigh with relief that I even got my period since he seems obsessed with keeping me plugged with his seed.
I begin to slowly wash the grime and sweat from my skin and gently wash my hair. Since he enjoys restraining me, my arms and thighs are sore and covered in bruises, and it’s hard for me to lift my arms all the way. I run the loofah over my breasts and avoid looking him in the eye. I know he’s watching my every little movement.
Rustling sounds and he groans. “That's it, kitty, get those tits all nice and slippery for me.” I shudder and do what he says. My knees start to shake from the tension of not knowing what he’s planning to do to me. I turn and give him my back, rinsing off, but he doesn’t like that.
He smacks my ass hard and shoves my face into the tile. I whimper as he starts to thrust his fingers inside me. Tears burn in my eyes because I’m still so sore from the last time he forced me.
“Please, don’t,” I beg, not that it’s done much good for me in the past. He groans and surprises me by moving away.
“You always were sore during your period,” he mutters as he spins me around to face him. I nod, still avoiding his eyes. He grips my right breast and pinches my nipple. It stings, but it’s not as harsh as before, almost a caress.
“Touch yourself, Cat.” I lift a shaky hand and rub it down my stomach to my center. I close my eyes and imagine I’m anywhere but here, and someone I love and care for is the one dipping their fingers into me and rubbing my clit faster and faster.
I come hard and lean my back on the cool tile of the shower wall. I open my eyes and freeze. Rex is in front of me, panting with his hand covered in his cum. He scoops it up and steps closer to me. I don’t even flinch as he shoves his seed into me.He kisses my head and leaves me completely unchained for the first time since I have arrived. I take a deep breath and relax for a minute. That wasn’t so bad.If I can keep doing this, maybe he won’t touch me. Force me. I could handle this.
CHAPTER14
THEN
REXLEY
Ihang up the phone again and yell. Why isn’t she picking up? What could be more important than me? Nick walks into the room and laughs before turning and walking right back out. He calls over his shoulder, “We have practice man. Leave Cat alone. You know she will be on the bleachers watching.”