Page 35 of For Fillies and Monsters

UNKOWN: And tell them what exactly?

ME: You could be a creepy old guy wanting to sell my body parts on the black market for all I know. I’m rather attached to my body parts and don’t feel like losing them.

UNKNOWN: Don’t worry. I don’t share.

I stare at the text, the blue light illuminating my face. Why are his words turning me on? Why am I not more scared? Why am I addicted to bad men?

I need to be examined at a mental hospital for daddy issues, stat.

UNKNOWN: Why did you let Nathan onto your ranch again?

ME: How do you know that?

UNKNOWN: I know everything about you.

Yep, I really should be more scared.

ME: Do you have cameras or something, you sick fuck?

UNKNOWN: Doesn’t matter.

My eyes ping around the room, straining to see anything flashing in the oppressive darkness. I see nothing, which comes as no surprise. I really should get up and look out my bedroom window, but I don’t. That will make it too real.

UNKNOWN: You will not invite him to your place again.

ME: Or what?

Am I really egging him on? Am I ready to die? I’m too young, too hot for that.

UNKNOWN: I will punish you.

UNKNOWN: I will force you to your knees. You’ll pretend you don’t want to because you’re a brat, but that’s okay; you won’t have a fucking choice with my hand tangled in that stupid braid you wear every damn day totease me with.

UNKNOWN: I will force your mouth open with my cock, and you will swallow it.

UNKNOWN: Not taste it.

UNKNOWN: Not play with it.

UNKNOWN: Not suck it.

UNKNOWN: You will swallow it like the dirty little slut you are. And you will stay like that until you’re blue in the face and my cum is running down your throat.

I rub my thighs together, my earlier arousal mixing with the new, unwanted liquid spilling out of me. I don’t want his words to turn me on. Fuck, Iwantto be afraid. But I’m not, and here in this same darkness, where I picture Gus as my monster, I will pretend I’m okay with that. I know tomorrow I’ll hate myself, but right now, it’s my secret to keep.

UNKNOWN: You are not allowed to play with yourself, not anymore. That pussy is mine.

UNKNOWN: Besides, there’s another strange man in your barn, so close he will surely hear your screams. You don’t want me to have to get rid of him, do you? Your pussy, your screams, they are all mine now. You belong to me.

I reel in my growing arousal, true fear mixing with it to create a heady cocktail. I don’t want anything to happen to Gus. I could never live with myself.

ME: So, what now, then?

I hate asking. I hate not having any control. But I don’t trust myself right now. And too much is on the line to risk it.

UNKNOWN: I will be seeing you soon.

ME: What do you mean?

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