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Low light streams from the window, and I can’t help but feel as if this is significant. I run my hand over the tattoo and smile, but I really grin when I see Saw asleep next to me and the clumsy heart with the letter B I made on his chest last night.

In comparison to the elegant letters etched onto my skin, the tattoo I gave Saw looks like a child did it, but I don’t care. The fact that he allowed me to stamp a piece of myself on him after I had the courage to ask is all I care about… even as he watched me and guided me on how to do it, I could tell it was a big deal to him and me.Wow…is this the freedom I’ve always been afraid of asking for?

I’m not sure how I do it, but I hold in my excitement and roll over in bed, grinning from ear to ear seeing Saw lying next to me peacefully. The fact that he hasn’t woken up from our afternoon fuck nap before me like he always does lets me know that he trusts me and that I’m completely his.Why does that excite me?

Heart racing, I nervously lift the sheets and crawl on top of him… shyly… shyer than I have ever been in my life when it comes to a man as I lift his heavy thickness, licking my lips. This was in me all night. I’m sore… both my pussy and my ass were used thoroughly by him so masterfully, for hours and hours even as I was unconscious.I love it.

I clench around nothing, but the pain in my pussy is evident that he used me to his heart’s content. The thought flusters me and makes my sore nipple harden…I want more…I want Daddy to use me more… so much so that I’m a puddle and cum even more from the pleasure.

My heart pounds wildly in my chest. I fan my face and glance down at his thickness in my hands, still wet from me and him. I want to lick it… he said I’m his, so I should be able to clean it up, but with regret, I set it down.

I don’t have permission to lick it, so I’ll wait… I’ll wait until he says I can slurp it all up.If I’m lucky, he’ll take my head and force it down my throat until I can’t breathe.I clutch my chest with excitement at the thought, almost wanting to cum from that alone, but I don’t want to make him angry and not be able to cum later with him if he finds out I came without permission.

I swallow the saliva that pools in my throat and sigh, climbing from bed and going to the bathroom to pee, frowning when his cum drops out of both holes…

I hate it… I want to keep it there… but I can’t do shit about gravity.

After I pee and wipe myself, I make my way over to the kitchen where I pull open the fridge and take out the few eggs, glad to see they are still a bit cold and the last bit of veggies and chop them up so I can make Daddy and me an omelet, but I see that I need wood to start the fire, and there is none in here…

I glance outside beyond the curtains and see that, of course, in the crazy ass Texas weather, it doesn’t look at all like there has been a hurricane… there isn’t a cloud in the sky and the sun is beating down hot and fucking heavy even as it sets.

Shrugging on the robe that Daddy wears, I peek outside and spot some wood that actually seems dry enough to use.It must have sat out in the sun.I glance back, and I can see Daddy is still sleeping from the way his foot is positioned, so I run out and grasp a few pieces of wood, wanting to make it back inside before I get in trouble.I’d hate it if he assumed I was trying to run away again because I walked out the door without permission.

Quickly, I collect four of the driest logs I can find and go to turn to go back into the house, but someone grasps my foot and pulls me down. Before I can yell for help, a hand clasps down on my mouth as they drag me kicking a screaming far from the house. When they stop and finally stare down at me, I gaze wide eyed in the face of a cop.

“I found you!” he grins, looking down at me, and go still before I wriggle, trying to get free. However, as soon as I do, he points a gun to my head, cocking a brow. “I wouldn’t try to get free if I were you, Ms. Grey. You have the whole world looking for you and right now, I’m the only one who knows where you are…

I’m the only one who knows that you and that crazy inmate have been fucking like bunny rabbits while the world thinks you’re some innocent damsel in distress. But you ain’t shit but a whore who enjoys being fucked like a pig by a mass murdering asshole,” he spews, and his words disgust me.

“Yeah, I saw you spread that pussy open and beg him to fuck you like a whore. What did you say last night? ‘Please Daddy, fuck this dirty little pussy and dump your cum inside me?’” he laughs quietly, and I feel sick knowing someone was watching us.

“I could have called for backup immediately,” the cop sneers. “But couldn’t spoil my fun watching this little bitch, that the world is looking for, begging to have her pussy and asshole destroyed!” he cackles. “Hell, I must have came three times listening to him fuck you. Even as you went quiet he fucked you hard, grunting like a bear while you whimpered like a slut, accepting it all.

So, I told myself why ruin my fun? The world thinks you’re dead… all I have to do is kill this fucker and hide you away to have my own personal little cunt to fuck,” he finishes, and bile rises in my throat. My vision swims with disgust at another man touching me and hate boils my blood at the thought of him even daring to say he’ll hurt Daddy.

My heart pounds and I scratch at the palm of my hands, pissed, drawing blood.I want to call for Daddy, but he’s only got a knife…

“So how about it bitch? I’ll save you from the fucker who’s been abusing this cunt, and I’ll show you arealgood time. You see, I’m nicer… I’ll take things nice and slow,” he hisses as he reaches inside my robe, cupping my breast, pinching my nipple hard, and causing me to flinch in pain, surprising me when I feel not a lick of pleasure from this.

I love pain… I love to be harshly fucked and choked and tied down. I love feeling helpless and out of control while a man slacks his lust on me uncontrollably and uncaring of how I feel… I fucking love it. I saw shit like that in porn and I heard people say all the time that porn created unrealistic expectations on what sex is, and they were not lying…I always got Mr. Nice Guys.

Two pump chumps… niggas like this cop who would only cum three times after listening to the nasty shit Daddy did to me. I used to find any way I could to get off harshly, causing arguments in my relationships so we could have makeup sex. But nothing felt like Daddy being inside of me. Even when it was against my will it was the best fuck of my life… I thought that I just liked that kind of thing…but I see now I was wrong.

My stomach churns, vomit rising in my throat at his cold, clammy hand on the breast that belongs to Daddy. As his hand travels lower and near my precious mark, I can feel the hate… the sheer searing hatred in my belly boiling for this man.How dare he touch what belongs to Daddy…?

I glance up, seeing his finger is on the trigger of the gun, letting me know he’ll use it if I move. Not only that, but he’s drug me farenough from the house that if Daddy woke up, he would assume I left and…

I tremble at the thought…I hate it… I hate it… I fucking hate it!

“Damn, you have big ol’ titties… just look at them.” He opens my robe, and I gag, disgusted, when he opens his mouth, and his tongue almost latches onto me.

SAW, PLEASE!

Before he can, he makes a painful, strangled choking noise and I fall out of his arms. The gun is no longer aimed at my head so I quickly pick it up, aiming it at him, but my jaw drops open when I see Saw holding the guy down with a rope to his neck, choking him.

I want to say the cop puts up a fight, but with one hard slam from those brick-like fists, the cop lays out like a bag of rocks.Damn…

I thought Daddy would be done, but he uses the rope and ties the guy’s hands behind the massive tree trunk, popping his arm out of its socket, forcing me to wince.Yikes…

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