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Want to know something really funny, Chad? I was tied up in a closest just hours ago! Are you laughing yet? Just wait. My pants were ripped down my legs! My thong… it was cut off with a knife! And then my convict ex ate my pussy. Yes. He. Ate. It. He sucked and flicked and licked and bit at me in ways only he can do. Isn’t that funny? I still have faint marks on my wrists! Want to see?!

Chad gets ready to do the other nostril.

I go upstairs and into the bathroom.

I look at myself in the mirror.

Biting my bottom lip I tilt my head back and look for any marks on my neck.

None.

I’m almost disappointed at that.

I push the sleeves of my hoodie up.

My wrists are red but nothing glaring. Marks that could be easily explained…

Wore a watch too long. Wore a bracelet too long.

Oh, here’s an easy one…

Hair ties.

Yup.

Had some hair ties on my wrists.

That’s all.

Simple lies that make total sense because Kate Kusmin is a normal middle-class woman. She works at a bakery part time with dreams of buying the place and turning it into something bigger. She’s going to make all the cupcakes needed for events in town. She’s not into fierce sexual play. She’s not into being dominated. Just look at her fiancé. Oh, yes, Chad is handsome, that’s for sure. Classically handsome. A good man with love in his eyes and knows the exact balance of all his retirement accounts. He’s got the house picked out in Florida where they’ll retire someday.

It’s like a fucking book already written.

And I’m clawing at the pages.

I don’t want to see the ending as I already know it.

I close my eyes and can still smell Corbin’s closet. I can feel the belts tied around my wrist. So tight. I can feel the panic rolling through me, not knowing if and when he’d show back up.

All that happened and nobody knew a thing.

Nobody thought about me. Nobody… cared about me…

The only person who did?

Corbin.

His love could appear violent but in reality that’s just who he was… and what I secretly wanted…

Chapter 16

Corbin

I sit outside the house.

I’ll admit, it’s a very nice house. On a quiet street. In a quiet neighborhood.

The kind of place that probably does some sort of spring cleaning event in the local park to pick up liter. The kind of place that has a summer carnival with rusted rides that are overpriced and the smell of funnel cake blanketing the air.