(In the process of editing and filling plot holes lol) If the term "fuck around and find out" was a person it'd be Erin Whitaker. Being sold at the age of 18, she's back five years later with revenge on her mind. No one is gonna get in her way excep...
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I'm in so much pain I can barely breathe. I haven't been able to feel the right side of my body in days and what I do feel is just a constant reminder that I'll never be normal again
"It's time you start earning your keep around here"
I look from my plate at the dinner table
"Warming my bed just isn't going to cut it anymore and as delicious as you have been, I need more"
He gets up from his seat and comes to stand behind me. Using his thumbs, he gently traces my neck down over my shoulders. He leans down, peppering kisses over the right one.
"How are you liking your enhancements, little one?"
You turned me into a science project
He grips my jaws tightly
"...I'm still getting use to them"
He steps in front of me
"I thought so"
He tilts my chin up
"But you did so well. You have no idea how happy I am that you survived"
He brushes his thumb across my bottom lip
"I'm so proud of you"
He leans down, placing his lips close to mine but not enough to close the distance. He wants me to do that and if I don't, I get the backhand. Honestly I don't think my face could handle that right now
Blinking back the tears, I close the distance. I have to keep myself from vomiting as I give him a "proper" kiss. It's not a peck and not with tongue. I REAL kiss as he would say but there's nothing real about this.
In order to keep up the façade I think back to my first kiss. I was 14 and a freshman. I had a crush on Jerrod Simmons in my Algebra 1 class. He was that guy. You know the one I'm talking about. Slick, ladies man. Nice smile, fresh cut. Always trying to make his impression on the high school early on.
My friends went behind my back and told him I liked him. He caught me outside a basketball game one day. Told me he wasn't interested in a relationship be if a kiss is what I wanted, a kiss is what I can get. I appreciated that he was honest and said go for it.
I hated that shit. There I was thinking my first kiss was gonna be like the one off Love and Basketball, but instead I got the one off that nasty ass Go Daddy commercial.
Looking back, I laugh at moments like that. Moments like that gets me through shit like this. I gave up trying to die a long time ago and after he brought out that chainsaw, I thought I was done. If only life wasn't so cruel
The kisses being peppered along my collar, brought me out of my daydream.
