Help me to love again (finished)

Chapter 39: « I'll scarify you and burn you with a knife and cigarettes »

Pete

A few hours later I wake up with back pain, downstairs, near my ass. I took two dicks yesterday. It hurts but it was very pleasant.

But today I have to take action. Porsche gave me a warning last night.

I can't miss this one.

I don't want to die but get out of it.

Even if I like to fuck with Vegas, I have to tell him that we have to space our sex moments. The less we have, the less Porsche will be able to discover something.

Today he got up at the same time as me. He's going to take me to university this morning and then it's Kim who's going to bring me back. They agreed, I don't know when.

Maybe they called each other when I was sleeping on Porsche. He always sleeps with his phone near him and he has his arm long enough to grab it and make messages while having me on him.

Yesterday I really played docile whores so that Porsche doesn't suspect anything. He greatly appreciated it, so much so that as promised, Vegas will spend the evening here.

I'm not going to say no to good company but we won't be able to fuck here. I don't know Porsche's working hours and I don't dare ask him.

He is in a bad mood today. He will work about 10 hours. He is not happy.

I am preparing his breakfast for him while he is watching TV. It's 7 a.m. and they're already talking about football.

Porsche doesn't usually follow this kind of sport but I don't comment. He is sitting on the couch with Snow on his knees. A fit of anger and I can say goodbye to my cat.

- Porsche?

I say gently so that he doesn't rush.

- What?

- Your plate of pancakes is ready. Do you want me to bring it to you or should I leave it on the table?

Porsche signals me to approach something I do without waiting.

- That's it for you Porsche.

Porsche takes a look at the plate and replies:

- My coffee and jam?

I immediately stand up to say:

- I'll get them for you, don't worry. Everything is ready...

I don't know why it's so cold and it scares me. I don't dare ask him for fear that he will take on me. I didn't do anything wrong though...

I'm going to the kitchen to grab the Porsche coffee and the jar of jam. Porsche increases the sound of the television.

- Porsche you will have to put less hard. The neighbours from above are surely still sleeping.

Porsche turns to me and shoots me with its eyes. He grabs me by the arm and shakes me a little. I come across the couch moaning with terror. Snow is leaving Porsche's knees.

- Did I give you permission to tell me what I can and cannot do?

Porsche hits me in the face and I squeak.

- N... No... Porsche I... sorry... it's just that... they may complain after...

I get caught by my hair and Porsche approaches his face to mine.

- I do what I want, bitch.

I can't wait to take my head.

- Yes, Porsche. You do what you want. I'm sorry.