Freshlee Imagines

Sammy 2

Y/n pov
Its been 7 FUCKEN YEARS! 7 years since sammy talked to me. He hasn't said anything to me since. Im 17 now. I was 10 when i was brought here.
"My room." I heard a deep voice say behind me grabbing my waist. It was Jack gilinsky. When ever your with one of the boys you have to call them master or sir I normally do sir. They normally like sir better then master and if they really want to torment you you have to call them daddy. "I have chores." I said. "I d.." He was cut off. "My turn not yours." I heard a voice say. "Fine." Jack said walking away and letting go but not before kissing my neck and smacking my butt. I turned to see sammy. "Thanks but im busy." I said walking away fast. He didnt follow me. I don't understand him.

It was almost time for bed. I was forced to have sex 2 today. I laid down in bed but couldn't stop thinking of sammy. I haven't thought about him in a while. He promised he'd get me out. I got walked to the kitchen to get a water. I saw that the door to outside was open a little. What? I looked to make sure no one was watching me. I slowly walked outside. There stood the man that made a promise to me 7 years ago. Sammy. "I promised you id get you out. Im making that promise happen." He said. He was leaning against his car but now stood in front of me. "I thought you didnt care anymore." I said. "Never miss y/n." He said. I smiled. He grabbed my hand and opened my door. I slid in and we were off.