"MOM!"
"MOM! MOM! HELP!"
Carrie shot up in bed, hearing her daughter scream from down the hall. She bolted out of bed and down the hall, running into Madeline's room as fast as he could.
She froze in her tracks, suddenly face to face with the one person she never thought she'd see again. For a moment, she couldn't even speak or move.
"Hi there beautiful, did you miss me?" Sam smirked. He had Madeline's wrists, holding them behind her so that she couldn't move.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Seeing Madeline in his grasp caused her blood to boil. She wasn't going to let him control her tonight. She was prepared to fight.
"Just thought I'd stop by and see you two, I'm back in town. I've been thinking about you both a lot. Madeline didn't seem to feel the same way though." Sam fake frowned. He kept his grasp tight against her as she tried to squirm away again.
"Let go of her." Carrie demanded. "You're not taking her anywhere."
Sam laughed in her face. "Like I'm going to listen to you. You're just a worthless slut."
"I'm serious." Carrie demanded, not backing down. Her arms were crossed tightly over her face. She wasn't playing around this time. His words meant nothing to her anymore.
"Alright, so suppose I let her go. What do I get in return? You know me better than to think I'm just going to leave." He chuckled again. "You don't scare me Carrie. I know you're not going to do anything."
"Please let go of her." She said forcefully, but both Sam and Madeline could hear the uncertainty and fear in her voice.
"Only if I get something in return. Otherwise I'm taking her and leaving. And I know you can't stop me."
Carrie closed her eyes, taking a deep breath before looking back at him again.
"Anything." She finally whispered. She'd handed over her power and submitted to him again. She was under his will. "Just don't hurt her."
"Mhmm, wonderful. I was hoping you'd say that." A sly grin crossed his face. He let go of Madeline, stepping closer to Carrie. He reached up, running his finger through the blonde locks hanging over her shoulder. His touch sent a chill down her spine. "I think you know exactly what I want."
"Mom! Don't do it!" Madeline screamed, tears beginning to stream down her face.
"What'll it be Sugar?"
Carrie winced. She hadn't been called Sugar since she had been with him. The name made her toes curl.
"Madeline." She took a deep breath. She couldn't look her daughter in the eyes. "Go to my room and don't leave."
"Mom!" Madeline was sobbing.
"Madeline. Go." Carrie demanded, glancing up at her for half a second. She couldn't stand to look at her. She was embarrassed and ashamed. She'd submitted to his games again. She'd let him win, but she didn't have any other choice.
"Don't you dare call the police, or you'll both regret it." Sam demanded in a deep voice. Once Madeline had disappeared, he took a step closer. He was now only centimeters away from Carrie.
"It's nice to see you again beautiful." He whispered in her ear. His hand caressed her cheek. "I've missed you."
Carrie swallowed hard, her eyes glued to the floor.
"Why are you doing this?" Carrie managed to say, trying not to let herself cry in front of him even though she knew she was failing.
"Because I missed you. I missed this beautiful body." He smirked. He placed his hands on her hips, caressing them lightly under her shirt. "And because I can."
"Stop."
"Ah ah, you sacrificed yourself for your daughter. That means I get to do whatever I want to you for the night." His hand snaked up under her shirt, gripping her small breast. "No arguments."
Carrie cursed herself for sleeping in only a T-shirt and underwear. It made her even more vulnerable and exposed.
"I think these needs to come off." He grinned, looping his fingers around the waistband of her underwear. He slid them down easily, letting them pool at her feet.
Carrie squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to let her tears fall. She reminded herself that she had to do this for Madeline. She couldn't let him hurt her.
"It's just one night." Carrie said to herself. "You can handle it. You've been through much worse before. It'll be over before you know it. Madeline will call the police. She'll figure out a way to save me."
"Next item of business." He smiled, pulling her shirt up. Carrie kept her arms down, stopping him from being able to get it off.
"The harder you make this, the harder it's going to be on you. I'm going to fuck you tonight whether you like it or not." Sam demanded. "Now lift your fucking arms up."
Tears began to slide down Carrie's face as she lifted her arms up. He threw her T-shirt to the ground, leaving her completely naked in front of him. She'd never felt so vulnerable.
"You've aged well I see." He smirked, looking her up and down. Carrie kept her eyes to the ground. She couldn't bare to look at him. She was too ashamed and embarrassed. "Even hotter than before."
"Go get on the bed Sugar." Sam let his finger slide up her inner thigh, suddenly thrusting two fingers inside her. Carrie winced, letting out a small scream as pain shot through her body. "Still tight, I'm impressed."
"Man, you look smokin tonight." Sam hovered over Carrie, his alcohol covered breath breathing on her neck. "I can't believe you're mine."
"Not tonight Sam, I'm tired." Carrie tried to push him off, though she knew there was no use. He would get his way as always. He didn't understand the word no.
"Too bad." He demanded. Carrie felt his erection poking against her. "I need you right now."
He slid her underwear off with ease. Carrie didn't even bother to put up a fight. This was a nightly occurrence.
He began to kiss her feverishly, sucking on her neck and shoulders. Carrie knew that tomorrow she would have to cover up another mark, as she did almost every day.
As he kissed her, he worked his boxers off and thrusted himself into her quickly. She flinched at the protrusion. No matter how often he did this, it still hurt when she wasn't aroused, which proved to be the case more often or not. She couldn't remember the last time she'd enjoyed sex.
Carrie laid on her back as he continued to thrust himself into her at a fast pace. She didn't even feel like pretending anymore. She just laid flat against the bed, her entire body being bounced with each thrust. A tear slid down her face. She had no idea how she'd let herself hit such a low point in her life.
She'd hit rock bottom, and she had no clue how to get it out.
