Prologue

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I feel it is appropriate to give a warning that there are multiple triggering topics throughout the book that Gabrial suffered through at the hands of a Monster disguised as a man. there is also extreme sexual content. in addition to thoughts of self harm, hopelessness, thoughts of death and thoughts of suicide, etc. These are unhealthy thoughts but support the state of mind that the main character was reduced too. Without giving to much away I wanted to warn anyone before they go ahead and read this. If you have a problem with BDSM, Gay Romance or any of the above-mentioned things you shouldn't read further. This Novel has extremely explicit mature sexual content and is not for the faint of heart. For the rest of you, please enjoy it. I have the majority of the first draft completed and will be updating it regularly as I edit it. Thank you. 

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The dimming light made my stomach tremble with nauseated nervousness. Pulling me out of the feverish writing of the story that was my current escape from my pathetic reality. It was dusk. My fingers withdrew from the keyboard and instinctively began to unbutton my shirt. He would be home soon, and I needed to be 'in waiting' when he arrived. I quickly went through my mental checklist even though I knew all of my tasks had been completed prior to me retiring to my computer. I glanced at the bed as nausea rose up, bile burning the back of my throat. Perhaps he would be gentle like he used to be. I shook my head against that hope. He had tired of me long ago and now I was simply a thing to be used. I rose up and walked to the bathroom to prep my body. If I didn't do it he certainly wouldn't and would be even angrier. I had earned my way out of the basement with my obedience and didn't want to go back.

After toweling myself off, I inspected myself in the mirror one last time. My 5'3" slender body mocked me, reminding me that I was under his absolute control. He was a massive herculean man, almost 6'2 and wrapped in muscles. At one time I thought he was handsome, his crisp pale blue eyes had seemed intriguing, even kind at times. That was before I knew that the charm was all for show. We had begun dating, I had thought having such a dominant controlling boyfriend was sexy and had made me feel cared for in the beginning. Then he had demanded I come out to my family, though he knew they were incredibly strictly religious and not very tolerant people.

They had promptly disowned me, throwing me out after a beating from my father I thought was the worst one I would ever receive in my life. My fingers trailed against the raised ridges of scars covering my inner thighs as I was ruefully reminded how wrong I had been. I now knew that the devil was real and I had willingly moved in with him. I had even tried to please him until I realized that it didn't matter anymore.

I sighed and swallowed my fear as much as I was able to, knowing it would only arouse him and possibly make it worse.

I prayed to a God I no longer believed in that it would be over quickly. I prepared myself for the shame that would come after. I pulled out the lube and began to prepare myself in a mechanical functional fashion, feeling nothing, receiving no pleasure. I no longer received pleasure from normal things.

I felt tears fighting to get out as I knelt on the bed my ass up in the air my face buried against the pillow and clasped my hands behind my back just as I heard the door fling open before I had a chance to sink into the numb headspace that allowed me to survive him.

He was panting heavily. I felt fear trickle through me as He stood silently at the door. I could tell he was already upset or excited about something from the way the door had ripped open. I heard him shuffle his feet at the door. "Such a good boy." I felt a shock at the words, it had been so long since I had heard anything other than anger from him. I cursed my heart that blossomed at the false warmth from him. There was a hesitant knock, someone else was joining us! I froze and he chuckled almost evilly.

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