Billy Sander shy, innocent, loving, submissive, insecure, clumsy standing at 4'9 17 year old girl.
Adrian Black dominate, dangerous, powerful, possessive, jealous, loving standing at 6'5 23 year old man.
Billy Sander lives with her mom Fiona, her...
Carefully sliding my baby off me I don't even bother hiding the bulge in my pants as I stalk to the door ripping it open.
"WHAT" I was pissed I was finally about to kiss my Queen and this fucker ruined it. Walker flinched at my tone his eyes darting behind my shoulder to Billy then back at me.
"Uh.. Adrian we have.. visitors" his voice was hard but slightly out of breath like he ran here. My eyes widened a fraction in recognition.
Giving a short nod of the head I slam the door turning swiftly walking to my baby. Kneeling I place my hands on her knees looking into her confused eyes.
I lean forward pressing my forehead against hers staying quiet for a moment longer. Kissing in between her eyes I sigh grabbing her hands standing her up with me.
"Babygirl I'm so sorry to cut this moment short but I have some very.. important visitors stopping by unexpectedly. I'm gonna have Nessa give you a ride home alright? I'll pick you up tomorrow morning like usual, now come on little one I'll walk you to her room"
"O-okay Addy" grabbing her hand tightly but not enough to hurt her in any way we walk downs the long hallway quickly to one of the last doors knocking.
Nessa opened almost immediately putting her gun in the waist band of her pants in the back quickly as she saw Billy slightly behind me. She gave me a knowing look before putting on a smile turning towards my baby.
"Hey baby doll!"
"HI N-Ness"
"Nessa I need you to take my baby home then come straight back, you know you're very helpful and much needed"
Turning to my baby who's face is still bright red from our almost kiss in my room. I lean down kissing the corner of her mouth just like she had once done to me before.
"Good bye my little one, I'll see you tomorrow morning."
Turning around I walk down the hallways and stairs fast, Walker was waiting for me. He lead me to the our security department which is in a separate small building connected to the side of the side by the kitchen.
We entered the building to see Damon yelling at some of our guards who have their heads down flinching at every other word. When did I hire such fucking pussies. Can't even handle yelling.
"What's the fucking problem here? Why the fuck was I interrupted my while I was have a private moment with your QUEEN!"
"S-sir in the back left premises a group of 10 men are walking around and scaling the borders." One of my guards shakily pointed to one of the many monitors.
"T-thanks Nessa night" giving her a small wave I grab my things making my way inside.
I slowly opened the door and closed it as quietly as I could. Waiting for a second I didn't hear anything so I let out a small breath tip toeing my way to the stairs.
But as I was walking by the living I quickly stopping short and gasp escaping my lips. I didn't care if Mr. Smith heard me I dropped my stuff on the floor and ran to momma.
She was laying on the couch unconscious her face and neck bruised. Lifting her hand I hold it to my chest letting the tears fall from my eyes.
My mouth dropped as my teary eyes landed on my moms wrist. They were black and blue from restriction marks. Deciding to investigate for any other bruises I shakily stand up.
Looking at her legs she had the same marking from her wrist on her ankles. Her body looked a lot like mine. Covered in scars and bruises new and old, her probably by far worse.
She was wearing a night gown and I slightly lifted it up her underwear had blood and her lower stomach and upper thighs.. I can't even describe it.
Immediately I dropped her gown falling on the ground my back against the couch. I gripped mommas hand tightly the sobs coming out but I tried to stop it as best as I could.
"Would you shut the fuck up whore, I'm trying to fucking sleep!" My head snapped up to Mr. Smith and did something I thought was never possible.
I spoke back.
"What d-did y-you do to m-my m-momma!" He dropped the beer bottle he was holding letting it shatter on the ground.
"What the FUCK did you just say to me?" I flinched my eyes wide and my mouth opening and closing like a fish.
"Look at you. Fucking pathetic. What cat got your tongue slut? SAY SOMETHING ELSE I FUCKING DARE YOU"
I didn't say anything and couldn't stop the sob that came out of my mouth. I stood up quickly as Mr. Smith stalked towards me not wanting him to stand me up any of his ways.
Although I don't know why I bother it didn't really do much at all. I chocked on my breath as he sent a punch to my stomach. Sweeping my legs out from under me my head slammed into the ground for the second time that day.
"You just made your beating fucking worse for you girl. Enjoy" a sickening smile spread across his face his eyes getting a evil glint in them.
Watching him smile and laugh as I gasp air in response to him kicking me in the ribs sent a terrifying chill down my spine.
He enjoyed, loved, craved hurting me and my mom, watching us cry, bleed. He craves hearing our cry of pain it gives him a sense of power something he will never get enough of.
Mr. Smith grabbed my leg yanking mr towards him a piece of the broken beer bottle in his hand. I didn't even realize that he had gotten it.
He straddled my upper thighs pulling my shirt up to just under my bra. With one hand gripping my throat he used the other and started to carve something into my skin.
I could help the screams that left my mouth, or my hands that started to claw at Mr. Smiths hand that's wrapped around my throat. An excruciating pain soared throughout my entire body in seconds.
My body felt like it was on fire, a heat I've never experienced before I don't even know how to describe it.
Eventually I felt nothing just laid their silently, faded static like ringing in my ears. I didn't feel the knife, I didn't feel his hands on me.
I didn't even know that he had stopped until I saw his boots walking away.
And eventually everything went dark. ——————————————————————————— Authors Note: Daddy Stephan for youuuu
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