Yes, Sir.

Yes, Sir.

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I feel hands around my throat, tightening. Eyes wide, I turn and see him. "You masochistic little brat." He says to me. He grabs my arm and pulls me inside, slamming the door behind him. "You skipped class??? Again?? Jesus, Tyler! You have a bunch of exams this year! Like, really important exams! You can't keep skipping." He sighs and looks at me, disappointed. I feel a twinge of regret and guilt but I push it down. "Sorry..." I mutter. "Sorry isn't good enough. Playroom, now." I hesitate, not knowing if sex is a good idea right now. But whatever he says, I guess. "Yes, Sir."
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You can read the uncut version of this book over on https://archiveofourown.org/works/61769338 Life could be so unfair, everyone adored my big sister Ava, yes everyone. Ava was the most popular girl in school, she was outgoing, beautiful, and shone like a radiant star. Our parents told her she could easily be a model or anything she wanted really, and Ava with all the confidence of a film star strode through life dazzling all in her wake. She had thousands of followers on her Instagram, Whatsapp, and Tic Toc, and what did I have. Well I had a creative streak and an introverted nature, and I lived in Ava's shadow. The only reason it seemed anyone spoke to me was to get my big sister's attention. I felt like a butler or a handmaiden to a Queen. It was like I never had my own identity. No one saw me at all, until that one day someone did, and I remember it like yesterday. Did I make a good decision probably not, would I do it again, I am unsure. But just once someone noticed me, yes me, and it felt so good. It was good at first, but by the time I had realized the good would never last, the jaws of the trap were closed. I was far away and at his mercy, and yet another stood by me, one who could rescue me from my mistakes.

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