Total pages in book: 331
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
But sex? You can tell a lot about someone by how they like to fuck. Or be fucked. In our world, you’re either the Dom or the sub, and I promise you, 99.9 percent of the time, the woman is the sub. And if Eve’s going to be someone’s toy, she’ll be mine.
I run up to my room, change my T-shirt, grab a hat, and pack a bag. I’m going to go see my girl for the second time tonight.
EVERETT
Sixteen years old
The door to my bedroom swings open with a bang, and I quickly sit up in bed.
“Get up,” my father orders.
Swallowing, I push the covers off and get to my feet. I want to ask where I’m going, but I already know. I’ve been going to the same appointment for the past couple of months.
They say I’m a woman, and a woman has responsibilities. Whatever that means.
I slide on my shoes and follow him out of my room. My feet are heavy, and my heart is broken. This life isn’t worth living. Not like it was before, but I refuse to believe this is all I get. And if it is, then I might as well just end it.
We come to a stop at the end of the hall, and he opens the door for me. He always stays. It’s to guarantee that I won’t attack the doctor. I tried once. Managed to hit her in the face before my father grabbed me by the neck and slammed me against the wall. It knocked me unconscious. When I woke up, I was strapped to the table with him looking over me. Afterward, I was placed in a straitjacket for three days—punishment for my violent behavior.
“Hello, Eve.” The woman smiles at me as if she’s friendly. No one here is. “Come.” She pats the table. “Lie down for me.”
I know the routine, so I remove my shoes, sweatpants, and underwear, and then I crawl up on the table and lie down with my arms down by my sides, palms up. This position makes her feel safe. Who the fuck cares how I feel?
She straps my wrists to the table so I can’t fight her, then does another over my upper chest and stomach. “Just a precaution,” she tells me. “You won’t feel any pain.”
I swallow nervously, staring up at the ceiling. I’m always put in humiliating situations.
“Small poke,” she informs me before the IV is inserted into my arm. Then a cold sensation runs through my veins, making me shiver.
It only takes seconds before my eyes get heavy and my body relaxes into the table. I hate the drugs. It feels like cheating. I’d rather kick and scream and make them fight me than succumb to drugs that pull me under and make me weak.
“I’m going to begin.”
I run my hand through my hair. This is why I choose to drink myself into a coma every night. To quiet the demons that remind me every day of who I once was.
How I had no say or control over my own body. I’m not sure what it was she did. Everything was always foggy after that. I would wake up in my room, hurting and sore for a few days. My father would come in and force pain pills down my throat. Just when I thought I was feeling like myself, the time would come to visit her again. It was an endless cycle.
If I were lucky, my addiction would have killed me, but that’s not possible.
Taking a swig, I gasp at the burn and rub away the alcohol that runs down my chin. I sit in the cemetery, like any other night, in front of the unmarked grave with a bottle of Jack in my hand. It’s cold outside. More so than it’s been.
I haven’t fallen into a black hole, but I’m teetering on the edge. The thought of diving off headfirst sounds good. Maybe the drop will kill me. But I’m never that lucky in life. Why would I be in a fictional scenario?
Tipping the bottle back again, I down what’s left of it and toss it aside.
I lie down on the uneven ground and close my heavy eyelids. I just want to sleep my life away. It’ll help pass the time.
The sound of branches has me jolting up. I slam my back into the unmarked headstone when I see someone step into the dim cemetery lighting.
“Goddammit, Kash,” I hiss when he makes himself comfortable against the same tree as the last time he followed me here.
“I went looking for you earlier.”
Even though it’s a cool night, he’s wearing a T-shirt and jeans with a backward baseball hat. He drops a black duffel bag by his feet, and it instantly makes me nervous. Mainly because I don’t have mine with me this time. I’ve let my guard down and allowed him to fuck me twice now.