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𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 : 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑙𝑙 𝐴𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝐵𝑒 𝑀𝑦 𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝐼𝑓 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐿𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑑

Next morning, the birds sang their usual songs, the sun shone brightly through the curtains, but it brought her no solace. She lay there, numb, unable to muster up any energy to get out of bed. Matthew was already gone, having left a note on the kitchen table saying that he had gone for a run. She didn't know why he even bothered, since he never came back sweaty and out of breath. It was all just a charade.

She dragged herself out of bed and into the shower, hoping that the warm water would wash away the pain and the exhaustion. But it was all in vain. Her body ached from the emotional turmoil she had been going through, and her mind was still clouded by the memories of Jesse and the night before.

After drying herself, she went to the kitchen, pouring herself a cup of coffee. She took a sip, grimacing at the bitter taste. It was no longer the comfort she once found in it. Instead, it only served as a reminder of how much her life had changed.

She heard Matthew come through the front door and he walked over to her, placing his hand on her shoulder. "Are you feeling better?" he asked, his voice gentle. She wanted to shrug him off, but she couldn't bring herself to be that cruel.

"Mhm." She spoke softly and nodded. "Well that's great then. Sorry for last night." He said and then kissed her lips, squeezing her ass before letting go and walking away. She couldn't help but feel a pang of anger mixed with disappointment and longing. Why couldn't he just leave her alone? Why did he have to keep pretending like everything was normal?

"Hey Matthew?" She called out to him, her voice barely above a whisper. He turned around, his expression expectant. "Can I go out?" She asked, mustering up the courage to meet his gaze. "I just. . . I need some fresh air."

"What the fuck did you just ask me? You know the damn answer so shut the fuck up you dirty slut." He hissed at her, his hands curling into fists at his sides. "You think I'm just going to let you go out and fuck around while I'm here? No, you're mine now, remember?" His voice dripped with venom and his eyes were full of fury.

She flinched under his gaze, feeling a stinging sensation behind her eyes. She wanted to tell him that she would never do anything to hurt him, but she knew that wouldn't make a difference. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice barely audible. "I just need some space."

"Then you get no space." He said and walked closer to her, grabbing her by her hair, yanking her head back. "You're mine now, remember? I own you, body and soul. And you will learn to obey me." His grip tightened, making her whimper in pain.

He pulled her up to her feet, his grip still painful on her hair, and then roughly pushed her down onto the kitchen floor. She winced in pain as her ass hit the cold, hard tile. He towered over her, his face contorted with anger and hate. "This is what you get for disobeying me," he hissed, bending down so that his face was mere inches from hers. "This is what you get for thinking you can just go out and fuck whoever you want."

His hand shot out, slapping her across the face so hard she saw stars. "You are mine," he growled, "and you will remember that." Another slap, this time harder, and tears welled up in her eyes. She tried to scramble away from him, but he was too strong. He pinned her down, his body weight crushing her as he rained blow after blow down upon her.

She could feel her skin tearing, her face swelling. The pain was excruciating, and with each blow, a part of her died inside. She tried to beg him to stop, to plead for mercy, but the words caught in her throat and came out as whimpers and sobs. He seemed to enjoy her suffering, relishing in the power he held over her.

"M-matth-ew I only w-w-anted some fresh a-ir." She managed to choke out between sobs, her words slurred by the pain. He laughed, a cruel, mocking sound that sent shivers down her spine.

"Oh really huh?" He slapped her harder across the face and then pulled her pants down, baring her ass to him. "You want some fresh air, do you?" He spat, his breath hot and foul in her ear. "Well, here's some fresh air for you, you fucking whore." He yanked his pants down, exposing his bare, hard cock. She felt a mixture of horror and revulsion course through her veins as he positioned himself behind her. He thrust forward, forcing his cock into her aching, battered ass. The pain was indescribable, but it was nothing compared to the shame and humiliation she felt.

He began to roughly fuck her, his movements jerky and angry. She could feel the tears streaming down her face, mixing with the blood and dirt that now coated her skin. He held her down with one hand, his other fist clenched in her hair. "You're mine now, bitch," he growled into her ear. "You'll never be free again." He picked up the pace, slamming into her over and over, driving the breath from her lungs.

The pain was excruciating, but she knew that it was nothing compared to what was coming. She felt him tense, his body rigid as he drove harder and harder into her. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the inevitable, as he let out a primal scream and came inside her, filling her up.

He collapsed on top of her, his weight pressing down on her chest, making it difficult to breathe. For a moment, she thought he might be finished, but then she felt him begin to stir again, his cock growing hard once more. He roughly pulled her up to her knees, still holding her hair in his fist, and forced her back down onto all fours. She whimpered in pain as he roughly penetrated her from behind once more.

"M-matthew stop!" she whimpered, her voice barely audible. "Please, stop!" He ignored her pleas, his thrusts growing more frenzied as he took her roughly from behind. She could feel herself growing sore and bruised from his relentless abuse, but she knew that there was no escape. She tried to block out the pain, to focus on anything other than the man who had taken control of her life, but it was impossible.

She stood up and kicked him right in the face, and ran out with her ass right on display, but she had to run. She had to get away from him. Her heart pounded in her chest as she sprinted through the forest, her lungs burning from the effort. The trees seemed to close in around her, trapping her, but she kept going. She couldn't go back to him, she couldn't stay with him. Not anymore.

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