Survival

Survival
A novel by J. Marie
Book Two of the Stronger Series
Copyright © 2016 J. Marie
Self - Published by J. Marie
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No part of this book may be reproduced or shared byany electronic or mechanical means, including but not limited toprinting, file sharing, and email without prior written permissionfrom J. Marie.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters,places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination orare used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual events, locales,or person’s living dead, are coincidental.
Warning: This story is for mature adults only. Itcontains violence, mature and explicit content and non-consensual /dubious, graphic sexual activity that some readers may findupsetting.


Table of Contents
Acknowledgments
Dedication
Chapter One – His
Chapter Two – WelcomeHome
Chapter Three – TheRules
Chapter Four –Introductions
Chapter Five – Mine
Chapter Six – Good NightKiss
Chapter Seven – Fight orFlight
Chapter Eight – GameOn
Chapter Nine –Company
Chapter Ten – Reality
Chapter Eleven –Checked
Chapter Twelve –Negotiate
Chapter Thirteen –System
Chapter Fourteen –Listen
Chapter Fifteen –Compromise
Chapter Sixteen –Whiplash
Chapter Seventeen –Admission
Chapter Eighteen – Winner,Winner
Chapter Nineteen –Wager
Chapter Twenty –Midnight
Chapter Twenty-One –Business
Chapter Twenty-Two –Spill
Chapter Twenty-Three – A LittleGame
Chapter Twenty-Four –Branded
Chapter Twenty-Five –Sorry
Chapter Twenty-Six –Routine
Chapter Twenty-Seven –Fuel
Chapter Twenty-Eight –Acceptance
Chapter Twenty-Nine – Tests andLessons
Chapter Thirty – NewBoundaries
Chapter Thirty-One –Discovery
Chapter Thirty-Two –Trouble
Chapter Thirty-Three –Torture
Chapter Thirty-Four –Deal
Chapter Thirty-Five –Crumble
Chapter Thirty-Six –Plan
Chapter Thirty-Seven –Prepare
Chapter Thirty-Eight –Escape
Chapter Thirty-Nine –Chase
Chapter Forty – TheWait
Chapter Forty-One –Recovery
Chapter Forty-Two -Spark
About The Author
Connect with J.Marie


Acknowledgements
This is just a specialthanks from me to you, and not just for reading this story. Bydoing so, not only have you helped spread awareness, but you helpeddonate to a charity that supports victims of human trafficking.This horrific industry is very real and is happening every day, allaround the world. With a little help, we can chip away at it untilit's nothing but a dusty, dirty stain in our history.
I’d also like to thank everyone who supported me inthis. Even if we’re not that close, it still means the world to me.I love you all.
Also a super special thanks to these lovelyladies!
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Dedication
This is for you. For the ones who have suffered. For the ones whohave despaired. For the ones who continue to fight every day tosimply stay alive. And for the ones who are already lost. It is mygreatest hope that you find your way back to us, for I am not donefighting for you...but only you can make yourself stronger.


Chapter One
His
I shook my head slightly as my heart slammedinto my stomach, sure I was dreaming, sure this couldn’t possiblybe real. For a moment, I felt like a deer caught in headlights; yetI really wasn’t as surprised as much as I was horrified by the factmy instincts had been right all along.
I had been purchased by the man of my worstnightmares.
The owner was now my owner.
He was never really going to let me go, noteven to another person. I only wondered what the final straw wasthat had solidified the decision, but I realized it didn’t matter.I was fucked beyond recognition, but atleast, I knew exactly who and what I was dealing with – mysingle silver lining.
The owner glanced at the guard stillstanding in the room and motioned with his head for him to leave.The moment he walked out the door, I felt the chill of panic andterror slowly start to sink in. Everything was about to get realugly real fast, especially with that sick look my new “owner” wasgiving me. I wanted to wipe it right off his gorgeous smug face …with a cheese grater.
“Now, before we go,” he said heading over tome with heavy, determined steps. I stood up immediately, fear andrage boiling inside me as my hands raised at the ready, but beforemy fists were even closed, his strong fingers were already wrappedaround my upper arms and pushing me back toward the desk. “I havesomething for you.” He smirked.
“Get the fuck off me!” I yelled as I movedto strike him, but he just maneuvered me like a rag doll and forcedme facedown onto the desk behind us. I felt my stomachshrink as pain exploded in the right side of my face. He handled mewith much more force than he usually did—not a single hint ofhesitation. He didn’t have to hold back anymore, and therealization made my heart pulse with anxiety.
His hand then reached around my head,clamping down on my mouth and the entire lower half of my faceinadvertently. Tightening his grip, he nearly squeezed my faceuntil it felt like my jaw would snap. I screamed and fought, but itonly came out as a muffled sound.
“Allow me to let you in on a littlesomething,” he seethed in my ear from behind. “Whateverrestrictions I had for myself around you before are now gone, whichmeans if I want to break your jaw …” he said as he squeezed evenharder. I screamed as I clawed at his hand and wrist, praying hewould let go. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t move, and I couldn’teven think. “I fucking will because I can. Because I officiallyown you now.”
My nails dug into his skin, sure I wouldcause him to bleed, but it did nothing. Until his grip finally letup, his hand remained in place, unyielding in his strength. Iwhimpered with relief, attempting to calm my breathing as tearsbegan to form in my eyes. But I refused to let them fall. I couldget through this.
“Do you understand me, Jaden?” he askedharshly.
Hearing my name on his tongue sent a strangevibe through my system, pulsingstraight up my back and plunging right into my stomach. I didn’tlike the feeling. His voice and my name didn’t mix well. They feltwrong, like breaking physics wrong, and it disgusted me to thecore.
“I said do you understand or do you onlyrespond to slave now?” he roared, the pressure returning to my facefrom his reinforced grip. I screamed again, nodding as hard as Icould with what little movement I had left.
“Good girl,” he said and released my facebut kept my body bent in front of him over the