Survival

finishing his plate much quicker than I did.With him slightly distracted, I took this time to study him.Occasionally stealing glances here and there or simply keeping himin my peripherals, I scrutinized his mannerisms, his build,posture, and the way his eyes squinted when he focused onsomething. I noticed the size of his hands and the texture of hisskin, smooth, yet calloused in certain areas. And then I spottedsomething on his right middle finger that I hadn’t noticed before.He was wearing a wide silver ring with what looked like some kindof triangular symbol on it. How had I never noticed it before?
Darren then looked over, noticing my half eatenplate as I continued to push the remaining food around with mygiant ass fork. He sighed heavily as he stared me down. I gave hima soft pleading look. I really couldn’t finish it, and if hecontinued to silently berate me, I would seriously end up throwingit all up and then it would be an even bigger waste.
“I’ll settle for two more bites,” he said, noddingat me.
Hmm … so the man did know how to compromise, afterall.
I sighed through my nose as I looked back down at myplate. I quickly scooped up two more tiny bites and chewed quickly.The look on his face was not one of satisfaction.
“You didn’t say how big the bites had to be,” I said, covering my mouth andswallowing.
He rolled his eyes, sighed, and stood.
“Come on. I want to show you something,” he said,holding out his hand.
I eyed his hand as if it was a droopy, drooling dogabout to slobber all over me. The thought of touching him like thatmade me want to vomit up the dinner I had worked so hard to keepdown.
“Give me your hand, Jaden,” he demanded, morewarning blaring from his tone as he glared at me.
Reluctantly, and hating everything within a singlesquare inch of me, I placed my hand in his, and it engulfed mine entirely. Pulling me from mychair, I let him lead me through what appeared to be a living roomand out to a patio at the back of the house.
Still trapping my hand in his, I kept up with himeasily as we walked through the grass, even though his stride wastwice the length of mine. He seemed to notice as my short legspumped faster to accommodate his speed but with zero strain.
“You always walk this fast?” he asked with a lightchuckle.
“After four years, I’m used to it.” I shrugged.
He stopped then and stared down at me, his browsfurrowed with caution. “Well, now I’m just curious.”
I shrugged again not knowing what he expected me tosay.
“My boyfriend is six-foot-three. I grew accustomed to his pace.”
I stared up at him, studying his reaction. It wasprobably stupid for me to test him like that, but for someirrational reason, I wanted to piss him off. I started to regret itwhen his face suddenly went frigid cold, and it began to scare me alittle.
“That little confession,” he said coldly, tighteninghis grip on my hand until a sharp pain coursed through my bones,“was a very big mistake.”
Before I had a chance to react, he’d thrust me upagainst the rough brick of the house and forced his lips down onmine so ferociously I could feel them swelling under his onslaught.Driving his tongue into my mouth, it explored and conquered everycorner, and I fought hard against him.
Tired of my struggle, he took my wrists in his handand pinned them above my head while his other hand trailed under mydress. I fought even harder as his lips claimed mine in the mostaggressive kiss I had ever experienced, but with my hands trappedabove my head and his body covering mine, my legs had nowhere elseto go.
His remaining hand curved up my thigh, finallycupping the forbidden flesh between my legs that apparently nolonger belonged to me. I revolted at his touch, furiously groaningin protest as his fingers trailed back and forth over my lips. Ihad never been so grateful to have been permitted to wearunderwear, even if it was only a thong. I was surprised he hadallowed that since it didn’t make me one hundred percent completelyaccessible. Maybe he was the type who liked to rip clothing from awoman’s body. Guess I would find out soon enough.
Finally releasing my mouth, his hand gripped tighterat my pussy, causing an extremely uncomfortable pressure, and Igasped aloud from it. “This is mine now,” he growled, squeezingtighter for emphasis, and I winced in obvious discomfort. “All ofthis, all of you, belongs to me. Your body first and foremost, andvery soon your mind and then … your heart, until the only thingthat remains is your soul, and I won’t stop until I have that aswell.”
“It will never be yours.” I fought back. “None ofit.”
“You seem to think you have a choice in the matter,”he snarled, gripping my face roughly with his hand.
“God, get off me!” I screamed at him, fightingharder than before. “You were the one who said you wantedhonesty!”
“Yes, and let’s finally have some. Admit to me thatyou’re mine and I’ll let go of you.”
“Fuck you!” I spat at him. “You can lie to yourselfall you want, but it will never be true.”
“Do we have to revert to our time in the playroom? Iwill gladly provide you with another insightful session if that iswhat it will take to remind you of what you are and who you belongto.”
I could feel my fight slipping then. Darren was sostrong, so much stronger than I was, and I felt so weak in hisgrasp, like a tiny fly caught in the web of a vicious spider. Ihated it. I hated myself for my weakness, but what could I do? Iwas small, and he was big. Simple and shitty as that.
“Stop,” I whispered, looking away from him. “Juststop.”
I knew I was stronger than this, but at this moment, the vulnerability wasbecoming too much; I felt the tiniest I had ever been. His threatof repeating that session was enough to make me cringe. I wasn’tjust afraid of the physical pain; I was also afraid of the