Chapter Five
Two weeks.
Two weeks of constant torture. Of wanting to end it all.
Two. f*****g. Weeks.
He rapes me every time we’re alone. No longer just in the evening, but sometimes he’ll visit me at work and take me in my office. When I refuse he’ll force me to my knees, shove his c**k inside my mouth, and make me suck him off and swallow all of his come.
Most of all? He loves playing mind games. So today I’m going to make him an enticing offer to let me escape.
I’ll ask him for time. Two days to try and escape him and if he finds me- I’ll tell him that I’ll let him do whatever he wants with me.
Punish me in any way.
But he won’t find me. There’s no way he will be able to. I’m going to use a hiding spot my ancestors used, in Russia. It’s a mansion that nobody knows about, built o
