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“How much do you want me to fuck your mouth?” I demand, causing Maisie to growl back at me impatiently. This girl is used to getting her own way and right now I’m stopping her from getting what she wants. I smirk as she bites her bottom lip as I slide my hand up and down my shaft, my chest tightening as another whimper falls from her mouth.
Music to my fucking ears… and dick.
I throw my head back and succumb to the moment. Surrendering all control. A rarity where I’m able to forget who I am. To forget what’s expected of me. Losing myself in pussy is the perfect mind block on the impending shitstorm swirling closer.
A sharp hiss escapes me as Maisie cups my balls, her manicured nails grazing along my sack before the heat of her tongue swirls around my tip. I fist her hair as she wraps her lips around me, sucking me in, all the way to the back of her greedy throat. Pulling her head back so I can take one final look at her, “You love it when I fuck your mouth, you dirty slut.” She moans as I thrust my hips, guiding her head back and forth, building up my perfect rhythm.
Her power trip is over and she sure as hell knows it too. Her moment of control gone, like it never fucking existed, but this deluded bitch is more than happy to take it. She’ll take me anyway she can. Foolishly thinking she’s capable of solving all my problems with the flick of her tongue.
Pussy won’t solve your problems, kiddo… but it sure helps ease the burden.
The devil’s words sound loud and clear in my mind, and he’s right. Whether I want to believe him or not, that motherfucker is always right. The truth is, it doesn’t matter what Maisie does or doesn’t do to my dick, after speaking to Matteo I’m pumped. Filled with restless energy. I’m too far gone. Charged with adrenaline, knowing my endgame is in sight. I’m one step closer, and I’m fucking here for it.
I feel my release getting close and I thrust harder, Maisie choking beneath me, but that spurs me on some more. I fuck her mouth, hard and unapologetic, before stilling as I erupt.
“Swallow it. All of it, you dirty little bitch.” I demand through gritted teeth, my heart pounding in my chest.
Using my words of encouragement, Maisie does as she’s told. The greedy bitch devours every last fucking drop, drowning in my praise.
PHOENIX
I’m still none the wiser as to why I can’t stay in Braxton. Melanie tried palming me off with some bullshit excuse about my safety. The truth is I’ve never been safe in Braxton. Physically or mentally. I’ve always lived in fear, knowing that when the sun goes down the monsters will come out of the darkness and hurt me some more.
I never knew any different, and until now I was raised to think it was normal. That I was there for their sick and twisted pleasure. Fuck, how wrong I was. It’ll take me a while to adjust to this new life, but I said I’d give it a try.
I’ll be honest. The past week has gone by in an emotional blur. Each day is the same as the one before. I chose to close my mind. Deciding it was easier to shut out everything that had happened and what was happening—the way I always do when life gets hard. Unbearable. Refusing to acknowledge the drama. Not giving power to the trauma.
It turns out as I played dumb, everything I thought I knew was all a lie. Lies which in turn ended up in me losing everything—including myself; or what little was left of me.
My home, my friends, my life; all no longer mine.
A vivid reminder of why I’m currently trapped in the back of a hurst, dancing with death as my driver tries and fails to navigate the long, treacherous roads leading to Stonebrooke. A small town on the outskirts of Braxton, hidden deep in the forest. It’s not too far from home, but at the same time it feels like a lifetime away.
With each sharp, grueling turn and unexpected slam of the brakes, I’m beginning to feel like maybe this isn’t the fresh start Melanie made it out to be. No, I’m sure this is actually where I’ve come to die. A reflection of the sins past down to me, and the irony of my transportation isn’t lost on me.
I’d offered to drive myself. I would have preferred it that way, but it came as no surprise when Melanie stepped in and shut me down. She wouldn’t hear any of it, she probably thought I’d make a pretend getaway and stay hidden in Braxton somewhere, and she wouldn’t have been wrong. But the reality is so much deeper than that. Just another decision taken away from me. Something else I never saw coming, like the authorities revoking my driver’s license and anything else attached to my legal name, followed by endless and no doubt empty promises that I’d receive new documents soon enough.
Funny how I can’t bring myself to believe any of the bullshit which falls from their mouths.
From now on I’ll be going by the name of Phoenix Melrose. My mother’s maiden name, and given she died when I was a baby it’s assumed no one will put two and two together.I suppose it’s the nicest way they can tell me that my mom’s irrelevant. I’ll be Melrose on paper and Gonzales will be nothing more than a distant and painful memory—at least while I’m still here.
Personally, I don’t understand why they’re making such a big deal about my identity. Melanie kept telling me that no one would know who I was at Stonebrooke, yet the authorities didn’t want to take that kind of risk. A risk they still won’t tell me about. These guys love to air on the edge of caution, only it would help me more if I knew what threats were waiting for me in the big wide world.
I didn’t want it.
I didn’t want any part of this, but a week under Melanie’s care—under her watchful eyes, it was enough to teach me that I wouldn’t get anywhere fast by arguing. So, for the first and last time in my life, I did the unthinkable. I put up and shut up, eager to get out of that hideous hostel. Desperate to escape the clutches of their control and see what my new life had in store for me.
I’ll admit, a small foreign part of me is a little excited. Buzzed by the prospect of starting over again. I don’t need to hide anymore. I can be whoever the fuck I want to be—with zero judgment. And if Stonebrooke is going to become my prison then I’m going to do everything I can, determined to make it count while enjoying every second of my sentence.
The sun begins to set as we continue to drive out of town, straight into the mouth of the dense forest which separates the two towns, dimming my visibility.
The weather has turned. Ice cold just like my hollow heart, enhanced by the broken seals around the rattling windows, allowing the crisp October air to creep in, seeping deep into my bones. My teeth chatter uncontrollably, forcing me to pull my black leather jacket tight around my body, but it does nothing to help. I guess I’ve only got myself to blame, but in my defense; when I slipped into my playsuit and converse this morning, I didn’t think I’d be going anywhere. I was adamant I wasn’t leaving, but that was before the offer of Stonebrooke was thrown into the mix.
The only light comes from the dim headlights as we crawl at a snail’s pace through the tall trees, concealing us deep in the shadows, proving to be pretty irresolute by this point.
“Hey… excuse me,” I call out to the front. “Any idea of an ETA?” We should be there already. I feel like he’s been driving around in circles for hours. It’s probably only been about thirty minutes at best, but being closed in, in such a confined space isn’t doing my mental health any favors right now.
He doesn’t answer me. He remains mute, just the same throughout our long ass journey so far. Obviously, his main goal is to dice with death, playing an unforgivable game of roulette with my life as he bumps around over the rocky and unapologetic terrain. One wrong move and all this… this stupid plan to keep me safe, designed to protect me… it would all have been for nothing.
