Possession(49)

“You make my skin crawl,” I growl in his face.

“Or, I can crawl all over your skin. One night. That’s all I’m asking. I will give you these and offer you a way out of here, but it will come at a cost. You’re just going to have to let me know that you accept the consequences. At least you will have free will when you make your decision.”

Yes, but at what cost? Am I so desperate that I’m willing to pimp myself out to this arsehole? Am I so desperate that I would sell myself like the whore Drake called me last night?

“Okay,” I say timidly.

“Okay, what?”

“I agree to your terms.”

“And you’ll accept the consequences of your decision?”

I nod my head. “Yes. Can I have my tablets now, please?”

“Not so fast.” Without warning, he grabs the back of my head and pulls me in for a kiss. At first, I try to push him away, but when I realise he won’t give me the tablets, I relent, kissing him back. On a moan, he darts his tongue into my mouth and moves his hand from my head down to my face and then onto my breast. He squeezes hard before tweaking my nipple. He moans again before pulling away. “I have to stop. Otherwise, I’ll push it,” he says breathlessly against my mouth.

He steps away, allowing me room to breathe before giving me the tablets. I take them from him and move away. “I can’t wait to try the rest of you.”

A shiver crawls up my spine as I make my way up to my bedroom. I will need to take one and hide them in the bathroom somewhere. I don’t want to sleep with that arsehole, but I would also much rather go through that than the alternative of getting pregnant with Drake’s baby.

Feeling like I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place, I make my way into my room and very quickly open the packet. I pop the pill in my mouth and sigh as I look at my reflection in the mirror.

What have I become? I’m only eighteen, but I feel like I’ve already lived a lifetime. Closing my eyes, I let out the tears that have been threatening to fall for days. I’m not crying because of Drake. I’m not crying because every arsehole wants to use me to get their own thrills. I’m crying because of the situation I’m in. I’m crying for the lost girl who could have had so much potential ahead of her. I’m crying because no matter what life offers her in one hand, it’s quickly stripped from her in another. I’m crying because of the love not given from parents who should have been there for her.

I’m crying for me.





Present Day


Later on in the day, I fancy a swim, so I look in my wardrobe. But, when I see only the stupid, boring granny swimming costume in front of me, I slam the door shut. I’m eighteen and an adult now. I should be allowed to wear what I want to wear—not what other people are telling me I can.

Thinking about what I can do—because if I don’t do something soon, I’ll die of boredom—I come up with an idea to instead look through my underwear drawer. I know I have a black bra and matching black panty set somewhere that could possibly be worn as a costume. What does it matter if I do anyway? There are loads of people here, but they never acknowledge me anyway.

With my decision made, I get undressed and put the bra and panties on. The panties show half my arse, but at least it’s not a thong.

Once satisfied, I open the bedroom door and start making my way downstairs. Nobody is around until I make my way through the hallway and outside to the pool. One of Drake’s guards is there, and I expect him to ignore me, but when he spots me in the corner of his eye, he turns properly to have a closer look. I notice his eyes widen before trying to look away. I can tell he really wants to look, though.

Smiling, I walk the rest of the way through the kitchen and open the door outside. The sun is hot today just like I hoped it would be. Finding a sun lounger, I drape my towel across it and make my way into the pool house for some sun cream. I manage to find it, but once I turn, I find Joe standing there with his phone. He takes a picture and wolf whistles at me.

“Damn, look at you. I knew you had a rocking bod under all those layers. Decide not to wear the Burkini today?”

I race towards him and try and grab his phone. “You can’t take a photo of me without my permission like that. Give it.”

Joe starts laughing and holding it up in the air. “It’s a free country. Besides, what do you expect walking around like that?”

“What are you going to do with it?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll share it on Facebook and wank to it later.”

“You’re disgusting. Besides, if you post it to Facebook, Drake will find out and sack you.”