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in the sheets.
    “You belong to me now.” Kyle looked at me from in between my thighs with each of my legs resting over his shoulders. “You are mine. Do you hear me?”
    “Yes... Yes!” I screamed, not caring about Trevor anymore.
    Kyle turned into a pussy-eating monster between my legs, licking and tasting me. My legs squirmed, feeling like 10,000 volts of electricity were passing through them.
    “Say it. Say you’re mine,” Kyle coaxed me between slurps of my juices.
    Without hesitation, I screamed out the words he wanted to hear. Over and over, I told him that I, Samantha Dennison, belonged to him. I wanted to give every part of myself to this man, and I barely knew him.
    But right now, at this moment, I wanted to do what he said—be his sub, learn to be a dominatrix; learn to get what I wanted from those bastards that hurt me.
    I belonged to Kyle, and I would learn, and make him proud.

*****
    T revor was waiting at the door when I came home. Tear streaked face with red eyes; he was the mirror image of how I had looked last night.
    “Sam, you’re home. Baby, I’m so sorry.” He wrapped his arms around me. I stood there, not returning his hug, but not moving him off me, either. Did he not hear what I’d said earlier? I wanted this to be done, but maybe he didn’t get the hint.
    “Trevor, get off me.” He raised his head in horror.
    “Why? What do you mean? I told you, it was a mistake.” As if he only spilled a glass of milk or put bleach on my favorite shirt.
    I walked away from him, peeling out of his embrace and heading for our bedroom. The house was a dump. The floor was littered with bottles and clothes, debris of what was probably another one of Trevor’s binges when he got home. The asshole didn’t even have the decency to clean up after himself, and this was the exact behavior I was upset with. Trevor thought of everyone else except for me and my feelings.
    “Thanks for cleaning up.” My sarcasm was thick as I disappeared into the bedroom. That was the only room that was clean. I tried shutting the door behind me, but Trevor was right on my heels.
    “So you want me gone? You want me to leave, when you know I’m sick...”
    Here it was; the ultimate guilt trip. Whenever I got the courage to leave him, this was what happened. He would say something that would make me feel bad and I would stay. I would forgive Trevor’s offenses, no matter how bad, and continue our dysfunctional life. I was fully aware of his tactics, but somehow, I was helpless to stopping myself from falling victim.
    “You are sick. You are a sick piece of shit, and I want you out of my life.” It was more of me begging than demanding.
    Why couldn’t he just leave me alone? Why wasn’t last night enough for me to rid myself of the two-year headache that was Trevor? I wanted to celebrate after leaving Kyle’s house after finally feeling like I had the courage to leave him.
    “What the hell, Sam? I’m trying to get help, and it was a mistake. I’m sorry.” Trevor started crying, crocodile tears falling down his face. I didn’t want to care. I wanted to kick him while he was down.
    But I couldn’t. We had been through too much, and no matter what Kyle said, I wasn’t sure that anyone else really wanted me but Trevor.
    I put my arms around him, hugging him as he sobbed on my shoulder and spouted incoherent apologies and explanations.
    I wasn’t sure when he became such a drug for me. At first, I tried to change him. Going to AL-Anon and taking him to Alcoholics Anonymous meetings were my early obsessions. Making sure he stayed sober was my job.
    Then his stints of sobriety turned into raging binges of drinking. One day, I just felt it would be better if I joined him. That day it happened here, in our kitchen. I came home to find him sneaking a drink—some small cognac bottle that he was trying to hide under the sink. But I caught him.
    I stood in the kitchen, staring at his face, feeling so disgusted and tired.