A few months passed, and my foot healed. I wasn’t mad at Sir anymore. But because of my foot, I had become a lot less submissive. I had started to be much more full of myself, and he didn’t like that very much. “Ali, can you go grab the laptop?” “I’m really not in the mood, grab it yourself.” “Allesandra. Go. Get. The. Laptop.” “UGH FINE!” He was definitely done with treating me kindly, I walked to the office to get his computer. It was opened, on a chatsite.
KarolineLyndell: “Are You sure she’s fine, her parents gave up looking for her. They said she’s probably dead in the ocean somewhere,”
Bestinthebusiness: “Well it has been four years. They had to give up hope eventually.”
KarolineLyndell: “Be nice to Ali, well as nice as a Dominate can get. Marcus wants me off the computer now. Thank You for setting me up with Him. Since You took Ali instead of me.”
Bestinthebuisness: “Allesandras’ awake anyways, she can’t know I’m talking to you. Bye.”
What the fuck did I just read. Why the Hell was Karlie talking to him, and why was she typing as if she was a submissive. And what the… Why did she say ‘instead of me’. And my parents... They gave up hope. I couldn’t believe what I read. It had to have been a set up. I wanted to faint, I felt hot and I could feel a lump in my throat. I sat in the desk chair to ease myself. I read Karlies’ messages over again. I felt water build up in my eyes, I curled into a ball. “Ali, I thought I told you to bring Me my laptop.” Kyle leaned over the laptop and looked at the open page. I could tell he was pissed off with himself. “Darling, you were never supposed to see that.” He tried to grab my hand, I got up and walked down the hallway to the front door. I was going to leave and never look back. My family, they had given up. They thought I was dead, and Karlie she was in on it the whole time. “Allesandra-Marie, I dare you to walk out that door. You will regret it.” I had already gone through the physical, mental and now emotional pain. I was in the worst state of depression that I had gone through since being taken in the middle of the night. “I. Really. Don’t. Care.” I turned on my heels, and grabbed the door handle.
Kyle was at the end of the hallway, so if I ran fast enough I could probably get away. I didn’t love him anymore. The pain that he had put me through was more than a 19 yearold should have gone through. I opened the door; it was raining. I was in a silk nighty, and it just had to be raining. I must have been thinking about my strategic plan for a long time because the next thing I knew Kyle was dragging me by my hair to the basement. I was scared for my life, the last time I was near this door I got thrown down the stairs. “Do you really want to leave Me Ali? Where are you going to go, your parents won’t want you. Your used.” His words stung. I didn’t want to have to go through the pain and torture of being scared to move, sleep and eat again. I dropped to my knees in front of him, put my hands behind my back, and bowed my head in submission. “This slut, is sorry Sir.”
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