Trauma Kink

ARRI

I’ve been a submissive previously. I know when to act up and when not to. Right now, I need to get the fuck out of here, but the only way for me to do that is by getting in his good books.

It won’t be for long, because in a couple of minutes, I will be running for the exit. Well, once he’s out of arm’s reach.

I’m in a dangerous environment and I need to play my cards right or I won’t survive.

I’m sure I made you think that I was interested in him, and I’m sorry about that, but I needed to make my act believable. I’m definitely not looking for a toxic relationship right now.

He may be a Dominant, yes, but I know that he’s a bad one, and that’s a big fucking red flag in my eyes.

The second that his knife touched my neck, I knew that he was darker than me, and I thought that was an impossible target to reach. You may like this man, but I don’t.

I’ve come face-to-face with him, and I know that he’s going to try to force me to stay here.

That’s kidnapping, in my opinion. It’s illegal and shouldn’t be done, but because he has a lot of power and resources, he won’t have a problem with making it happen.

My name will disappear and nobody will know that I desperately need help. I don’t know much about his lifestyle, but what I do know is that it’s a very dangerous one. He’s very menacing.

I’ll give you my honest truth here. The man who my friend owed the debt to was my ex-boyfriend. The abusive jackass.

That’s why I ran straight into this man, because I was trying to escape him. I was afraid of what he might do to me.

I wasn’t going to tell this man that he’s my ex-boyfriend because he will send me back to him and that’s what I don’t want to happen. Definitely not!

“So what happened?” He takes me out of my thoughts, and I blink up at him.

“I was neglected and sexually assaulted by my friend’s dad when I was nine.” This part is true.

Gemma and I were friends from the age of two, but when her dad started touching me, that was when I didn’t want to talk to her.

I remember when my parents forced me to go to her birthday party. That was the worst day of my entire life!

Speaking of my parents, they will go off their heads when they return from work and find that I’m not there.

I have a restraining order against my ex-boyfriend, so they will know that something is wrong the second that they notice I’m gone. I should be getting back home before it gets to that though.

“I will be right back,” he tells me, and I give him a slow nod, watching him walk to the door.

It’s now time for me to strike. The second that I see the door close, I run over to the window and turn the handle to the side. Pushing it up, I don’t take my time and jump out onto the roof below me.

Pulling the window back down, I run along the side to a set of stairs and climb down them before I run across the garden to the open gates. Well, that was easier than I expected it to be.

ARRI

I’m on edge. Shuffling on my seat, I pick up my glass of white wine and take a long sip. My hand won’t stop shaking. I give Thirst a fake smile and she tilts her head to the side.

Speaking of Thirst, she looks gorgeous in her sparkling gold dress. I, on the other hand, look like death in my sparkling black dress.

“You okay, girl?” she asks me, and I shrug my shoulders, looking around the room.

“Not really, no. You know that man who I kicked in the nuts last night?” I whisper across the table to her. She nods, drinking her drink.

“Err, he was my ex-boyfriend. His name is Caponde. He’s the one who left that big bruise on my leg the other week.” I give her a sad smile and her eyes widen.

“Are you joking me? I asked you if you were in trouble when you were with him. You told me no! Is he the one you have a restraining order in place for?” Nodding my head, I look around again.

“The thing is… He’s after me and another man is too. I think he has more power than Caponde though. I’m going to be honest with you right now, I don’t think I can outrun him.”

I brush my hair back, feeling stressed out, and Thirst picks her phone up to message somebody.

“What makes you say that?” she asks me, looking in my direction, and I keep turning around to see if anybody is behind me. I will run, but I don’t think that I will get far.

“I left through the window last night. When I jumped in a bag inside a warehouse, I was taken to his house. It was too easy to get out of though. No security or anything. How did you get out of it?”

“My daddy paid him. He wasn’t too happy about it, but he handed the cash over to keep me safe. He told me not to do drugs again.”

She blinks her eyelashes at me, flipping her hair over her shoulder, and my eyebrows knit together. She got lucky!

Sometimes I wish that I could have somebody who could pull my ass out of the gutter when I needed them to the most.

My palms are sweating, and my heart rate is through the roof. I’m more than sure my blood pressure is too, because I’m feeling light-headed. Previous medical history if you want to know.

Nodding my head, I touch Thirst’s arm.

“Can we go, please? I’m getting a bad feeling. I don’t want to stay here. I know that one of them will show up.” Thirst giggles and wafts her hand.

“Don’t worry about it, Lash. Nobody is going to come and take you from here. Plus, we’re in public. They wouldn’t want to gain any unwanted attention. Look outside, the police station is there. I think you’re overreacting.”

Leaning across the table, I shake my head. She’s texting again and I don’t trust her. The fact that she managed to get out of that situation so easily makes me question everything.

Do I truly know who Thirst is or has she been leading me on? I grab her phone.

“Hey! Give it back!” she shouts. She’s messaging Lora. Passing the phone back to her, I cross my arms over my chest.

“I just needed to prove to myself that you’re not setting me up, Thirst. You know about all of the people who have hurt me in the past. I struggle with trust issues, and no, I don’t think they will help me. Please.”

“Stop being a bore, Lash.” She rolls her eyes, and I lean back on my chair, sighing. I would get up and leave, but I know that they will grab me on my way home.

I don’t like running away from people, especially those who will hurt me, and I believed that Thirst would leave when I’m having a small panic attack. I can barely breathe!

Last night, that man put a knife to my throat. Who would want to stay after that? I was terrified that he was going to kill me there and then, but somehow, I managed to keep my cool.

Why did I come out? I’m regretting my decision more than ever right now!