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I stared up at the house I had loved for years, the place where we had raised our children, the place I had shared with the love of my life. Now, that person, who had been my husband, had sold me as a sex slave.
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I washed and scrubbed until the water became cold. Finally, shivering, I turned off the shower and got. I dried, looking at myself in the mirror. Had I changed? Visibly, there was very little sign of my transformation, only a bruise here and there from when Steven had been too aggressive.
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The mirror lied and hid the reality. I was no longer the Looklng that had looked into this mirror twenty-four hours ago. That old Julie was gone. I put on a robe, pulled my hair into a scrunchy and walked.
I was who I. It was too late to go back. Fifteen minutes later, I was in the kitchen cooking breakfast.
The scent of bacon filled the house and must have attracted the resident carnivore. Dave stumbled in, wearing only his boxers, his hair a disheveled mess, and looking as if he had been drinking hard all night.
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Chrissy sat down and mee! eating, grinning ear-to-ear. I looked at Dave, who was still standing. I will miss you girls terribly, but will do everything I can to make it up to you. I guess he couldn't take the heat in the kitchen. When the girls finished eating, I gathered up their plates. I'll be at the school to pick you up today too, so don't ride the bus.
I cleaned up the kitchen, and a few minutes later, Marrisd showed up. I needed to get dressed and didn't want to look at Dave's face. It made me want to vomit. Chapter 6 I arrived home from dropping off the girls at school and found Dave waiting for me at the kitchen table.
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As soon as I came in from the garage, he held up the glass I'd used for my emergency screwdriver. He swallowed hard and looked.
I poured myself a mug of coffee and sat down across from him at the table. I was trying to help us! You did this for you!
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You got a big bonus and a big pay raise. You got the job you've always wanted. You dating tg me out and made a whore out of your wife for a promotion! You knew what the job was really about! You knew he'd make me his slut! And you did it anyway!
You're a white collar pimp, and your wife is nothing more than a high-priced prostitute. You knew that as his new assistant, I would be Steven's complete and total sex toy. Didn't you?
I could tell by the look on his face that he knew. He didn't reply, so I demanded an answer. Her husband freaked out over it, and she left the company. That's why the job became open. Dave nodded, looking down into his coffee. If looks could kill, Dave would have fallen over dead. You're aand pathetic pimp and a worm.
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