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on it. It was almost as if he wanted Rhett to hear. Wanted him to know what he was doing. Rhett didn’t know though and when their conversation was over, Taylor face fucked me until he came, squirting his load down my throat. This was nothing that hadn’t happened to me before. But it was a little different knowing that Rhett was just on the other end of the line. So close and so far away.  
    I thought about him a lot between the sex and the pain. I wondered if he missed me. But then I knew he didn’t. He had probably just got done fucking Sarah before he called. Hell he was probably fucking her while they talked on the phone. Like father, like son, right?
    I wondered what he would think if he knew what I was doing now. If he knew just how far I had fallen even since the last time I saw him. I had become some slave junkie. Who knew there was something worse than what I already was?
    “I’ve got something for you.” Taylor stood to his full height and dug in his pocket. He pulled out a little white packet. I stared at with a slack mouth. He’d given me a bump two days ago. It was too soon for him to give me more. He had withheld the sweet stuff for over a day when I first got there. He had fucked me nine times that day. Nine times. I had been a sore achy mess at the end of it. After that he gave it to me every hour for I didn’t know how long. I had lived in a state of perpetual bliss until he took it away. And by then I needed it even more than before. I had to have it. And he knew that. Now he waited until I was a drooling pathetic mess before he gave me any.
    “Really?”  
    “Yes.” He ran his fingers through my hair. “You’ve been a good girl lately.” He smiled down at me. “Take your shirt off.”  
    I complied immediately, whipping the material over my head. He laid the little baggie down on the nightstand and pushed me back on the bed. He ran his hands over the marks on my skin. There were so many now. More than I could count. Hundreds. He had painted me in my own blood. Made me a canvas for his sick twisted mind and I let him. I let him twirl the dark liquid around my nipples, on my neck. All over.  
    “I want you to fuck me this time.” He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his smooth, flawless torso.
    The very idea made me want to roll over and go back to sleep. I didn’t have the energy or the strength to do any such thing.  
    I think he knew this because he picked the baggie back up and shook a little bit out onto the little plateau between his thumb and pointer finger. “You can have a bump first.”
    I stared at the white powder. My fucking salvation. I rubbed my nose and leaned in, hardly believing this was happening. It was so close, so perfect. I was giddy, excited. I wanted to fall to my knees and thank Taylor for this. For giving it to me early. It was like a gift from God.  
    “What the fuck is this?” Rhett’s angry voice boomed around us. My head whipped around to see him standing there in the doorway, looking perfect in a dark blue suit.  
    “Rhett,” I whispered the word. He couldn’t have been real.  
    Taylor took a step back, dropping his hand, letting the powder fall to the floor.  
    “No!” I shouted, lunging for his hand, but it was gone, scattering out in non-existent particles. I gripped his arm. “Please, give me more!"
    “What the fuck is going on?” Rhett’s voice boomed again, but I had stopped paying attention to him. I was on my knees staring up at Taylor. He had to give me what I wanted. He couldn’t do that. Couldn’t just take it away. I couldn’t wait another day, not when I had been so close to having it.  
    “Daddy, the coke, please.”
    Taylor shoved me backward and I twisted awkwardly hitting my back against the bedframe.  
    “It’s not what it looks like, son.” Taylor took a step toward Rhett holding out his hands.  
    “Then what the fuck is it? Why is she naked? Why—” He pushed his way past Taylor and came toward me.