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    “Mia, get down on all fours, like a dog. That’s a good girl. Okay, come on over here girl. That’s it. Come on over here and let me pat your head like a good dog.”
    Mia came over and he handed her a leather dog collar.
    “Put it on. That’s a good bitch. Would you like a bone, Mia? Here I have one you can gnaw on. Come and get it.”
    Mia had no choice but to give him a blow job. His uncircumcised cock stank, it tasted dirty, and made her want to retch. He held her by the hair, forcing her mouth downward on his cock. Each thrust, moving his cock further down her throat until triggering a gag reflex.
    “You puke in my lap little dog and I guaran-fuckin-tee you’ll lap it up.”
    He wasted no time and shot off a load of cum down her throat. It tasted rancid.
    “Thank you, that was very good, and because you’re such a sweet little dog, I’m going to reward you.”
    He snapped a leash onto the collar and started dragging her towards the kitchen.
    “A nice big bowl of dog food, just for you...”
     

“Our life always expresses the result of our dominant thoughts.”
     
    Soren Kierkegaard
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 12
     
    Mia got home and her husband was already there.
     
    For once, he didn’t seem too concerned about the undone chores. He was sitting in his chair, drinking a beer, watching a game. He barely glanced up at her when she came in.
    “How are you feeling today, Mia?” he asked, in a tone which was the picture of concern.
    “Good. I’m fine.”
    “That’s so good to hear. And did you have a nice afternoon?”
    “Yes. I did what you said.”
    “That’s also good to hear.” He went back to his game.
     
    It was painful to move. After having her ass brutalized by her husband the night before, then whipped by her boss, she was sore. She knew her ass was leaking blood. She could feel it seep into the back of her panties.
    She walked into the bathroom and started running a bath. She could smell Gilheart’s house in her hair and still taste his rancid cum in the back of her throat.
    She took her time brushing her teeth while the bath was running. The resulting steam and fog from the hot water enveloped her, wrapped her in its cocoon and made her feel safe. She gargled with Listerine to get the taste of his cock out of her mouth, but it still remained. She took off her clothes. She felt like burning them. Her panties, she threw away.
    Mia eased into the hot water, wincing, then settled into the heat. She looked down at her legs and torso. There were red welts and scratch marks all over her. She wouldn’t be wearing any dresses for a while. Long sleeve blouses were in her future. Her breasts were bruised and she knew wearing a bra would be painful. She lay in the bath, soaking a long while. Then scrubbed her hair, getting the smell out.
    She finished her bath and dried herself off with a long towel. The towel was clean, fresh and felt good. She used one for her hair, wrapping it up turban style and another she draped around her thin body, tucking it in next to her breasts.
    When she came out of the bathroom, her husband was gone. No word or note to tell her when he was coming back. She decided she didn’t care and made herself something to eat.
    There was a new feeling in her today. It was a small ember of rage. Rage at her husband and rage at his abuse. She watched TV and heard other women talking and knew this wasn’t the way most men acted. Why did they act that way towards me? She screamed silently to her mind.
    She sat down at her computer and turned it on. Drying her hair with the towel as she waited for it to warm up. She opened her email and saw a message from her pen pal. She smiled to herself. She still hadn’t told him she was going to be published, and she knew he would be pleased. So she started an email to him.
     
    You’re not going to believe this, but my novel got accepted! I wanted to tell you first. I’m so excited.
     
    Thank you so much for