The Monster's Defiled Sex Slave

Bree Bellucci

“No.” Savannah whispered staring at her phone that she had just dropped into her pasta. “He wouldn’t.” Elijah wouldn’t do that to her. She had just signed herself over to him and he had signed himself over to her. Although now that she thought about it she wasn't positive about the

latter. Was he bound to be faithful to her?

“No, Elijah,” she pleaded quietly as she picked up her phone and wiped the sauce from it.

She slowly opened the phone and read the text again hoping that the message had changed.

— You are nobody. You are nothing but a cunt for Elijah to put his dick into. He doesn’t want to be with sluts who so easily spread their legs for him. Did he tell you he’s at work just now?

He’s with me tonight and I’m getting ready to wrap my lips around his beautiful cock. Enjoy your dinner, whore.- Savannah didn’t want to over-react, but she felt her breath quickening and her heart start to pound with fear. She had fallen too hard for Elijah, too quickly. He couldn’t do this to her. With shaky fingers she punched out a text to him; she was too afraid to call.

— Where are you?? Please call me.-

She swallowed and looked around the table; her appetite had vanished. She pushed back from her seat and the chair scraped loudly across the floor. She paced the large living room, feeling trapped as she quickly moved from one end to the other. Her mind was filled with disgusting images of Elijah with another woman. She grabbed madly at her hair, trying to erase the thoughts.

It couldn’t be true. She kept checking her phone, willing it to buzz or ring but it was eerily quiet. Had Elijah put it down while some other woman was sucking him off? Did someone else have their lips wrapped around Elijah’s sweet head, sucking at his crown, pleasuring him until he exploded?

“No!” she yelled loudly, and she clapped her hand over her mouth, embarrassed by her outburst. Savannah felt like a caged animal just sitting in the apartment. Instead of doing nothing she decided to work off her anger and fear. She had no idea where Elijah had been called away for work so she couldn’t go check up on him. This was probably for the best, only God could only imagine a crazy paranoid little girl running into an operating room just to satisfy her jealous suspicions.

She had a sick vision of Elijah holed up in the on-call room getting a blowjob like he was in some bad episode of Grey’s Anatomy. She went into her room, and tore open her drawer of workout clothes and threw on a shirt and yoga pants. She quickly laced up her sneakers and raced out of the apartment.

Clutching her phone tightly, she burst outside into the warm evening and began to walk south, barely taking in her surroundings. She made her way up town towards Union Square. With each pounding foot against the pavement, she felt a deep ache in the pit of her stomach. Would Elijah really use her like this? Was he some type of womanizing man-whore? She certainly could tell he was very experienced in the sack but she didn’t get the impression that he was a player. He seemed way too busy to be juggling multiple women.