SARAH
I woke up the next morning in Mr. Blackwood's huge bed, his arm heavy around my waist and his hand resting on my belly like he already owned what was growing inside. My body ached in the best and worst ways from last night. c*m was still leaking out of me onto the sheets.
For a second I felt that old panic rising. This man had drugged me, manipulated my life, and turned me into his personal breeding slut. I should run. Call the cops. Do something.
But when I tried to slip out of bed, his grip tightened. "Going somewhere, Sarah?" His voice was deep and rough with sleep, but already hungry.
I turned and looked at him, my heart pounding. "We need to talk. For real this time. No more games. The drugs, the videos, the other girls. I cannot just pretend this is normal. What if someone
