Summer time

“Shit!” I hopped on one foot, yanking the stick caught in my shoe, then tossed it. Like Hansel and Gretel, I used to be by chance leaving a breadcrumb path—beginning with my footwear.

There was no method I may run in them out within the marsh—the one place I may consider the place we’d be far-off from Callie’s listening to.

What was taking him so lengthy?

I’d made it additional than anticipated—previous the again of the home and in the direction of the sting of the property earlier than I heard Rook’s footsteps behind me.

Yelping, I picked up velocity.

Lungs burning.

Coronary heart pumping.

Arms swinging.

Anticipation and adrenaline surging via me.

Oh God.

Swerving, I sprinted in the direction of the woods, in search of the proper hiding place.

The sound of a stick snapping was proper behind me.

He was so shut!

“Once I catch you, you gained’t stroll for every week!” he known as out.

“Eek!” I shrieked, operating so quick I believed my lungs would simply plop out of my chest.

The person didn’t even sound out of breath.

I used to be going to should take up exercising simply to maintain up with him—I may nonetheless really feel the aches and pains from yesterday.

I clearly couldn’t out-race him. Altering course, I raced in the direction of a smaller-size magnolia. I started to climb. I solely received a number of branches up when giant fingers wrapped round my waist. He jerked me to him, throwing me over his shoulder.

He’d taken off his shirt and footwear, and on his head…

Had been the stag horns from the initium.

I kicked and scratched and pounded his again however it did nothing to him.

Yanking my gown up, his hand went to my ass, spanking it.

“Be good, Summer time.” He spanked it once more. “Take your punishment like a very good lady.” Then he ripped my underwear down my legs, tossing it to the aspect.

Oh god.

I used to be already moist. Burning for what was to return.

He marched me—not again to the home, however in the direction of the again gardens. When he put me down, we have been—on dad’s grave.

“What are you doing?” I squealed, horrified.

He knelt behind me, holding me upright by my neck. “Displaying Douglass what I’m about to do to his little lady.”

I choked on my spit, however he was already hauling my gown over my head.

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