Ruining Vanessa by Raissa Donovan EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: Raissa Donovan
- Language: English
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Hey, girl,” Slayer says in a faux gentle voice. “We’ve got a guest today.
Are you excited? Want to wag that little tail of yours?”
No. No, I don’t want to wag that tail. I want out of the dog crate he has
me in. I want to be out of sight, out of mind, even left alone in my pathetic
little room in Ntimacy. I’m beyond humiliated, and it doesn’t help that Slayer
keeps circling the dog cage to take pictures of me from every angle.
The dog ears, the butt plug the tail is protruding from, the mitts on my
hands to mimic paws, the collar… All of it adds up to so much humiliation
that I feel like I’m going to die from it. No one can withstand this level of
embarrassment and still survive.
I shake my head slightly, closing my eyes and trying to curl up in a ball in
“I’m gonna give you so many treats. And you’ll show off all the tricks I
taught you,” Slayer says, grinning widely.
I don’t want to show off any tricks. But I don’t fail to notice how he
didn’t ask me—he stated it as fact. He knows I’m going to cooperate because
I don’t have a choice.
The doorbell suddenly rings. Slayer stands up, clapping the top of the dog
crate. “There’s my guest now.”
He grabs the leash from the hook on the wall, the sight of which has tears
threatening to spill all over again. It’s stupid, but I guess the plug in my ass is
worse. Everything they’ve done to me is worse. Yet I don’t want to crawl at
his side like a dog, to be that complicit in my own humiliation.
Slayer opens the crate door and slaps his thigh. “Come on out, girl.”
I look at him through tear-filled eyes. Now that I have a chance to leave
the crate, I don’t want to.
Well, that’s not quite accurate. I’d just rather stay in here than go meet his
guest. Giulio or Damien, most likely—probably the former, because Slayer
and Damien don’t get along. And Slayer had said guest, so it probably isn’t
I guess I have to be grateful for small mercies.
I slowly crawl out of the cage, my limbs shaking a little as I finally get to
stretch them out. I don’t know how long I’ve been in the dog crate this time,
but it was long enough to make my muscles cramp.
Slayer hooks the leash onto the collar, then ruffles my hair, careful not to
jostle the dog ears. “Good girl. Now heel.” He doesn’t even look to see if I’m
going to obey, immediately walking toward the door—and tugging on the
If I don’t follow, I’ll choke.
I wish I wasn’t so familiar with this routine, but Slayer’s kept me here for
the past few days, “training” me. He’d said something about giving Giulio
more time to calm down, but I don’t believe him. He just wants to break me.
We walk through his apartment, which is smaller than Giulio’s, and stop
in front of the front door.
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