Blackmailed

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He arrived an hour late because he missed the bus but made up for it by bringing her a present.

It was a butter dish - an ugly one.

Angel smiled and thanked him profusely.

After a beer and cigarette, he began making the food while Angel watched, hovering and giving advice. It quickly became clear that he needed help, so he forced her to be his sous chef, chopping vegetables and fetching things.

As she chopped carrots, he turned and screamed into her ear.

She dropped the knife in shock.

"Why... why did... you shout?"

He sighed and looked away.

"I can't stand to watch you cut so haphazardly. It scares me. I think you're going to cut yourself."

"Oh," Angel melted. He just cared about her.

It made her instantly wet.

"Wanna go f**k while it cooks?" she asked.

"Nah," he said.

"Oh, Angel thought to herself, feeling foolish.

Luckily, she was so high that it didn't matter much. The one she was worried about was Kai turning up unannounced at the door at god knows what hour. What would she do? Who could she say he was? 'Callum, maybe?'

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Callum

'She looks so f*****g hot today, bro,' he told his mate. 'I'm gonna keep dropping stuff, so she has to bend over, man. She loves that s**t, I swear down. I am not kidding you. She's a right dirty bitch.'

'Yeah, right,' his mate Eddie scoffed.

Eddie didn't believe a word he said but he knew it had to be true, he'd seen it with his own eyes. She would place a hand on him, wear short skirts with tights and a see through top with a black bra. Or sometimes she would wear leggings with a shortish top - not short enough to get in trouble like his mate Alexandria - but short enough to see she had a nice figure.

But Callum would not shut up about her. He never gave her secrets away, though. He could never be a grass.

'But I mean...'

He could, though.

He thought about how he would blackmail her. All the kinky perverted s**t he would make her do.

When he thought about it, he imagined that he would show up at her house and make her nervous for a bit. As he dropped more hints, she would start to panic and break, falling to her knees. She would beg him not to tell anyone, offering to do whatever he wanted.

Once she was on her knees, he would gently draw a circle over her lips with his thumb.

Then he would kiss her, asking, 'Really anything? Like... for real?'

She would take the hint and suck his d**k.

When he walked into the room, they locked eyes, and his d**k went immediately hard.

This was a problem for two reasons. He didn't want her to know he wanked over her, and there was a teacher in the room.

As soon as Mr Fatdickhead left, he pulled Angel into the seat next to him and pretended to ask questions about science.

She told him about a guy she was seeing, making him prickle with jealousy. The guy sounded like a real prick.

But it was her life.

Stupid b***h.

He still walked her home, though.

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After Angel got home, she fed her pet kitten - John Johnery. He was a Bengal - which was a cross between a leopard cat and an Egyptian Mau - giving him a silver glittery silver coat with the patterns of a leopard.

He fussed by her side as she went to the living room to check her phone.

"I've missed the last bus, baby," it read from Damien.

"Get Uber - I will pay," I offered.

He didn't take much convincing and was there in less than an hour.

"You live too far away," she complained.

"Move in here?"

"Okay," he said.

"What? Seriously?" she asked with a stretched half grin.

And that was the start of the madness.

Because he did move in - bringing his ugly fat dog and his two mangy street cats with him. Kilton had come from a family member and Derek he had found in a bin. He should have left Derek in the bin to get eaten by the foxes. We all need to eat, right? Let's see how Mr. Vegans are all assholes deals with that one.

She would never say as much. She pretended to love those mangy bastards.

The worst thing was none of them was properly trained. He never took the dog on walks to go poo or wee, so it just did its business all over her carpets.

She would do anything for him.

She got the most expensive broadband and TV deal and bought him a computer and a gaming desk that could double up as a music desk to help him with his "music career". The Guitar thing was the flavour of the week. It could be watches, golf, snooker, pool, darts, any number of shiny trinkets or skills to best other men at.

He would be hurt if she ever said this to him, so she kept her mouth shut for the most part.

He didn't want to hear the truth. Most people only wanna hear what they already believe to be true. Angel tried to keep an open mind - to view things from any point of view.

But she couldn't explain anything without messing up and mansplaining it as if he were a two-year-old.

So she ended up looking stupid.

'Just submit and don't have any opinions,' she told herself, smiling like a lunatic.

Everything was good. On the outside, at least.

In reality, she was living with a guy who tortured her for fun whenever he felt like it, with no regard for her safety. A guy who used her like a walking ATM. A guy who told her the music she liked sucked and wasn't real music at all.

She wasn't sleeping or eating, running purely on caffeine, s*x and an overwhelming need to please her master.