Escaping to the CEO

Chapter 2 (TW)

(TW: forced s*x, forced BJ, abuse between husband and wife)

"Hello Cassie. I'm here to take you home. Get in the car."

He opened the door for me. Leaned his cheek near me so I could kiss it as I got in. I limped toward the car. I stopped, kissed his cheek like I used to and slid into the seat. The car reeked of s*x and terrible perfume. Looks like he's been heavily enjoying himself these last four years.

"I missed you baby. Did you miss me?"

I didn't want to answer. I didn't miss him. I didn't miss being beaten and abused. I just nodded my head to placate him. He accepts my nod and runs his hands through my hair. I try hard not to flinch or move away.

"I forgot how beautiful you look, Cassie. You were so beautiful when we first got married. Maybe now that you've survived prison, maybe you'll follow my orders and be the perfect little wife once again. We can even try again for a baby, you're not too old. We could pop out a few before they come out all messed up. How does that sound?"

Fucking terrifying. I nodded my head and smiled at him. I need to keep him happy and calm. I need him to think I'll do what I can to keep him happy. I need to start planning my escape for real. I need to disappear from his world, maybe even fake my death.

We pull into a driveway. Except it's not our house. This house is bigger and fancier. Double doors in the front. The house looks to have 4 stories and the garage we pull into each car is fancier than the last. He steps out of the car and starts walking away. I guess I need to get out. He turned and gave me a look like 'why aren't you following me?' I stepped out and closed the door behind me and limped toward him as fast as I could.

He grabbed my upper arm tightly and pulled me into the house. He didn't bother showing me where anything was. We got to the staircase, and he practically dragged me up the stairs all the way up the stairs. All four flights. A giant hallway that took up the entire length of the house with a few doors leading few and far between each other.

His grip was bruising me, my leg was throbbing from how fast he was moving. We entered into the last room on the left. The room was huge and smelled of that terrible perfume and a non-stop s*x marathon. It was worse than his car. His bed was a mess and pillows were thrown all over the room and blankets haphazardly tossed aside. A large dried wet spot took up the middle of the sheets.

I looked at him, and he just smiled. That smile made me shake. I was not going to like what was about to happen to me. His grip released me and I instinctively started rubbing the area. The blood flowing back into my arm caused a tingling feeling and the bruises hurt.

I wasn't paying attention to him. I was very shocked by the room and where he expected me to stay with him. He must have been saying something. I didn't respond. He back-handed me so hard I fell to the ground. I lost a tooth and blood poured from my mouth.

"That's for not listening to me. Now I said "strip and get on your knees."

I couldn't stop the bleeding from my mouth. I took off the dress and knelt in front of him. Blood is still pouring out.

He didn't care. His erection was so hard that I think he could have pounded nails with it. He held my face and shoved his d**k into my mouth. The blood and spit surrounded it. The pain coursing through my mouth made me want to pass out.

He got bored after twenty minutes. To force me to stand and then, with all his force, he threw me onto the bed. His eyes glassed over like a predator seeking its prey. He forced himself on me. I was dry and it hurt. I didn't move. Just let him do his thing. He tried talking dirty to me. Told me how tight I was and how I felt so good. I felt him come in me. I hated it. I hated him. I knew this was going to continue all night.

I started feeling how gross the sheets felt on my back and I wanted to get up and shower. He pinned me to the bed.

"I told you I wanted to try again for a baby. You are not getting up till I tell you."

"I need to use the bathroom."

"Too bad. I want round two. Then you can go."

He started again. Tears poured from my face as he pounded into me, over and over and over.

He finally let me up almost 2 hours later. He pointed to a door at the end of the room and told me I could go use the bathroom. I had five minutes before he wanted to go again. I looked at myself in the mirror. I had bruises all over my face once again, they had just started pinking up. My arm was already a dark purple. I had dried blood on my chest and face. I used the bathroom and tried to clean up as best as I could.

Some time around 4 in the morning, he was finally asleep. I snuck out of bed and went back into the bathroom. I needed to figure out a way to get out of here. I can't live like this. Prison was so much better than that. I saw his phone on the counter. I picked it up. The arrogant bastard didn't use a password. I looked up Anastasia Boyton, my cousin. She lives in Vermont now. I was able to find her work address. On a piece of toilet paper and a lipstick I wrote her address down. I folded it up and put it in the pocket of the bathrobe. I then proceeded to delete the most recent searches and placed the phone back where I had once found it.

Anastasia had a falling out with the family when she ran away from her arranged wedding. I wish I was strong, like her. I wish I had seen the red flags before I was sucked into this life. I made up my mind that I was going to write to her first. Maybe see if she can help me get to her. If not, my next plan was: walking. With 2000 miles and many states to walk through, it would take me a few months. One way or another though, I was going to leave this place.

I walked out of the bathroom after turning the light off. His eyes were on me before I turned the light off and his face held a snarl.

"Sorry I really needed to use the bathroom again."

"You are only allowed to go with my permission."

"Yes sir."

I bowed my head and looked toward the ground.

"I'm Horny again. Come here and suck on my c**k, like a good girl."

I walked over towards him and knelt on the ground. He shoved his d**k so hard it hit the back of my throat and I choked. He commented that, that's how he likes it.

By morning his lips kissed my forehead. Waking me up.

"I'm letting you rest today, but after today you will rise at 5am and make sure I have coffee and breakfast ready before I leave for work. Also, Jennifer, Miranda, and Nicola will be moving in later today. They are your new sister wives. I told them I wanted you home for one night since I missed f*****g your perfect little p***y. You will help them with whatever needs to be done around the house, and you will also be the one to raise any children that come from them as well. Also, mama is having a family reunion party next weekend, and she's very excited to see you again now that you're out of prison. So make sure you pack a bag for that also. I'll be checking what you pack up."

I am not raising anyone else's children but my own, I thought. But I smiled and nodded my head like the good little wife that I am. He gave me one more kiss and left the room saying he was going to be home late and expected dinner to be on the table and his family were sitting around the table waiting for him.

I waited until I heard the loud engine roar peel out of the garage before I ran into the bathroom and grabbed the address for Anastasia.

Ding Dong