#Babymachine (Baby Crazy 1)

“Sure,” I managed. “Sure,” and then there was a telltale click, leading to silence once more.

Staring morosely into the bushes, my shoulders slumped. This was so strange. So unexpected. George was showing up in NYC after taking off to the far parts of the world to discover himself. I prepared to be disappointed. He probably wouldn’t show. It was nothing.

My heart twisted at the thought.

My mother, my father, and now Mason.

No one cared, not really.

Another round of tears began to fall and I wiped them away with the back of my hand.

But there was no need to hold back in the deep quiet of the park. So I let out a heartfelt cry, body shuddering, shoulders caving in. Why why why? Why was this happening? I was so isolated and alone. The comfortable world I’d created for myself pre-Mason was gone, and I’d never be able to return. Not with the memories that permeated my brain, the feel of his hot breath on my neck, that stiff cock buried in my folds. I cried out again, tears burning down my cheeks, face aflame. If only I could disappear, this pain was impossible to manage.

If only I could become nothing.

If only I could vanish into the void.

Because I was just a big zero, a giant waste of space. You’re such a fuck-up! the voice in my head screamed. Such a loser with no idea how the world works!

And the tears came even harder then, forehead bent over, pressed against the bark of a tree. Because it was true. This was no fairy tale with a prince coming to save me from the beast. Mason was the beast and he had already devoured me whole. He’d torn open my heart with those big white teeth and left me for dead.

How could he do this?

What decent person would do this?

There was some kind of sick game going on, and Mason had betrayed me to a bunch of strangers.

Who were these people? Who would want to see all these photos?

Suddenly, a thought lanced through my brain, incinerating everything in sight. Because maybe Mason had sold my pictures. Maybe all those nude photos were on the internet even now, dirty old men cackling as they jacked off.

Would he do that?

It didn’t make sense though. The CEO had tons of money, why would he want to sell them?

But I didn’t know him anymore. In fact, I’d never known him, to be accurate. So anything was possible.

And the thought of those incriminating photos on the world wide web made me curl over again, stomach heaving, sobs wracking my chest.

I’d been betrayed in so many ways.

Left for dead, with no recourse.

I needed answers, but they’d never come. Not from Mason anyway. He was probably back at his apartment, drinking expensive whiskey with his pervert buddies.

And the thought made me sick, enough to vomit right there onto the crackling leaves. Coughing and hacking, I gave it up, bile spewing from my mouth and spattering onto the forest floor. Nausea churned, green and vile, another deep heave making me crouch over in misery.

Just as I spewed more filth, however, a man stepped out of the shadows. He was expensively dressed with slicked back hair, face in darkness. He didn’t look like a criminal, but then again, how would I know? I knew nothing, that much was clear.

I lurched away by instinct, ready to run.

“Hey Liz.” The voice was normal at least. The figure stepped closer, leaves crackling beneath his feet. “I’m Jonas.”

What? Who was Liz? He had the wrong woman!

Like a terrified doe, I backed away, spinning on my heel to make an escape. But it was too late. The strange man caught me right away, wiry arms trapping me close. He was strong despite a thin, reedy frame, and clutched me close, a musty, decaying smell rising off that frame. His hands crept over my skin, ghostly white in the darkness.

“Let me go!” I struggled and twisted in his grasp.

“Not until I’m done with you!” he rasped nastily. “You’re a slut. Spreading your legs for that overpaid CEO, holding your pussy open for him. How much did he pay you to fuck him? Hmm?” He shook me as my head bobbled crazily.

What? How did he know about Mason and what we’d done? Fear lanced through my body. But the answer was clear. This must be one of Mason’s buddies. One of the guys he’d shown the pictures to. Or sold the pictures to, I had no idea.

Oh god!

I struggled harder against his tight hold, desperate to escape.

“Help! Somebody help me!”

But it was no use and my screams faded into silence. The strange man was demonically strong. With my wrists trapped behind my back, the man shoved me against a tree, cheek hitting the bark hard. One hand pawed my cunt while the other groped at my curves. Hurting me. Squeezing in ways I didn’t want.