That night I woke just before midday, and to my horror, I realized my dad was already back home.

Back, from where I suddenly wondered. How many times had he been to that club before, while I believed he was away on a business trip? How many girls had he seen die?

Since I was trying to avoid him, I stayed in my room hoping he would ignore me, but I wasn't so lucky. He came by my room not long after I woke up, and asked me how I felt.

Without opening the door, I lied, telling him I felt a little sick and I just wanted to rest. Just listening to his voice made me feel sick to my stomach, though.

After talking to him for a while, I managed to convince him I was fine, and he left me alone.

Miraculously, I managed to stay in my room the whole day, though by the time night fell I was hungry, and I realized that I wouldn't be able to keep up with my plan forever.

The next morning, hungry and defeated, I dressed once more and I dragged myself out of my room.

My dad was making breakfast, and as I entered the kitchen, he smiled brightly.

"Hey, sweet pea! Want some pancakes?" he asked me.

But the moment I saw him, I suddenly froze in place, remembering the smile he gave me at the club. Speechless, I managed to nod and when he returned to the stove I swallowed nervously and then I sat on the kitchen table, as far from him as I could.

It really seemed like he didn't know it had been me that night, I thought, thankful for that small mercy at least.

There was still the fact that I knew, though. I could still remember the feeling of his fingers inside of me, his leering face as he looked at my naked body, and how he had tortured my breasts.

Then I opened my eyes, and suddenly my dad was standing next to me, making me jump in fright.

He was holding a plate of pancakes and a bottle of syrup, and he was watching me with concern.

"Everything okay?" he asked me as he placed the plate in front of me.

Desperate to avoid that conversation, I nodded quickly, and then I looked at the food in front of me.

All of a sudden, I wasn't really hungry, but I started eating nonetheless, hoping that my dad would leave me alone.

It worked, kind of, as he did go away, but he returned a moment later and he sat across from me before he too started eating.

And then, I realized that I completely ignored something. Yes, my dad had been there, in a club where girls like me were killed and then eaten. But it had been Peter who took me, and he knew what the place was and what happened there.

He might not have planned for me to find out, but he knew. And if he took me there, maybe not that time, but maybe the next one, he wanted me to find out.

Was I just meat for him? A toy for his pleasure and nothing more?

As I thought of that, I remembered how he had treated me the past few weeks. I had become his pet, and I shuddered at the idea that it had all been part of his plant to get me to become his. All the things he had done to me, the ways he had called me, all made sense in a sickening way.

"Are you okay, sweat pea?" I heard my dad asking me and I got scared.

"Yeah, sorry... I... I didn't hear you..." I said hurriedly as I wondered how long had he been talking to me.

"It's okay. I was just telling you that I am... I'm sorry." he said a moment later.

And as he did my heart stopped inside of me and I felt myself getting dizzy.

"What?" I said, my voice barely a whisper.

I was trembling hard, suddenly certain that my dad knew. My mouth felt dry and pasty, and as I felt my face burning with humiliation, I looked away from him.

"For not being here... I mean, these last few months have been, brutal and I haven't spent a lot of time with you. I am really sorry..." he said a moment later.

"Ah..." was all I could say as I felt my panic slowly fading away.

It took me a whole minute to recover enough for me to finally talk again.

"It's... it's okay, don't worry too much..." I said as I kept my eyes on my plate, desperate to avoid his gaze.

"Yeah, well... I have been pretty absent and I don't like that, so I was thinking, I can make it up to you, you know? Your birthday is in two weeks, maybe we can do something special then?" he asked me next.

"Yeah, sure..." I said as I nodded halfheartedly.

After I finished my breakfast, I ran up to my room once more and after locking the door behind me, I threw myself into my bed and I started sobbing softly.

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The next couple of days, my dad was away most of the time, something I was grateful for.

We said he was worried about me, and he was constantly checking on me. But I just wanted to be left alone.

I tried talking with Peter a few times, but he just ignored my messages. Even if he had answered, I didn't know what I was going to say to him.

He knew what happened at the club and yet he took me there. Maybe his plan wasn't for me to find out that time, but in the end, I was sure that had been his plan. He had been grooming me.

And I was well on my way to becoming his, I thought. I was basically his pet. He had me crawling around his house, naked and collared. He fucked me whenever he wanted, he did anything he wanted with me, and I always said yes, no matter how scary or humiliating I thought it was.

But, no matter how much I wanted to be angry with him, I couldn't.

I still loved him, and I missed my life with him, despite how crazy it sounded when I thought about it.

He cared for me, I was sure of that, even if he didn't love me back. Was the price to pay to be with him too much? To be his pet, to be used for sex like that?

The time I had spent with his had been the best of my life, and I had never been happier.

And, most important of all, he had been the only person to treat me like a woman, and not a child, even though, sometimes, I still acted like one.

It took me a while to admit it, even if only to myself, but I missed the sex too. Even the parts where he fucked me so hard that it hurt or the parts that should have been humiliating.

I just missed him, I thought.

After a while, I started thinking that maybe we could make some sort of deal. Put some limits so I could feel safe with him, that way everything could go back to the way it was before.

I also wondered what I would feel the first time I saw him again, knowing what I knew then.

But as time went by, I grew more and more desperate and I started to think that it was really over. I would never see him again, I had ruined everything.

Because in a way, I had come to believe that it had been my fault. If I hadn't acted like a child, if I hadn't disobeyed him and we had just left, none of this would have happened. I wouldn't have been on stage, I wouldn't have found out that my dad was also there, I wouldn't have seen that girl dying next to me.

Days passed and turned into a week, and I became even more depressed. I would lay naked on my bed, feeling a burning desire to be with him. I needed to feel his body next to me, to feel him inside of me, to taste his cum once again.

I couldn't, though, and I couldn't even masturbate, as whenever I tried I would grow frustrated quickly and just stop.

Finally, the day of my birthday arrived, and despite his promise, my dad had to work all day. By night time, he was so exhausted that he fell asleep on the couch.

Despite everything that had happened, I still felt sorry. It wasn't his fault he had to work so much, I thought.

I stood there for a while, just watching him sleep. And as I did, I realized I was tired of thinking, of letting fear freeze me. Swallowing nervously, I looked towards the front of the house, and I made up my mind.

I rushed to my room, and after calling an Uber, I changed into a summer dress and I ran downstairs. By the time I locked the door, the car was just arriving, and I quickly jumped into it.

The drive was quiet, with only the soft sound coming from the radio to fill the air, but suddenly I realized that the driver was looking at me.

"Sorry to bother you, miss... But you look awfully sad, is everything okay?" he asked me, his voice filled with concern.

The driver was a portly man with short white hair. He might have been in his late sixties, and he looked like those people that were always smiling.

"I am okay... it's just... I have a lot in my mind..." I said, not wanting to talk.

"Ahhhh... trouble back home?" he asked me.

I really didn't want to talk, but for some reason, I looked at him and I nodded.

"I... it's my birthday..." I said without knowing why.

"Ohhh, congratulations!" he said a moment later. "Let me guess... you are... thirteen years old!"

Outraged, I looked at him and I shook my head in anger.

"I am fifteen..." I said, wondering if I really looked like a child.

Then I looked outside the car, hoping he would just leave me alone. But soon my anger faded away and I looked at him again.

"Do I really... do I look like thirteen?" I asked him, wondering what he saw when he looked at me.

"I... maybe?" he said a moment later, probably wishing he had remained quiet.

Not long after, we stopped in front of Peter's house, and I was happy to see the lights were on.

"Good night." I said before I closed the door.

Then I marched towards his door, moving quickly before I lost my courage, and once there I knocked on the door.

It took almost a full minute, but suddenly the door opened and Peter appeared on the other side.

When I saw him, my heart skipped a beat, and I almost started running away.

Peter, though, looked confused for a second and then he smiled before he took a step back and he motioned for me to enter. After closing the door, he looked at me for a second, and then he smiled warmly.

I looked at him for a moment and then I looked away as I felt my face starting to burn.

Before I could do anything, though, he headed into the living room and I followed him. He took a seat in one of the small armchairs, and I sat on the couch, opposite him.

"Hi." he said a moment later, as he smiled warmly.

"Hi." I answered back, as I tried not to start trembling.

I was terrified, and though I tried to hold his gaze, I soon realized I couldn't and I had to look away.

As I fidgeted with my dress, I tried to think about what I was going to say. I had thought of that moment for so long, came up with so many possibilities, but now that I was in front of him I was suddenly speechless.

Peter, though, looked patiently at me.

"How have you been?" he asked me as he chuckled softly.

I wanted to tell him that I had been depressed. That I missed him, and the sex we had. That I had been thinking of that very moment for way too long, that I was terrified.

But I knew I couldn't, and instead I simply lied.

"Fine... you?" I answered, almost automatically.

"Good. I... didn't expect to see you... so soon at least." he said a moment later.

"I didn't expect to be here... at all..." I said as I nervously pulled from my dress.

I wanted him to say something, to give me a starting point, but he didn't. He just looked at me as my face burned in shame, and then, when I couldn't take it anymore, I took a deep breath and I closed my eyes.

"But... I missed... you... and the... things we... you did to me..." I said, though by the end I was almost mumbling.

Peter simply chuckled, and then he leaned back into the armchair.

"Well, I missed you too..." he said a moment later, before he once again waited patiently.

I knew what I wanted to say, but the words seemed impossible to pronounce. Maybe he would just guess, I thought for a moment, it was obvious why I was there, after all. But I also knew that even if he did, he wouldn't say it.

"Can I come back?" I finally blurted as I felt my face burning with shame.

As I said, silence filled the room, until all I could hear was Peter's breathing and my own heart, beating furiously inside my chest.

"Mmmmm." he said as he took a deep breath.

Then he just waited, and though I had my eyes closed, I could feel his gaze on me until my whole body seemed to be burning.

"Maybe..." he finally said.

Then he got up and he walked around the couch until he was standing behind me.

Before I could move, he rested his hands on my shoulders. They felt heavy, and even without pushing me, I felt trapped under them.

"You know that there is no way things can go back to the way they were before. Not after you saw... after what happened at the club." he said as he sighed softly.

Unable to talk, I nodded slowly, as I knew that much at least.

"No, we can't go back to what it was before, I am afraid, and that is a real problem. If you return to me, things will have to change..." he said a moment later.

Swallowing nervously, I nodded once more.

"If you want to come back to me, you will have to become mine, forever. That means you will have to obey me without hesitation. From now on, I will decide what you eat, and if you eat, what you wear and where you sleep, how you get fucked, if you can cum or not... I think you understand what I mean, right?" he finally added.

I was too terrified to answer, though, and as time passed my mind started to wander and I traveled back to that night once more.

I could smell the girl's piss and my vomit in the air. The smell of sweat and fear from both of us as we stood spread-eagle on the stage, defenseless. I could remember every click of the wheel as it spun and that moment when it finally stopped.

When I opened my eyes once again, I brushed the tears from my eyes and I placed my hands on my thighs. I didn't want him to see me fidgeting with my dress.

"I need to know... when you took me to the club... after... after when we were in the car I asked you if... if you... I need to know if you were planning for all of that to happen..." I managed to ask after a while.

And as I waited for his answer, Peter started massaging my shoulders, and despite how terrified I was, I felt my body melting under his touch.

"I didn't. The plan was to go, watch a few shows, get you to blow me in public, and then go back home. But... you acted... like a child, and you disobeyed me. And I am afraid to admit that I had a little too much to drink, and though not an excuse, I made some very bad decisions, like letting you get on stage without knowing what would happen if you lost..." he finally said.

"However... while that is true for that... visit, if you want the truth, maybe the next time I would have, and if not the next, maybe some other time." he added a moment later.

Then, he finally released me and he sat in front of me once more.

"Now you know the truth. So... what do you say? This is your last chance, you can say yes and become mine, or you can say no, and I will accept that, but that means we will not see each other again." he said.

But my mind was suddenly blank, and I couldn't think. I waited for a few seconds, trying to come up with an answer, but it was just impossible.

Unable to speak, I finally looked up at him. He looked anxious and tense, something that seemed strange on him.

At least I now knew my options, I thought after a while, though both were equally terrifying.

If I said no, I would never see him again. My life with him would be over, and I had already experienced what life was without him.

If I said yes, I would have to submit to him. I had, of course, done most of the things he said. He already told me what to eat and what to wear. He was already controlling my orgasms, and he was the one who decided how I was going to get fucked. I was already his, in a way.

But that wasn't the problem.

What if one day he took me to the club again?

I felt ashamed to admit that I had enjoyed my time there. I had enjoyed being naked in public, sucking his cock as others watched, and the idea of being fucked by other men was incredibly arousing, but I also feared that one day I would be in the girl's place, knowing I was about to die.

Absolute submission, or losing him forever. Those were my only options.

I don't know how long I sat there, just thinking. My mind was a jumbled mess of emotions, but in the end, it all became clear.

I looked at him once more and then I swallowed nervously.

Unable to talk, I nodded slowly, and then I watched as Peter smiled, almost in relief.

"Say it." he ordered me. "Say you submit to me, that you will obey me without hesitation, and that you are mine to do as I please."

I repeated his words in my mind, over and over again, and then, just before I started, I dropped onto my knees and I looked at the floor.

"I submit to you, Master... I will obey you without hesitation... and I am... yours... to do as you please..." I finally said, and as I did, I felt myself shuddering with every word.

"Good, my puppy." he said a moment later, obviously satisfied.

"Now, explain to me why you are wearing clothes in my house?" he asked me a moment later, his voice suddenly serious and threatening.

Terrified, I shook my head, and I pulled off my clothes as fast as I could until I was completely naked.

"I am sorry, Master..." I said as I started trembling.

"Better... but... you disobeyed me at the club, you wore clothes in my house, you need to be punished." he said as he smiled.

"Yes, Master. I need to be punished..." I said almost automatically.

And as I did, could feel my body burning with fear and arousal.

"Come here, turn around." he ordered me next, while he pointed at the floor between his legs.

I crawled towards him as fast as I could, and then I turned my back towards him as I trembled hard.

Peter then grabbed my hands and he bound them tightly together using a pair of metal cuffs. They felt cold and heavy around my wrists, and as I swallowed nervously I waited for his next command.

"Turn around." he said and when I did I saw he had his cock out.

He was already hard, and as I waited, I could feel my mouth flooding with saliva at the sight of it.

"Blow me." he ordered next.

A moment later I leaned forwards and I took him into my mouth, savoring the now familiar taste of his cock as I sucked him deeper and deeper.

I felt an urgency that I had never experienced before, and as I did my best to please him, I hoped that if I did a good job he would be more lenient with my punishment.

Soon I could hear him moaning softly above me, and then he grabbed my head and he started guiding me even deeper than before. Suddenly, he pulled hard, and I felt his cock popping into my throat.

It was painful and extremely uncomfortable, but I did my best to relax and to follow his movements, even when I became desperate to breathe.

And then, as he fucked my throat, he looked into my eyes and he smiled.

"I haven't forgotten, you know. Today is your fifteenth birthday, and I think after your punishment, I will bring a friend over to help us celebrate properly, what do you say?" he said before he finally allowed me to breathe.

"Yes, Master... thank you, Master..." I managed to say in between breaths.

He had remembered, I thought as he rammed his cock into my throat once again. I was excited, of course, but I was also scared because he didn't have to say it for me to know that his friend would be fucking me too.

Peter, meanwhile, started fucking me faster and faster and as I felt his cock twitching inside my throat, I realized he was about to cum.

I prepared myself as best as I could, thinking he was going to cum in my throat like he usually did, but just before he came, he pulled back and he aimed his cock at my face.

Surprised, I barely had enough time to open my mouth, and as I did he finally came, shooting his cum on my face. By the time he was finished, my face was covered in it.

It felt hot and sticky, and as it dripped down my face, I felt strangely disappointed that he hadn't cummed in my mouth. I still didn't like when he came in my mouth, and though I wanted to clean myself, I knew I couldn't.

Instead, I knelt on the ground as I looked into his eyes while I tried to recover my breath.

"Thank you, Master..." I said as I felt my face burning brightly.

Then Peter knelt next to me and he started caressing my neck with his hand.

"You are welcome, my puppy. Now remember, don't embarrass me in front of my friend...." he said.

And as he did, I nodded quickly, terrified once again.

"Now, don't move. I will be right back." he said before he got up and then he left.

The wait, until he returned, was horrible. I could feel his cum drying on my face and then it started itching. I wanted nothing more than to be able to clean myself, but I also knew it wasn't in his plans.

Then he returned, holding a wooden sawhorse under his arms. It had a piece of angle iron bolted to the beam, forming a V that pointed up, and as I watched him set it down in the center of the room, I started trembling once more.

Peter knelt next to me once more, and he used a length of rope to tie my ankles to my thighs. He worked slowly and methodically, and as he did I could see him smiling.

Once that was done, he unlocked my cuffs and then he tied my wrists and my elbows together. Once it was done, I couldn't move them at all.

The ropes were tight, though, and soon I could feel my hands and feet tingling as the rope cut off the blood flow to them, something that worried me.

Peter, though, stood up and then he looked at me. He looked satisfied, and a moment later he turned around to look at the sawhorse, and then he nodded to himself.

"Are you ready?" he asked me a moment later.

Terrified as I was and even though I didn't even know what awaited me, I nodded slowly.

Then he leaned down and he picked me up before he carried me to the sawhorse.

As I trembled in fear, he held me over the beam, with my legs at either side of the beam, and then he lowered me until I was sitting on the angle iron.

I winced almost instantly, at first from the cold iron touching my sex, and then when I felt my whole weight resting on my crotch.

Desperate, to escape, I clamped my thighs as hard as I could, and though I managed to lessen the pressure a little, I quickly realized that I wasn't going to be able to do that for long.

Almost desperate, I looked at Peter, pleading silently for his mercy, but I found none.

Instead, he took a deep breath, and after one last look, he simply turned around and he left.

As he disappeared, I looked around in panic, trying to find anything that would help, but there was nothing in reach.

Closing my eyes, I tried to relax my body as I squeezed my thighs as hard as I could. It helped, but I soon became tired and then my legs started to cramp painfully.

Defeated, I had no choice but to let go, and when I did my whole weight rested on my crotch once more.

At first, it wasn't so bad, I told myself. It hurt, but I could manage it. But as time went on my cunt started tingling painfully and then my ass. Soon I could feel my clit being crushed under me and not long after that tingling sensation became an agony.

I tried my best to keep my hips up, desperate to escape the pain, but it was a losing battle and soon I became too weak to even try.

As the pain increased, I started sweating until my whole body became soaked, and finally, as my agony overcame me, I started sobbing weakly.

Time seemed to slow down and I started praying for Peter to return, but he didn't. Desperate, and as I felt myself drowning in pain, I closed my eyes.

"I am sorry, Master... I deserve this..." I said, my voice barely a whisper.

Thinking became impossible, and all I could feel was pain. I was moaning loudly, my body ached horribly and I was dripping with sweat. Soon I couldn't even talk, and my prayers became muddled and incomprehensible.

In my agony, I started fearing my body would just split in two and the idea filled me with renewed horror.

Soon I lost all sense of time, and my whole existence became pain. I don't know how long I stayed like that. It could have been minutes or hours, but it didn't really matter, I knew I deserved it.

And then, finally, after what had felt like an eternity, I opened up my eyes and I saw Peter.

He was standing next to me, looking concerned.

"I am sorry..." I mumbled as spit dribbled down my chest.

"Shhhhh..." was his only response.

Then I felt his arms around me and he lifted me into the air before he carried me carefully to the couch.

It was over, I thought euphorically, but I was wrong.

A moment later blood rushed back to my crotch and I discovered a new level of agony. I started screaming hoarsely while Peter held me down, and I only stopped when my throat became too raw to continue.

It's too much, I thought, fearing that my heart would just give up.

But it didn't, and after another eternity the pain started to fade away, leaving behind a dull, tingling sensation between my legs.

When I opened my eyes I saw Peter once more, hovering over me.

He looked worried, and that made me feel bad. I wanted to tell him I was fine, but I couldn't. My throat hurt, and my mouth was bone dry.

"Shhhh..." he said once more and then he finally released me.

A moment later he untied me, and as blood rushed to my arms and legs it hurt too, but nothing compared to the agony I had felt before.

Once I was free, I curled up into a ball and I just laid on the couch, enjoying the cold sensation under my body.

"You did well..." I heard Peter whispering into my ear a moment later. "I am very proud of you."

And as I heard him saying those words, I smiled with pride.

"Thank you, Master." I said, my voice barely audible.

And as I did, I thought to myself that I was his, fully his, and though the idea was terrifying, it also filled me with joy.

"Rest, you have a long night ahead of you, my puppy." he said a moment later as he caressed my hair.

Too tired to speak, I simply nodded, and then I was gone.

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