And that's what you do. Dutifully. Submissively. Deceptively.

Months go by in a flash. Every day you get fucked. It's not always bad, actually it's often physically enjoyable, but you don't forget. Trust has been broken, and this relationship is the textbook example of an abusive relationship. Every morning you drink Alex's cum. Every evening you get fucked like a bitch. And whipped, and collared. They get you a tattoo, then another. You end up with their names on your sides, "SLUT" right over the pussy, "FUCK ME HARD" on your lower back, a blue swallow with a red eye spreading her wings underboob, and knotted ribbons on your slender legs. You look like a slut, indeed. You behave like a slut. And soon enough, you're pregnant with a baby girl.

It's not long before you realize the child isn't safe, will never be safe from those people. That's when you pick yourself up from the desperation you'd fallen into. That's when you decide to turn your life around again.

And you can.

It's little things. Small details. You've had to find a waitress' job to make ends meet, since you knew well enough that if you couldn't support yourself, those two devils would have ended up selling your body out. You've started studying history and chemistry, too. At some point, you've made enough money to afford private lessons. You can't go to University, not with a baby and a ruined school record, but it doesn't matter anymore. You have a goal.

It takes time. All along, you get fucked, so hard. It feels like you're always full of cum in a hole or another, and you've had an IUD placed secretly. It helps immensely. You suck Alex, submissively, dutifully... deceptively. You pleasure them both.

"You're such a lovely bitch, {first name}! I can't believe how tight your holes still are!" says Alex every single night, like a badge of honour, and you smile lovingly as you clean his dirty cock.

And once every Monday morning, you deal with complex schemes on the East Coast, which end up allowing you to buy a terrible little apartment in Detroit. It's cheap, it's ugly, but it's safely hidden from them.

And once every Friday afternoon, you spend three hours with your new friends.