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JUDY’S POVThe isolation crept in slowly at first, like a shadow stretching across the floor. It started with subtle changes—a friend who used to wave enthusiastically now offering only a hesitant smile, a group of classmates huddling together and growing silent when I approached. But soon, the subtlety gave way to something more overt and cutting.At lunch in the cafeteria, I could feel the stares piercing through me, whispers curling through the air like smoke. I didn’t have to hear the words to know they were about me. The sneers, the furtive glances, the deliberate way people turned their backs—it all spoke volumes. My tray felt heavier in my hands as I walked through the crowded room, searching for a seat that no one would begrudge me.“Isn’t she the one who…” a girl murmured just loud enough for me to catch as I passed by.“I heard she’s been using Chris for his money,” another voice said, the accusation laced with disdain.I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms a
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JUDY’S POVThe sting of Chris indifference cut deeper than the humiliation inflicted by my classmates. Each time he turned a blind eye to my suffering, I felt a piece of the connection we once shared crumble away. The disappointment hollowed me out, leaving me devoid of the strength to fight back. I stopped resisting, letting their cruelty wash over me like an unrelenting tide. Perhaps I deserved it?In the classroom, they would deliberately trip me as I made my way to my desk, sending my books tumbling to the floor as their laughter echoed through the room. During PE, they turned games into an opportunity to mock me, snatching the ball away at the last second or cheering at my supposed clumsiness. At breaks, they circled around me like vultures, throwing out biting remarks about my appearance, my background, and anything else they could weaponise.“You’re only here because Chris felt sorry for you,” one would sneer. “Do you think this is a charity school?” Another chimed in, their
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CHRIS’ POVSeeing Judy interact so effortlessly with Jason felt like a sharp slap across my face, an icy realisation that left me momentarily stunned. The way Jason leaned in slightly, handing her a drink with that easy after confronting Katarina, casual smile of his, made my stomach churn. Judy's cheeks flushed faintly in response, a delicate shade of pink that I had never seen her wear for anyone else. “Fun?” Jason’s voice sharpened. “This isn’t fun. It’s cruelty, plain and simple.”The scene tugged at my chest with an unexpected ferocity, a hollow ache I couldn’t quite name.From the moment I had arrived at the party, my eyes had been drawn to Judy. She stood off to the side at first, her posture stiff but not unapproachable. She wasn’t the kind of person to naturally blend into the social whirlwind, but she tried, nonetheless. I watched her closely, the way she smoothed the hem of her dress, her hesitant glances at the crowd, and her cautious sips of punch. It was almost second
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JUDY’S POVJason and I were walking together under the warm glow of the setting sun when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out absent-mindedly, expecting a casual reminder from my mother or a message from a friend. But as my eyes scanned the screen, my breath caught in my throat."Don’t forget our agreement."The words were stark, as if etched in steel. My chest tightened, and the weight of the message pressed down on me like a physical burden. My hands grew clammy, and my steps faltered."What's wrong?" Jason asked, his voice cutting through my spiralling thoughts. I looked up to see him watching me with a mix of curiosity and concern, his brows knitting together.I swallowed hard, my mind scrambling for an explanation. How could I tell him the truth? How could I explain that Chris, the boy who used to feel like family, had turned into someone I barely recognised? Someone who held leverage over me, a leverage I was desperate to keep hidden.I forced a tight smile. “It’s my
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JUDY’S POV“Wait here until I call for you.”Chris opened the door and gestured for me to take a seat in the living room before vanishing from sight. Each of his footsteps echoed like a drumbeat against my racing heart.Was he serious? I stood still, feeling the weight of the situation sink into me. The luxurious surroundings did nothing to comfort me. If anything, the polished marble floors, the expensive paintings, and the grand chandelier only heightened the suffocating tension. Chris had deliberately made me wait, each passing minute an unspoken declaration of his dominance. He knew why I was here, and he wanted to ensure I felt the full gravity of approaching him for help.Time stretched agonizingly. The stillness of the room was broken only by the ticking of an ornate grandfather clock in the corner. My anxiety clawed at me, each tick reminding me of the stakes. My father’s career, his dignity, and the very stability of our family were at risk—all because of a petty vendetta.
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JUDY’S POV“I have to go home, Chris. My parents are waiting for me,” I said, my voice trembling, each word a fragile plea.Chris stepped nearer, his gaze as sharp as a predator’s. A slow, mocking smile curled across his lips. “Should I remind you,” he said, his voice dripping with cold amusement, “that you’ve just signed a contract that gives me full rights over you?”His words cut through me like a blade, and the air seemed to grow colder. My breath hitched, and my chest tightened as dread spread through me like poison. I felt trapped, as though invisible chains were tightening around me, and my legs weakened beneath the weight of his warning.The reality of what I had just done sank in, and I fretted, my mind spinning with regret and fear.“Follow me,” he commanded, his voice low and husky, carrying an edge that sent a shiver down my spine. It wasn’t a request—it was an order, and the weight of it hung heavy in the air, leaving no room for argument.Chris led me to a private room
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JUDY’S POVAs soon as I walked through the door, my mother’s sharp eyes fixed on me. Her voice carried both concern and curiosity as she asked, “Where have you been?”"Just stepped out for some fresh air, Mom," I replied, trying to keep my tone steady. But the slight tremor in my voice betrayed me.She tilted her head, studying me with that maternal instinct that always saw through my defences. “Are you alright?” she pressed, her brow furrowing slightly.I hesitated, unsure how much I could reveal. The weight of the evening hung heavily on my shoulders, but I forced a faint smile. “Yeah, just tired, that’s all. How is Dad?” I asked, forcing myself to sound casual, even as my stomach churned with unease.My mother sighed heavily, brushing a hand through her hair. “I dragged him to bed. He just couldn’t handle the shock,” she said, her voice heavy with worry.I swallowed the lump forming in my throat and tried to muster some optimism. “Everything will be fine,” I said, though I wasn
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CHRIS’ POVThe news of Judy being sick had reached me in the late afternoon. Though I had maintained a calm, detached demeanour, I couldn’t shake the gnawing guilt in the pit of my stomach. Deep down, I knew this might be my fault. The stress she had been enduring lately—her constant worry about her father’s job, the unspoken tension between us—it had all been weighing on her.I had retreated to my room, closing the door behind me, and sat on the edge of my bed. A pang of guilt had tightened my chest. As much as I had tried to rationalise my actions in the past, convincing myself they were justified, I couldn’t deny the consequences they had on her. Judy—fragile yet fierce, and so much stronger than I had ever given her credit for—was now sick, and I felt responsible.Without over-thinking it, I had grabbed a blanket from my closet. It was one I rarely used, made from soft, quilted fabric, the kind that brought warmth and comfort on the coldest nights. I had set it on my desk and r
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JUDY’S POV“Punish me!” I exclaimed.“Your punishment is you won’t be allowed to cum.”“Mmm… Sounds impossible.”“You naughty kitten!”Chris kept on hitting me deep inside while I twist my hips to the rythmn of his moves. He tap my butt.“Judy! Stay put! You’ll make me cum too early and I don’t want that. I want to enjoy your pussy,” Chris scolded me.The more he scolded, the more I was turned on. Since I was already so wet, the sound of him fucking me was driving me nuts. He was also enjoying fucking me.“Judy! Don’t!” Chris protested while I still broke his rules.Ultimately, I cummed on his dick and he came right after. Still, I wanted more and I kept begging, but this time, Chris was more strict on his punishment.“Since you weren’t allowed to cum, you broke the rule, now you earn a punishment.”“No, I want more of your dick!”“You can’t have it any more.”“Alright, I’ll fuck myself then.”As soon as I parted my legs to finger myself, Chris stopped me.“Kitten… You have been break
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JUDY’S POV“I am happy,” I said again, slowly and clearly. “With you.”He let out a breath, some of the tension finally melting from his shoulders. “You mean that?”I nodded. “Completely.”Chris stared at me for a long moment before giving me a small, almost relieved smile. “You always know how to say the right things, don’t you?”I grinned.“Because I know you, Chris. And I know what we have is real.”His eyes softened. “Yeah… Yeah, it is.”For the first time since the call started, I saw the weight lifting off his shoulders. I knew, without a doubt, that no matter what doubts crept into his mind, I would always be there to chase them away.The past week had been frustrating beyond words. Chris had been sending me packages, but he forbade me from opening them. Every time I asked about them, he would simply say, “Not yet.” His teasing only grew worse during our video calls—he would guide me, push me to the edge, only to stop, leaving me aching and unsatisfied.At first, I thought
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CHRIS’ POVAfter ending the video call with Thane, I felt like I was drowning in my own thoughts. My mind was a storm of emotions—guilt, uncertainty, frustration. I couldn't shake the thought that maybe I had unknowingly shaped Judy’s desires, that she wasn’t with me out of love but because of some unresolved trauma. The weight of that realisation sat heavy on my chest.I couldn’t go home. I couldn’t go back to the training centre either. I needed an outlet, something to channel this frustration into before it consumed me.So, I went to the gym.The moment I walked in, the familiar scent of sweat and metal filled my lungs. The rhythmic pounding of weights, the faint sound of grunts and exertion, the steady beat of a playlist blasting through the speakers—it was grounding. Without hesitation, I changed into my workout gear and headed straight to the punching bag.I wrapped my hands, flexing my fingers as I took a deep breath. Then, I started throwing punches. Hard. Fast. One after th
