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CHRIS’ POVWhen I learned Judy was trying to leave me, it felt as though the ground had been yanked out from under me. A part of me wanted to believe it wasn’t true, that this was just my overthinking spiraling into paranoia, but deep down, I knew. The signs were there—the quiet distance in her gaze, the hesitation in her touch, the moments she slipped away, as if carrying a secret she couldn’t share.Rage ignited within me, fierce and blinding. How could she even think about leaving? After everything we had been through, after all I had sacrificed and all we had built together. Yet beneath the anger lurked something far more fragile—fear. Fear of losing her. Fear of being alone again. Fear of facing the darkest parts of myself without the one person who made them bearable.When I confronted her, I could feel the words clawing at my throat, raw and unfiltered. “Are you leaving me?” My voice had been low, yet very harsh, trembling with a mix of anger and desperation I couldn’t cont
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CHRIS’ POVThe soft knock at my door startled me out of my thoughts. My mother stepped inside, her presence warm yet commanding as always. She glanced at the scattered papers on my desk, then at me, and sighed. I could tell she had something on her mind.“Chris,” she began, her tone gentle but firm. “I’ve been talking to Judy.”That caught my attention. I looked up from the mess in front of me. “What about?”“She’s worried about you,” my mother said, sitting on the edge of my bed. “I’ve noticed things haven’t been the same between the two of you lately.”I stiffened, my hands clenching into fists. The truth was, she wasn’t wrong. Judy and I had drifted apart, and it wasn’t entirely her fault. My erratic moods, the episodes I couldn’t control, and my inability to communicate were building walls I didn’t know how to tear down.“She admitted she loves you,” my mother continued, her voice softer now, “but she’s troubled by how distant you’ve become.”That admission hit me like a punch to
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JUDY’S POVThe days on the farm brought a surprising calm to our relationship, like the first signs of spring after a long, harsh winter. Out here, away from the noise and chaos of the city, we found a rhythm that felt natural. Chris seemed lighter, more at ease, and for the first time in a long while, I felt like we were beginning to understand each other again.One evening, as the sun dipped low and bathed the fields in a warm, golden light, we sat together on the porch, reminiscing. The memory came up naturally, an old story we had nearly forgotten; weekends spent on this very farm with Chris’ father when we were younger.“I can still see him,” Chris said softly, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “Standing by the barn, telling us how to hold the tools properly, even though we never got it right.”I chuckled, the memory vivid in my mind. “And how he would laugh when you would pretend to get it wrong just to make me feel better about messing up.”Chris smiled faintly, but the expressio
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CHRIS’ POVThe contradictions in my heart were a storm I couldn’t control, pulling me in different directions until I was left feeling both desperate and lost. I knew I had feelings for Judy. They weren’t shallow or fleeting—they ran deep, carved into the very essence of who I was. But those feelings were tangled in the memories of everything that had happened between us before. The love I felt clashed with the resentment, the guilt, and the shame that lingered like ghosts haunting my every thought.It tore me apart. One moment, I wanted nothing more than to hold her close, to keep her safe and let her know how much she meant to me. The next, I was drowning in anger, not at her, but at myself—at the person I had become and the things I had done to push her away.I didn’t know how to bridge the gap between us. My mind was not like everyone else’s; it didn’t follow the same logic or reason. Ever since the trauma that had marked my childhood, my thoughts and emotions had been warped,
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JUDY’S POVThe days after the confrontation with Chris were enveloped in a heavy silence. Neither of us made any effort to close the growing rift between us. The farmhouse seemed colder, emptier, mirroring the distance that had formed. I withdrew into myself, focusing on helping my father prepare for his interview.Three days later, a glimmer of hope emerged—my father not only attended the interview but passed with flying colours. The relief on his face was palpable, and for the first time in weeks, I saw him smile with genuine happiness. Knowing he would soon have a stable job gave me a sense of pride and reassurance.Today, as we packed to leave the farm and return home, a new determination took root within me. Folding my clothes into my bag, I realised it was time for change. Once we returned, I would discuss my decision with my parents—I needed to move out of Chris’ house. It was the only way to regain my independence and distance myself from the toxic grip he had on my life.T
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JUDY’S POVAs I got home, I could not stop thinking about my meeting with Jason which had started out wonderfully. While replaying the conversation in my mind, I recalled how his humour and candidness had put me at ease, and for a moment, I felt the weight of recent tensions lift. But that sense of peace shattered the moment I caught sight of Chris and Bertrand. The atmosphere had shifted immediately, and I had felt a chill despite the warmth of the café. I recalled Bertrand, standing beside Chris. He had a smug, knowing look, as if he had just confirmed every suspicion he had ever had about me.I could feel their stares burning into me, and for a split second, I had frozen. It was as if I had been caught in the act of some grand betrayal, even though I knew I had done nothing wrong. But their faces told a different story—a story where I was the villain, the one disobeying, deceiving. It was as though Chris and Bertrand’s arrival had turned the café into a courtroom, and I was on
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CHRIS’ POVSeeing Judy and Jason together at the café was like a dagger to the heart. They sat by the window, their heads leaning close as they chatted and laughed, a lightness in their interaction that I hadn’t seen between us in weeks. Jason, ever so smug, had that air of casual confidence about him, while Judy—Judy looked content, almost happy. My stomach twisted as I watched them. My mind screamed at me to storm in, to demand answers, but I couldn’t bring myself to. Instead, I stayed rooted to the spot, staring through the glass like an outsider looking in.I turned and walked away, each step heavier than the last. Every muscle in my body was tense as I fought the urge to go back and confront her. Having Bertrand with me felt like carrying a weight I couldn’t shrug off. His presence was more than just company; it was a constant undercurrent of judgement. I could see it in the way his eyes shifted between Jason and Judy, his smirk barely concealed, as if silently mocking me. H
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JUDY’S POVThe days following our confrontation were tense and suffocating. I carried a heavy sense of injustice in my heart, but I swallowed my grievances with clenched teeth, unwilling to let Chris see how deeply I was affected. Every interaction between us was a delicate balancing act, each word and gesture tinged with an undercurrent of hostility. Our relationship, already strained, plummeted to an all-time low, frozen in a state of silent animosity.Chris’ response to our fractured connection was swift and severe. His need for control seemed to multiply with every passing day. Deciding that he could no longer trust me, he took drastic measures to assert his dominance—he confined me to my room. The walls that had once felt like a haven now closed in on me like a prison, their familiarity warped into a constant reminder of my captivity.“You’re not going anywhere,” Chris said coldly when I protested. “This is for your own good. You need to understand your place.”His words stung,
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JUDY’S POVFortunately, nobody was home. Chris carried me to the sofa in the living room, lay me on my tummy and gently spanked my buttocks.“My kitten needs a lot of punishment,” Chris said.“Meow,” I mumbled.He positioned himself behind me and made me go on my knees on the sofa.“What a great view Judy. I’ve missed you ass.”“Mmm… Chris…”As soon as he heard me moan, he moved his mouth closer to my opening. At first he sniffed, as if inhaling my scent which I was sure he had missed.“You smell awesome, kitten.”In a trice, he licked the opening gently and my heart throbbed. It felt so good and it had been way too long that I could feel the wetness building up. Within a few minutes, I cummed but Chris kept lapping on my juices.The more he lapped, the more I cummed. I believed that was why he had kept me so hungry all these weeks and he was right; the time we would be together I would taste the elixir. Indeed!All of a sudden, I felt him penetrating deeply inside and started poundin
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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
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CHRIS’ POVThat evening, I made a point of calling Judy before bedtime in the United States, as I had promised earlier in the day, while I was in the washroom of our campus. Her familiar face lit up the screen, her shy smile warming my heart. She looked tired but content, her hair messy and her cheeks faintly pink.“Hey, kitten,” I said, my voice soft.“Hey,” she replied, her voice light but carrying a hint of sleepiness. “I missed you.”“I missed you too,” I said, the words laced with genuine emotion. “How was your day?”We chatted for a while, her voice gradually growing softer as the conversation drifted. I couldn’t resist teasing her slightly, guiding her thoughts towards something more intimate.“You look so cute right now,” I said, my tone dropping. “I bet you’d look even cuter if you listened to me.”Judy’s cheeks flushed a deep red, but she nodded hesitantly. “What do you want me to do?”“Relax,” I said, my voice calming but firm. “Lie back.”What followed was a slow, careful
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JUDY’S POVWhen Chris finally landed, my phone buzzed with a video call. Seeing his name on the screen brought a wave of relief and irritation in equal measure. I accepted the call, and there he was, his familiar face slightly pixelated but still so very Chris.“Hey, Judy,” he said with that boyish smile that always managed to weaken my resolve.“Hey,” I replied, my tone sharper than I intended. “Why didn’t you call as soon as you landed? I was worried!”Chris blinked, clearly taken aback. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just trying to get my baggage and—”“Chris, you know how much I hate waiting like that,” I interrupted, my voice cracking slightly. “You could have just texted me, even something short. Do you not care about how I feel?”The moment the words left my mouth, I felt guilt taking over me. It wasn’t fair to lash out, but the hours of waiting, combined with the sadness of him leaving, had been overwhelming.“Judy, of course I care,” he said, his tone soft, hi
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JUDY’S POVEnough of reminiscing about last night. I was time I finished showering.The morning was bittersweet. The sun cast a soft glow across the room, but my heart felt heavy knowing this would be the last morning Chris and I would share for a while. Once I was back from the bathroom, I found Chris already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at his half-packed luggage. His usually confident expression was replaced by something softer, more like unguarded.“I guess this is it,” he murmured, glancing over at me with a small, rueful smile.I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Let me help you finish packing,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.Together, we folded clothes and organised his stuffs in the suitcase. The small, everyday act felt like a grounding ritual, a way to hold onto normalcy even as the weight of the impending goodbye loomed over us. I carefully placed one of his favourite hoodies on top of the pile.“Take this,” I said, smoothing the fabric
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JUDY’S POVLast night was one of the best since it was the last moment Chris and I would spend together before he would leave for Italy. Although I was exhausted from the lovemaking, my mind refused to rest. It wandered back to earlier that evening when Chris had handed me a neatly wrapped box, a mischievous twinkle in his mesmerizing blue eyes. I had no idea what to expect, but the moment I tore through the wrapping paper and saw the contents inside, my breath hitched.“Wow! A kitten set!” I exclaimed, my voice a mixture of surprise and excitement.Inside the box was everything for a pet play costume—a pair of fluffy black-and-pink cat ears, a matching tail butt plug, and a sleek leather collar adorned with a small silver bell. It was bold and playful, and I couldn’t help but smile at how well Chris seemed to know me.“I thought you might like it,” he said, his tone teasing but affectionate. “You’ve mentioned this kind of thing before, and I figured… why not make the fantasy a reali
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JUDY’S POVThe start of school was approaching, and Chris had accepted his mother’s arrangement to study abroad. It was a fantastic opportunity for him, but the reality of it weighed heavily on my heart. “Oh, Judy, I’m going to miss you so badly, but what can I do?”“I can totally understand, Chris. It’s for your future, Chris.”The thought of not seeing him for such a long time was unbearable. We had shared so much, and now, with this looming distance, it felt like everything was slipping through my fingers.I wanted to be supportive—I knew this was important for Chris—but it was still heartbreaking. Knowing that our time together was limited made every moment feel precious. We had to make the most of it, and I was determined to savour every second.That morning, Chris had gone out for some work. I tried to distract myself by spending time with my family, but even as I laughed and talked with them, my mind kept drifting back to him. “So, Chris is going for further studies?” My mom
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CHRIS’ POVWhen we had gone downstairs for breakfast, George and Jane were there. While Jane was very welcoming and happy, George was sulking. “Good morning, you two! I made pancakes, and there’s fresh coffee on the counter,” Jane said, her voice as inviting as ever.George sat rigidly, hunched over his newspaper, with the faintest furrow of disapproval etched into his brow. He didn’t so much as glance at me, his focus fixed on his paper as though it held the secrets to the universe.I couldn’t help but wonder if their demeanor had anything to do with last night. While I didn’t recall being particularly loud, Judy’s uninhibited moaning might have carried through the walls. A part of me cringed at the thought, but another part dismissed it just as quickly. If anything, they should be glad that I was keeping Judy happy! I saw how Judy tensed up when she noticed her father ignoring me, whereas Jane was doing her utmost best to ease the tension that had suddenly invaded the whole place
