For Fillies and Monsters: A Gothic Cowboy Romance (The Trauma Bonded Series Book 1) by Landyn Hill

Author:Landyn Hill [Hill, Landyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2025-02-14T00:00:00+00:00

TWENTY-FIVE

STETSON

April 26th, 2024

There’s cum in my hair for the second time—a punishment, no doubt. Much like the first time, I’m filled with a confusing mix of disgust, terror, and something else I refuse to examine too closely. He seems to be getting bolder, angrier, more controlling, and dominating. It’s terrifying, except I’m only really terrified of how not terrified I am.

I was born into a world where monsters were real, playing the role of people I should trust and worship, and experienced more pain by their hands than kindness. I think that’s how I got my wires crossed; where I developed a taste for the pain and punishments.

I’m not ignorant—I know I should be afraid. But I just can’t seem to muster the kind of freak out that a normal person would; not when I’ve been through so much worse. My default setting is to lean into pain and violence, instead of shying away from it, and I could hate that about myself. But I also recognize that because of that trait, I’ve survived in a life where others would have not.

And that has to be worth something. I have to be worth something.

I stare into the bleak darkness blanketing my small room. Not sure if it is night still, or early morning, based on the sheer silence around me. And the truth is, I’m too scared to roll over and grab my phone to see. Cum sticks to the side of my face, still warm from where he painted me with it.

That is, until I hear it buzz.

Only moments ago, I awoke from a dead sleep, unsure of why, other than my heart was racing and my instincts were blaring like a siren in my sleep-slugged brain. Now that I’ve had enough time to digest my current situation, and no doubt a mouthful of cum, based on the salty taste coating my mouth, I realize it’s because he was here.

I missed him by mere minutes. He may even still be in my house, wandering around, snooping farther into my life, or checking in on Gus downstairs.

Gus!

I bolt up, my head scrambling with the sudden movement, and I viciously wipe at the side of my face with my t-shirt. Scrubbing and gagging, I try to remove the evidence of him from my skin.

I have to check on Gus. I have to make sure my stalker hasn’t hurt him. I grab my phone, not worried about the messages, as I silently make my way to the window to see if I can see a vehicle or shadow lurking outside. Moonlight paints over the fields and roof of the barn, gleaming like a silver streak across a black canvas. My eyes strain, but I don’t see any movement or vehicles. Gus’s truck isn’t even here.

Where the fuck did he go?

I gave him a lift back from the hospital where he refused to have his knuckles looked over or cleaned, much to my dismay. I begged him, rather nagged him probably, and he only grunted and stormed to the truck to wait for me.

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