I woke up the next morning completely naked with a warm, hard body pressed into me from behind.

My exposed body was cold to the bone. I must have kicked all the blankets off in my sleep again. Lately, I had been having a lot of restless nights of sleep. I had been waking up in the morning to find them wadded up in a ball on the floor at the foot of the bed. Cam never really seemed to mind, though. His body was like a furnace that was always turned up to high. It only gave him another excuse to hold me tighter.

I snuggled back further into him to steal the warmth and tucked my icy toes underneath his legs. He would normally raise up a knee in his sleep and let me slide them under, but he didn't budge this time. He was probably exhausted and still upset from our fight last night.

I closed my eyes and sighed contentedly as I pushed my body against him. This was my favorite part of the day. Waking up next to Cam had always made me feel wonderful and alive. No matter how many times it happened, every morning felt new and different with him.

Today was no exception. I was going to do everything I could not to let the nightmare I had last night ruin this feeling for me. It was the worst one I had ever had in my life. It was so bad there was no way it could have been real. I had created some horrible images in my head over the years, but none of them had ever gone this far before.

I had dreamt that Cam left me alone with Nathan. I crawled back to the motel room after he was gone and threw Nathan on the bed. I snatched one of the condoms he had lying out on the dresser, climbed on top of him, and shoved him inside of me. I grabbed his hands and placed them around my throat. I pleaded with him to squeeze as hard as he could until I was gone.

I wanted the pain, but I was too numb to feel it. I needed to be humiliated, used, and thrown out like the garbage I was.

Just a worthless fucking whore.

"Morning, sweetheart." A low husky voice whispered in my ear.

I froze when I saw the arm covered in tattoos slither around my waist.

This couldn't be real. I was still asleep. I had to be still asleep.  I was supposed to be in bed with Cam. Not here and definitely not with the person next to me.

Nathan pressed his dick between my ass cheeks and moaned.

I tried to jump up, but my head was still fuzzy and I could barely move. My body hurt like I had been hit by a truck. The worst part was the burning sting I felt every time the lower half of me shifted. It hurt in more than one place. There was no doubt what happened last night.

If the feeling in my body wasn't enough of a dead giveaway, the used condoms littering the nightstand and floor sealed the deal.

There were so fucking many.

I looked down at my blurry body and saw some bruises and even a few scratch marks that broke my skin. Nathan had marked my body to show everyone I was his again. I shifted against the scratchy sheets and turned over to see raised welts on my lower back, ass, and thighs.

I began to tear up. I had no idea what happened after I blacked out last night, but my nightmares had been true. I let Nathan have me again.

"You were amazing, sweetheart. I forgot what it was like to get fucked by your crazy ass." Nathan looked triumphant as he turned to lay on his back.

"What did you do to me?" I asked shakily as I tried to find something to cover myself with.

"You should be asking what you did to me. You were wild last night. I have no clue what Nash said to you, but you came back in the room like a bat out of hell and tackled me. I could barely keep up." Nathan rolled himself out of the bed and stood up to stretch. "You up for another round or two before we check out? I think I might still have a condom left."

"Stay away from me." I slurred and raised my hands up when he started to move closer to me.

"Fine then, you little bitch. Go home and get yourself cleaned up. I expect you to meet me back at the studio in a few hours. I'll call Keith and some of my buddies to come over to fuck that attitude right out of you tonight." Nathan walked over and pinched my nipple as hard as he could. The pain shot right down my body and into my legs. He tugged at it like he was trying to pull it off and then smacked it hard after he let it go.

He started whistling while strutting his bare ass around the room, looking for his clothes. His boxers were hanging over the lampshade. He picked them up and slid them back on. His pulled his pants and a shirt on next as I sat on the edge of the bed, dumbfounded about what had happened last night. I couldn't believe I was sick enough to come back into the room.

There had to be another explanation.

Next to him on the dresser was what was left of his stash. He opened a bag and pulled out a small bottle. The bottle was flying towards my head before I even knew what was happening. It hit me in the face and fell to the floor.

"Take those with you. I'll have some more for you tonight. Go get ready. The boys will be excited to hear that Jessa Miller is back in business." He smiled as he looked down at my crumpled mess. He opened the motel door and left, letting it slam shut behind him.

I crashed back down against the bed, alone and in agony. I laid there for a long time, just staring at the wall. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. I was stuck here, in this moment. Frozen from the inside out.

"Checkout. Get out or I'm calling the police." A male's voice boomed as he knocked on the door.

The clock said it was already 11:30 AM. I had been in this room for over twelve hours.

Twelve fucking hours of torture.

I got up and grabbed my clothes that were scattered around the room. Both my bra and panties had some torn spots on the lace like they had been ripped off me. I went to wiggle on my jeans and cried out when the rough fabric hit the open spots on my skin.

I looked down at the little bottle of pills on the ground. I knew if I took one, I would feel so much better. Whatever Nate force-fed me last night had started wearing off, I still felt off, but at least I had a few coherent thoughts in my head now. I had miraculously had enough sense to maintain just enough of myself this morning to know I needed to get as far away from here as I could.

I limped outside to the car and climbed in. My stomach hurt and I felt like I was going to be sick.

There was only one person who could make this all better. It was the one person who wanted nothing to do with me right now. I needed help and I needed him.

I pulled up to Cameron's house about fifteen minutes later and opened the door, stumbling out. The pain was growing worse and worse inside me as the time passed and the pills began to wear off.

I could barely find the strength to knock on the door.

"One second." A harsh voice snapped from inside. He threw open the door and stared down at me. He was filled with rage and sadness. His eyes were bright red and he looked like he was up all night crying or drinking. Possibly both.

"Cami," I whispered.

"What do you want?" He barked.

I leaned over and vomited all his bare feet.