You're Safe Now

Whitney Wright shuffles up to the doorstep, eyes darting everywhere like someone might jump out of the bushes. She flinches when a car passes, sucks in a shaky breath, and hugs herself for comfort. She mutters that she can do this, then raises her hand to knock. The door swings open first, revealing Derrick Pierce with an easy grin. He tells her he saw her through the window and apologizes for the surprise. He introduces himself as Aiden Taylor, her social worker, and invites her inside. She relaxes just a hair, still jumpy, but his warm tone helps. She thanks him, then hesitates—surprised he asked her to his house instead of an office. He explains that home feels safer for people who don’t trust authority, especially teens. She nods, still uncertain but willing to try. He rests a firm hand on her shoulder; she tenses and he pulls back, gesturing her toward the office instead. As he shuts the door, his smile slips into something darker. Inside the cozy office, two armchairs face each other. He takes one, invites her to sit across from him, keeps a polite three-foot gap. She folds her shoulders in, fists tight on her lap while he grabs a notepad. They go over basics—name, birthdate. He confirms she’s nineteen. When he asks about family she shifts uncomfortably but names her parents and her younger sister Emily, who just turned eighteen days before they ran. He seems oddly pleased. Small talk follows—weather, how bright the sun feels after the compound. She mentions Emily squealing over a florist’s colorful flowers and adds that their old leader only allowed white ones. Talk shifts to the commune. She’s still nervous, biting her lip, but opens up once he promises confidentiality. Her parents joined before she was born; it’s the only life she knew. Rumors about Father Warren taking girls to the barn finally broke the spell. Aiden leans in, voice smooth, asking what the leader did. She blurts that he fucked them. He wonders if she secretly wished to be one of those girls; she recoils, denying it. He backs off with a practiced smile, then circles back, probing whether she’s still a virgin, whether she’s ever masturbated. She bolts for the door. He tells her calmly that he’s the only one who can secure housing for her and Emily—if she walks, he’ll make sure no one else helps. He reminds her he controls the notes. Panic floods her face; she begs him not to hurt their chances. He unzips, pulls out his cock, and offers a deal: cooperate and he’ll fast-track their placement so the sisters stay together. She stares, first cock she’s ever seen, frozen against the wall. He steps closer and asks if she’ll really let Emily down. She swallows hard, sinks to her knees, parts her lips, and looks up at him. He smirks and tells her she made the smart choice—her little sister should be proud.