Slave Amy: Slave Amy, #1

By Todd Geller

Leonard hates his sister, Rose's best friend Amy.

 

Every time he met her, his confidence took another hit. Even if she had a little Friday-night sleepover with his sister, even when their families went on summer trips together, even when they were just supposed to be hanging out and being civil to each other, she would just never stop with the criticisms, the insults, the stupid little nick names.

 

Until, one day when Leonard got the opportunity to get back at Amy.

 

Excerpt:

 

Every humiliating memory of every old insult, every dirty look, and every God damn day I'd had to spend hiding in my own house fuelled me on. I let the full force of my anger take me over, finally releasing it after years of suppression.

 

This is a story of two young people trying to explore their wants and limits and sometimes discovery can be humiliating but also amazing.

 

 

 

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Todd Geller
• Release date: May 2, 2024
• ISBN: 9798223873419

Todd Geller

Todd Geller writes scorching hot new adult romance novels. He especially loves flawed characters who help each other heal. His books are the perfect mix of heat, humor, and heart. When he isn't writing, he's chain drinking tea or debating which fictional character would be the best in bed.  With Todd's books, you can count on confident heroines, plenty of steamy tension, and deliciously assertive leading men. There are no guarantees in life, but with his books, you know everything will work out in the end. However, a perfect ending would not be nearly as satisfying without a seemingly insurmountable challenge. Todd loves to add plenty of adversity in his stories, creating unforgettably dynamic characters and sneaky plot twists you will never see coming.

Book preview

Chapter 1

Ihated my twin sister's best friend.

Her name was Amy.

When we were younger, she tormented me endlessly.

She mocked me for my skinny frame, my slightly higher than average voice, and for a dozen other apparently obvious flaws. This continued through all the years I'd known her. Recently, her favourite comment was about the fact that I was 18 and had never kissed a girl.

I blamed this partly, but not entirely, on her. Every time I met her, my confidence took another hit. Even if she had a little Friday-night sleepover with my sister, even when our families went on summer trips together, even when we were just supposed to be hanging out and being civil to each other, she would just never stop with the criticisms, the insults, the stupid little nick names.

It felt like she'd set me up as a kid for my life as a teenager. All the way through grade school and high school, I'd been picked on in some way or another. She wasn't always the source of the insults, but she usually inspired them. I was the designated whipping-boy pretty much my whole childhood, all thanks to her. I had friends, sure, and not everyone hated me. But everywhere I went, every new class, every new group of people, she was there. She and my sister were always the among the most popular, and Amy lead them against me.

Over the years I could feel it having an effect on me. I didn't like going out much, I hated meeting new people. I was shy, quiet, withdrawn, and lonely. Like I said, I blamed it on her that I hadn't had a girlfriend before. There's only so much social rejection a guy can take before he just stops trying.

I couldn't understand why she seemed to hate me so much. Over the years I learned that I wasn't special, she just seemed to hate most people, and I happened to be around her a lot. She really was just a bitch, in general.

As we got older, her insults got better. And by better, I obviously mean worse. They went from being general to being painfully specific. She picked up on my cracking voice, my sparse peach-fuzz facial hair, and my growth-spurt induced clumsiness. When we hung out with other people in a group, she'd point out how I got nervous when I talked to girls, and she'd constantly belittle me in front of new people.

When we were younger, I hated her. Like, really hated her. I wished she was dead. I'd grown up a lot since those days, emotionally. I felt that I was more stable. I still didn't like her, but at some point, I'd tried to stop paying attention to her constant hostility. These days it had calmed down a lot. She still never had a civil word to say to me, but over the years it'd been reduced from constant mockery to the occasional snarky remark.

It didn't help that she went from being a cute little girl to a gorgeous young woman. She had a beautiful, perfectly symmetrical face, with big green eyes and soft, flawless skin. She also developed quite large D cup tits pretty young, which made her even more popular. Both she and my sister took good care of their bodies too, jogging together most days after school.

And she was tall. I grew slower than her, and she'd delighted in towering over me while she did. It lasted way longer than it should have, but thankfully not forever. At 18 I was an even 6 feet, and she was around 5'9 or 5'10.

I knew, objectively, and through people telling me, that she was attractive, but I never felt that way about her. I felt nothing but distaste and disgust for her.

My parents never noticed, even when she'd insult me to my face when we were young. They thought it was just normal kid stuff. Rose, my twin sister, knew about it of course, but it was never as bad when she was around. I wasn't alone with Amy very often, but she'd really ramp it up when we ever were. I started spending less and less time with the two them.

I think that was one of the worst things about the whole ordeal. Rose and I used to be really close, but we'd grown apart the more Amy had become a part of her life. By the time we were 18, we were like strangers living in the same house, going to the same school, but hardly saying more than a few words to each other a day.

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It was a Saturday, and I'd woken up late.

By the time I got showered and got downstairs to make myself breakfast, Amy was already there. I usually tried to get something to eat and go back upstairs to spend the day on my laptop before bumping in to anyone, but I'd stayed up too late the night before and ended up sleeping in.

I walked towards the kitchen. She'd be in there by now. She came here every Saturday morning, ate breakfast, then hung out here all day with my sister, only occasionally leaving to exercise or shop or something.

My parents welcomed her as if she lived here. They didn't notice how little time I'd spend in the rest of the house on Saturdays.

I walked in to the kitchen and she was there, eating some toast. Our eyes met and her face lit up with that little look of sadistic glee she reserved just for me. The entrance of her favourite toy, her favourite victim.

Morning, faggot, she said.

I ignored her. At this point, it had been maybe months since I'd actually spoken to her. I'd managed to stay out of her way all Summer, and even though we'd been back at school for a while, we didn't share any classes, so I never had to see her. She'd forced me into the life of a recluse just to avoid her at home, seeing as I didn't have any friends, I was really close enough to that I could hang out with outside school.

I said good morning you little twerp, what are you, deaf and ugly? she said.

A classic insult. Most of these had lost their sting through re-use, but it wasn't so much about what she said any more. It was about her attitude. Her constant, hostile, domineering tone. Her smug arrogance, and condescension.

I was walking over to the fridge to get out the orange juice. I opened it and peered inside, trying to look like I really didn't care about her. And then, on an impulse, I just said,

Go fuck yourself, Amy.

It stunned her for a second, but she was quick to recover.

I'd spoken back