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My arms were restrained behind my back and I was naked. I moved my legs and pulled my knees up to my chest. It wasn’t easy, since I didn't have use of my arms.
I faced him. He tucked his dick back in his pants. His white dress shirt was still sharply creased. I watched as he effortlessly took off his cuff-links and set them down on a nightstand, then proceeded to roll his sleeves up past his elbows. His dark hair hung over his forehead and he had a look that made him look feral.
He laughed. “Where are you going?”
My voice came out weak and hoarse, “Please, let me go.”
He grinned at me. His full lips turned up in a half-smile like he enjoyed me begging for my release. “Let you go? We’re just getting started, pet.”
Fucking pet? I wanted to be sick. I wanted to fight, but he didn’t give me much of a chance for either. He grabbed me under my arms as if I weighed nothing. I tried to kick at him, but in a second, he had me flipped around and on my stomach. My legs were over the side of the bed, my ass out towards him. God, no. Not again.
“No! Please no!” I cried out just as he thrust his fingers inside of me.
“Shh, this will feel good, if you relax.”
It was two fingers, then three. Nothing about this felt good. I cried and screamed, but the more I cried, the more of an assault he gave. I wished I could drift off and not endure this pain, but I was present and feeling every bit of it. I felt it when he slid in a fourth finger and then when he pulled them out and jammed his length into me, I felt that too. He was hard and brutal, smacking me in between thrusts. He played with me. Making me think he was almost done, only to laugh as I pleaded for him to stop.
“Got news for you, girl. Viagra and Cocaine. I’m going to fuck you all night, and just when you think your pussy can’t take anymore, I’ll take your ass. I’m going to fuck you in every hole and in every way, and then when I’m done fucking my new toy, I’ll put you away until I’m ready to play with you again. You’re mine. My possession. I’m going to use you how I like, and there is no amount of pleading or begging that will make me stop. You’re in my domain. No one here will save you.”
I felt those vile words too. I felt them right down to my soul. I knew I was lost, so I closed my eyes and cried until I had no more tears. I screamed until my voice was gone. And sometime later, after he raped my ass and did things to me that I never imagined possible, I finally felt myself drift away.
When I woke up, I was no longer surrounded by black satin. The heavy scented cologne was gone. I was on a cot. A blanket covered my naked body and I no longer was tied. There was a toilet against a wall, as well as a shower. There was no curtain. There were no windows. I was in a cell. I realized I was, at least, by myself. I sat up wrapping the blanket around me and wincing in pain. I hurt everywhere.
I tried to remember how I got here. Everything was a blur. I was at the club dancing. I had gotten the picture of Gun. Oh, God! Gun! I hoped like crazy that he was safe with Mrs. Warner. I’d felt funny on stage. I think I saw Gunner. Was that even real? Did he kiss me? I’m not quite sure. Then, there was Enrico grabbing me, taking me. No one stopped him. Did I fight? I remembered asking him why and telling him people would look for me. “You’re just another whore at a strip club. No one will search for you.” I remembered him mentioning I was in my new home. His home, in Colombia. And then there was a sting in my neck and it was dark. Next thing I knew, I was being woken up by his dick choking me.
I rubbed my throat. It hurt so badly. I hated that man. Hated everything Enrico did to me. Hated every word he spoke to me. Looking down, I saw cum on my breasts. I decided I’d try to shower and wash his filth off of me. I attempted to stand and pain shot between my legs, bringing me to my knees. He probably tore something. I needed to wash him off. On my hands and knees, I crawled to the shower and reached up and turned it on. Ice cold shards pelted against my skin, but I didn’t even care. I’d rather be numb from the cold, than feel what he did to me.
I’m not sure how long I sat under the spray, but at some point, the door opened making me curl up, afraid of another attack. A tray of food was slid inside along with a paper cup. I hadn’t thought about food. I hadn’t even thought about how much time had already passed, but seeing the tray, I realized I was starved. I shut the water off and crawled over to the food. My knees slipped on the cool cement as I moved. I knew I needed to eat, though. Enrico was a monster and I had no way of knowing how often I’d be fed. Fed like his fucking pet!
A peanut butter and jelly sandwich and applesauce sat on the blue plastic tray. It reminded me of a kids lunch at school. I ate it fast, too fast. I was thirsty and reached for the Styrofoam cup. Raspberry juice coated my sore, parched throat. I couldn't drink it fast enough, and before I knew it, my tray was empty. I crawled back to the cot, thinking about how broken I felt. Then, I climbed on, covered my naked body with the blanket, and felt my eyes grow heavy and fell asleep.
I woke up feeling groggy and unsure of where I was. Looking around, I realized I was in my cell. My thoughts moved to Gun. I wasn't sure how long I’d been here already. I hoped he wasn't afraid. I hoped he was safe. He must be so worried. I hated that for him. The waterworks began again. I needed to find a way out of this mess. I needed to figure out how to get away from Enrico. Maybe I could let him do whatever he wanted to me, and I could somehow escape?
I moved my legs and tried to see if I could bear weight on them. Pain still radiated, but when I tried to stand, I was able to hold myself upright. Well, that’s progress. I moved to the toilet and relieved myself, and climbed back into bed. I needed rest and I needed my body to heal, even though I had no idea when he would decide to come back.
I pulled the blanket around me and stared at the cement wall. I wondered if Gunner ever thought about me? Staring at the wall, I replayed the time in my life when I felt loved.
You cuddle me close to your body. We’re laying in the backyard of your house. It’s late and I probably should’ve been home hours ago, but we both know no one really cares where I am.
“What are your dreams?” you ask me. It isn't the first time you’ve asked.
The stars are bright tonight, despite all the streetlights. I wrap my arm around your waist and squeeze as I answer.
“That it’ll be us, one day.”
“It’s us, right now.”