Page 19 of Charity's Redemption

“Actually, I will take that drink,” I said, holding my hand out to Vito as Luca and Max took their seats across from me.

Vito handed me the glass, and I took it, taking a large swallow while he collected his seat beside me.

The burn raced down my chest and settled into my belly as Luca began.

I turned my backtowards the mirror and spotted the vivid bruise forming just below my armpit as I looked over my shoulder. I hissed, wincing as I touched the tender flesh with my fingertips. That’s when I noticed the bite mark on my arm.

The one I’d put there. It matched the one Luca and Nico put on my breasts. Only mine had dried blood encrusted around the bite. I vaguely recall the tang of copper on my tongue.

I turned from the mirror and stepped into the shower, then turned the dial, vowing to take the shortest shower I’ve ever known. The icy cold water shot against me, making me gasp, but it didn’t last long as it turned to scalding hot water and boiled the filth from my skin. It just needed to be long enough to wash away the stink of John’s apartment and the sex between my legs.

I want you to fuck me so hard I’ll still feel you even after your cum runs down my thighs.

My face flushed as I remembered my graphic lust for him. Even he’d been taken aback when I’d said it… but he liked it, and he did as I demanded. I’d watched him suffocate in the hunger that had him abusing my body in the most delectable, devious ways.

I slid the loofa over my body, scrubbing my skin with the sweet-perfumed wash Nico bought me, then washed my hair and shaved.

It took longer than I expected as the pounding blood pulsed in my skull with vise-like pressure. I turned off the water and stepped out.

The foggy mirror hid my damage behind its deception, but I knew what was there. Bruises, pain, and torment. All of which I had made peace with.

Instead of dwelling on my blurred image, I used it to my advantage and drew a giant penis with hairy balls to match. The next time Luca took a shower, he’d see my masterpiece.

Sometimes, I wonder why they chose me when I can be so immature.

Ten minutes later and three penises drawn, I moseyed over to the closet, searching for my pair of pants.

Luca’s closet was elaborate, to say the least, with a six-foot wide skylight and a lounge chair in the middle—this room could act as a secondary bedroom if the other eight or so rooms didn’t work.

White skinny drawers on the bottom of the organizer held all his watches, socks and briefs, whereas the others held ties, bow ties, and cufflinks.

The rest of the shelves were opened aside from the ones lining the ceiling; they were covered with glass.

My pair of jeans sat on the highest open shelf, taunting me from its throne.

I groaned as I bent my knees and fired into the air. My fingertips grazed the material, but they didn’t budge.

So close.

I jumped again. This time, I pinched my thumb and forefinger together like a crab and grabbed onto the jean material.

As I came down, they slipped from my hands, moving an infinitesimal amount.

I groaned.

Each time my feet hit the ground, my pulse quickened in my head, causing the pressure to build inside.

Squatting, I launched myself as high as I could, stretching my reach high above my head until I clutched the jeans and latched on, bringing them down with me.

I bent over, huffing, then stuck my foot in my pants.

Why was that such a workout?

My head throbbed as my world tilted. I hobbled, my foot stuck in my jeans. My hands hung on tight to the pants I’d worked so hard for and wouldn’t let go, not even to catch my fall, as I stumbled backward, landing on my ass with a loud thud. With one foot in my pants and the other free, I laid back on the soft carpet in the walk-in closet, then exhaled, staring at the textured ceiling and elegant molding.

Three men appeared above me. I tipped my head back, their massive shapes tipping upside down. “Hello, gentlemen. Care to join me?”

“Charity, what are you doing?” Luca asked in a disapproving tone.

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