Page 9 of Trapping His Darling

A white work van drove past me.

I shook my head, fearing the worst. It was usually men in vans that wanted to chat with me. Sometimes it was trucks. I seemed to always draw a lot of attention on this street. These strangers would call me weird things like ‘exotic’, and want to compliment my darker skin, usually comparing it to candy like caramel or toffee or chocolate.

I slowed down when I noticed all the windows were black. It stopped a few feet ahead of me. When the driver made no move to keep going, I walked past. My house was only a little way ahead of me. I could see the garden gnomes out front. I was so close.

The door opened. “Get in,” a gruff voice ordered.

I shook my head.

“I need your help to get my dog to the vet,” he grumbled.

There was a whimper from behind the seat and my shoulders relaxed, when I saw there was indeed a puppy lying in a dog bed.

“Why do you have his legs taped together?”

“So he won’t move them and hurt himself more. He broke his legs.”

I climbed into the back of the van. “The vet is in the center of town,” I whispered, turning in my seat so I could monitor the small dog.

“Let me know when to turn.”

The man didn’t really look at me, but I glanced at him. His dirty blonde hair looked like it needed to be cut. He also smelled of stale cigarettes and fast food.

“Take a right onto this one here,” I directed.

The van turned left.

“Hey,” I whined. “You missed the turn.”

The stranger said nothing. He drove to a secluded area right behind our neighborhood and parked. This was not the first time this had happened, so I kind of knew what to expect. Still, it annoyed me.

“This isn’t the vet’s office.” I stared at him accusingly. I tried to open the door, but found the handle was stuck.

“Don’t be afraid.” He climbed in the back of the van with me. “I won’t hurt you.”

Ugh. They always said that. His breath smelled of cigarettes and beer. It stank up the entire back of the van.

“I want to go home,” I told him firmly.

He shook his head. “You can if you’re a good girl.”

“What do you want from me?”

“Right now, I want you to pet the dog.” When I didn’t move, he said it more forcefully. “I said, pet the fucking dog.”

I knelt down to pet the poor taped up puppy. Meanwhile, he unbuckled his pants and pulled his wiener out. He then grabbed me by the hair and brought me toward him.

“No!” I struggled and swung out, hitting him in the thighs.

He popped me in the face. “If you don’t stop fighting, I’m going to kill you,” he growled, squeezing my chin hard.

I immediately stopped struggling. When he released me, I lifted my head and smiled, looking up from my position where his unbuckled belt hung in my face.

“Look at the smile. What a good fucking slut you are, yeah? You like this. Maybe I’ll keep you. I can already tell that once I get a taste of that cunt, I won’t want it to be my last.”

The mean men always said the same things, bad words and all.

“Put this in your mouth and suck on it.” He rubbed his man part against my chin and cheek. “Have you done this before?”

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