Page 7 of Poison

A soft cry of pain left my throat as his cock slid into me. Lightning blazed throughout my body with every thrust, and tears streaked down my face. "Stop. Please, stop, Trevor. It hurts."

He stayed silent despite my pleas, pressing a hand firmly against my mouth as he continued fucking my body. Hewas tryingto be gentle, but I had been torn to pieces. "It will be okay. You're being such a good boy. You feel so fucking good."

I moaned past his palm, but it wasn't a moan of pleasure. I just wanted it to stop. I needed it to stop. Frantically, I staredupat the light fixture, trying to force myself into a daydream.I'm not here. This isn't happening to me. I am safe.I am a child again,in the park,playing in the sandbox.I am not here. This isn't happening.

I don't know how long it took for Hobbs to finish and pull out. When he did, I didn't move but followed him with my eyes. He bent over to pick up the washcloth and wipe himself off. That was when I saw the blood. He did that to me, knowing the other man made me bleed.

I looked at the ceiling, trying to fight the involuntary tremors raging through my body. I didn't move. When the door opened and shut, I gradually sat up, staying still for a long while until I was sure Hobbs wasn't coming back.

With shaky breaths, I slid from the bed, wincing with every step to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and stepped in, not bothering to wait for it to heat up.The momentthe water hit my skin, I slid down against the wall until I was practically a ball on the floor. Tears ran from my eyes as I sobbed heavily. "I'm sorry!"I cried into the nothingness. "I'm sorry! Please make it stop! Please!"I don't know who I was crying to. I had never believed in any god. Maybe I just wanted the universe to forgive me. I was young, stupid, jealous, and hot-headed. Yes, I was a criminal, but I didn't deserve this. I would do anything to take it all back. I just wanted it to stop. My imprisonment was destroying me, eating my very soul. I wasn't going to survive much longer.

As that thought crossed my mind, my body stiffened. Slowly, I pulled myself to my feet, shutting off the water. I didn't bother drying off before standing in front of the mirror. My eyes were swollen, my lip was busted, and my neck was black and blue. God only knew what color my ass and back were. Further down, I had an almost black bruise on my pelvis.

Sneering, I balled up my fist and jabbed the mirror. Nothing happened. I did it again and again, making my knuckles throb with pain. I didn't stop until blood smeared my reflection. "Fuuuuuuuuuck!"I screamed. The mirror was made of shatterproof glass. I didn't put so much as a scratch on it.

Turning away, I rushed to one of the porno pictures, only to scream again in irritation. There was no glass. There was nothing that could help me. My gaze darted to the dresser. Flinging the drawer open, I pulled the orange shackles out, trying to stretch them as far as they could go around my neck. I cursed and threw them on the ground. They were too short, and I had nothing to attach them to. Hobbs had made my apartment suicide-proof. Why wouldn't he? I made him money.

But there was one thing Hobbs didn't count on. If he was stupid enough to allow me free roam, I would take advantage of that. I yanked open another dresser and pulled out my little green case with the needle inside.

Chapter 6

The idea of stabbing myself in the neck crossed my mind, but that would be painful. The problem was, I didn't even really want to die. It just seemed so much easier than what I was going through. I was so tired of being hurt and used. I was tired of Hobbs acting like he cared only to force himself on me when I was already afraid and in pain. I just wanted to be treated like a fucking human!

Setting the green case aside, I pulled out some clothing, a tight black T-shirt with black pants and a studded belt. I finished the look off with a thin, black, hooded jacket. Next, I pulled out a makeup kit and stood in front of the mirror. I couldn't go out in public like this. My eyes were still painfully swollen, and my lips were getting bigger by the second. Maybe I could put enough on to cover it all up. The last thing I needed was for people to stare.

When I was done, I winced; I barely covered it. The discoloration was under control, but the swelling was still there. As a last-ditch effort, I put on some black eyeshadow, hoping that would draw people's attention away from the rest of my face. When it was as good as I could make it, I stuffed the little green case in a pocket and rushed out the door.

Bypassing the line stretching far down the street, I stepped into Hell's Gate, searching for Alex. Typically, Iwouldavoid him, but I needed a favor. Despite the crowd, he was easy enough to find, leaning on his golden cane by the bar.

When Alex spotted me, he grinned. "Starburst, so good to see you."

I looked up, and his face changed; the smile vanished. He tensed but remained stoically silent. I glanced around for a second and then met his gaze. "I need some Bliss."

The man cocked his head to the side for a moment before nodding, motioning for me to follow him to his private office. When the door closed, he asked, "Who did this to you?"

My jaw slackened slightly before I sighed, "Is it that obvious?"

"You rarely come in here with makeup, and I believe this is the first time I have ever seen you wearing foundation. Usually, it's only a tiny bit of eyeliner… The eyeshadow is nice, though."

I rolled my eyes.

Alex dug through a desk drawer. "Was it your sponsor?"

"A client got rough."

His lips pulled into a thin line as he pulled out a long box. "And is that man alive?"

I looked at him blankly. "I assume he is."

"Your sponsor is about as useless as tits on a turtle, isn't he?" That remark actually made me crack a grin. "How much do you owe on your debt?"

"A lot."

"You should set up a meeting with me and your sponsor. If your debt isn't astronomical, I could take on your debt, and you could work here."

My face twisted into a scowl. "Sure. Instead of being a sex slave there, I could be one here."

Alex shook his head. "You wouldn't have to have sex, Starburst. You would dance to pay me back what is owed, but that would be it. I take very good care of my dancers." His eyes narrowed. "Nobody touches my dancers. Those who do find themselves having accidents. I can't fathom how they manage to climb the city wall and fall off the other side."

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