Page 24 of Beautifully Wounded

I squeak and shrink back even further when Ringo’s looming presence stops in front of me as he points a stern finger into the bathroom.

“Don’t mention her again. You didn’t fucking see anyone.”

“Who are we talking about?” the woman asks, and Ringo snarls.

“Darla, get dressed and get the fuck out.”

“Ouch. Someone’s grouchier than normal.” She teases, before clearly addressing the man that choked her with his penis. “You owe me fifty bucks, Brody. I took your whole cock.”

“You hurled on it.” Brody counters and Ringo steps aside, backing into me as the naked woman stops in the bathroom doorway and glances back at the man.

“You didn’t say I couldn’t upchuck on your dick. You simply said I couldn’t take the whole thing until you came. That horse cock was so far down my throat you tickled my stomach. I expect the cash by lunch tomorrow.”

“Hurry the fuck up,” Ringo snaps but stiffens as the woman sets her sights on him.

I can’t see her face, but I can see the top of her black hair, wet and wavy.

“You know, if you’d just drop those iron walls, Ringo, and let us Doxies service you, you’d be less moody. I’ve learned this new trick with my fingers and tongue that’ll rock your world.”

“If I have to ask you one more fucking time to get out of my room, Darla, you’ll find your arse out on the fucking street.”

“Jesus, fine. I’m going.” Darla huffs before greeting JD with a jiggle of her tits as he rounds the corner to take in the scene.

“Are you fucking serious, Brody?” JD roars, pushing past Ringo.

“Seriously satisfied. Yes.” Brody chuckles, right before a loud skin on skin slap sounds. “Ouch. What was that for?”

“The fuck are you doing in our Sargeant’s room?”

“Well, you changed the lock on your door, so I couldn’t get in, and I still have the spare key for Ringo’s—”

“Give it to me,” Ringo barks, stepping into the bathroom with JD, and I’m tempted to peek around the corner, but I’m also tempted to bolt.

I can’t do this. I can’t do this.

As Ringo and JD yell at Brody, I slide down the back of the wardrobe wall to the floor, underneath the hanging vest, and pull my knees to my chest, burying my head.

Memories swarm me. Rough hands. Violent shoves. Feeling like I couldn’t breathe. Like I was going to die.

“Take it like the slut you are.”

“When you bleed, it only makes it better.”

“This is what you were made for. Taking cock.”

“Who is she?”

The voice, so much closer now, snaps my attention up, and through the blur of my tears, all I see is the long dangle of a trunk-like penis right at eye level.

Iwhimper and tuck my head back in, more memories coming at me and all I want is for this to be over.

No more. Please. No more.

A loud crash makes me jerk, but I keep my eyes closed as Ringo snarls.

“What did I fucking say? Don’t look at her. Don’t acknowledge her. Are you fucking deaf?” There’s a slap and then Ringo continues. “You’re still a fucking prospect, Brody. If you wanna get patched in anytime soon, you’ll forget seeing her. Don’t even fucking think about her.”

“Don’t fucking look at me, little brother,” JD hisses. “You got yourself into this mess. Don’t fucking think I’ll save your arse just because we share blood.”

---