Page 98 of Cryptic Curse
One look in the mirror tells me the truth.My eyes are bloodshot.
I didn’t sleep.
Except that I did, off and on.But not enough to actually count.
If I hadn’t gotten that wonderful orgasm from Hawk, I probably wouldn’t have slept at all.
I run my brush through my hair, and then I step inside the shower, letting the warm water pelt me.
Hot water.
What a blessing.
I used to look for the blessings in little things back in Colombia to distract me from the horrors I endured nearly every night.
Hot water.How many people in the world don’t have it?
I may have been subject to rape and the occasional beating, but at least I had hot water.
Food.
We had a great chef, and I learned a lot from him.Even though I had to blow his giant smelly cock on occasion.And even though my father kept me on a strict diet during those years—I had to look perfect for his friends, after all—sometimes Chef would sneak me extra.When he was in a good mood, or when I’d given him particularly good head.
And even when he didn’t, I always had enough food to sustain me.
Food.
A blessing.
And now I have more than ever.
Clothing.
A blessing.
I didn’t always like the clothes my father picked out for me, but I had plenty of them, and when I wasn’t doing his bidding, I could dress how I liked.Comfortable sweats and sweatshirts.
Clothing.
A blessing.
And shelter.
Colombia had its share of homeless people, beggars on the streets.
But no matter what else happened in my life, I always had a roof over my head.When the weather was cold, I had heat.When the weather was warm, I had air-conditioning.
I had a built-in swimming pool for my use, as well.
Shelter.
A blessing.
And now I have this perfect little apartment in Vinnie’s house that he lets me use.
With plenty of food, plenty of hot water, plenty of clothing.
Such blessings.
