Page 8 of Dyana
“You should have seen the look in his eyes when you walked away,” Cora said as she followed me into the tower. “That man still loves you.”
“He doesn’t even know me, Cora. Not anymore,” I replied. I went to the side of the room facing Cora’s place and watched the men slowly follow behind us.
“So let him get to know you again. He’s probably not the same man you knew before, either,” Cora said as she joined me at the window.
“What if he doesn’t like who I am now?” I asked quietly. “The things I’ve done—“
“You’ve done to survive,” Cora said, cutting me off. “Everyone has done things they aren’t proud of to survive this world. You’rea good person, Dyana. The things you’ve had to do didn’t change that.”
I snorted. Cora was sweet, but I hadn’t told her every detail. There were some things I hadn’t told anyone, and I never would. My mind wandered as we watched the men draw closer.
Past
I flipped through the magazine Sheriff Finley had dropped off for me. One of the offices in the police station had been turned into a bedroom for me, and that was where I spent my time. While I had a door, it didn’t lock, allowing the officers to come and go as they pleased. It had been a couple of months since I came to town, and surprisingly, they had come to trust me quickly. Perhaps it was because I was so agreeable and never put up a fuss. They so wholeheartedly believed that what they did was the right thing to do that it didn’t occur to them to question why I was so agreeable. All of my things, except my weapons, had been returned to me, including the keys to my truck. Now, I was biding my time until the right moment to escape.
It wasn’t all that bad here if you overlooked the consensual rape. Consent. That word no longer belonged in this world. Or perhaps it didn’t hold the same meaning as it once had. If you asked the officers, my stay here was consensual. I chose this, which is true. I chose to be raped by them rather than raped and impregnated by whoever gains favor with the officers.Neither option was consensual. Either way, I would be having sex against my will, but one was far less heinous than the other. Because I chose them, Sheriff Finley and his deputies genuinely thought I wanted to be there. I was careful never to give them a reason to think otherwise.
Most of the officers who slid between my legs were kind. They took care not to hurt me and always strived to make sure I enjoyed myself, too. There were a few who preferred it rougher. They like leaving marks on my body. They enjoyed my tears. They understood better than most that my consent was an illusion. The worst of them was Riggs. He never liked me and used our time together to remind me. He usually timed his visits right after the Sheriff. This was to give me as much time to heal as possible before the Sheriff came knocking, so he didn’t see the marks Riggs left.
I jumped as my door was flung open, and Riggs shoved someone to the floor in my room. “It’s time to become a man, boy! You better fuck this slut good. You won’t like the beating you get if you don’t.” Riggs sneered at me and slammed the door shut, leaving us alone.
As the boy stood, my stomach dropped. He couldn’t have been more than fifteen. He looked at me shyly, his eyes never staying on me for more than a few seconds before they darted around the room.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Victor Riggs,” he replied.
“Hi, Victor. My name is Dyana.”
Victor nodded. “I know. My mom says you’re the devil, but better you than her.”
Lovely. “Why are you here, Victor?”
“Dad says I have to have... we have to...” Poor Victor was lobster red as he fumbled over his words. “Sex,” he finally whispered, clearly uncomfortable.
“How old are you?”
“Fifteen. Dad said it’s time for me to be a man.”
I hated that I was right about his age. There was no way in hell I was having sex with the teen. It wasn’t happening. “Do you want to have sex?” I asked. His embarrassment and fidgeting as he slowly backed away from me told me he didn’t.
“No,” Victor whispered. “I’m gay.”
Son of a bitch. It just kept getting worse. “Does your dad know that?”
Victor nodded. “He said he wouldn’t have a fairy for a son, so I had to do this and prove that I am a man. That I was confused and didn’t know because I hadn’t had my first pussy yet. He said once I did, I wouldn’t be gay anymore.”
Modern society was gone. The dead were reanimating and eating people. And people were still trying to pray the gay away as if it even mattered anymore. Or, in this case, fuck the gay away.
“It’s not like I choose to be gay!” Victor growled quietly, showing me the strength he had within. “I just am! If it was something I could choose...”
His voice trailed off, but I understood. If it were something he could choose, he would be straight to make his dad happy. To be lovable in his dad’s eyes.
“I can’t have sex with you, Victor. You’re too young for one, and you don’t want to for two. So if we aren’t having sex, what should we do?”
Victor looked at me with relief, and that was when I realized he thought I was going to force myself on him because that was what we were supposed to do, that I would follow his father’s orders. “I guess we could talk and pretend we did it,” he suggested.
“Ok.” I patted my bed for him to sit down. “What do you want to talk about?”
