Page 20 of Love Bleeds Red
My eyes keep trying to drift shut.
I wake to a noise—a door shutting. My eyelids are heavy but I use every ounce of strength to pry them open.
“What a pretty young thing you are.” A man’s voice. Footsteps against thin carpeting. My head is too heavy to lift, my limbs like lead pipes.
“No,” I cry. “Please, help me.”
Do the words come out? I can’t tell.
“Shh,” he says. “It’s okay. I’ll take good care of you. Give you exactly what you want.”
A zipper that sounds louder than a bullhorn and then his hands are on me. Fingers moist with sweat. Breath stale and reeking of onion. I cry out. I try to kick, to punch, but his weight pins me down as he shushes me again and again.
I close my eyes and wait for it to be over as he uses me. I can barely make out the details of his face—his age, his race. But the way he grunts as he pumps inside me—that I’ll never forget.
It’s over quick… or at least I think it is. Moisture collects between my legs and on my lips where he kisses me as he walks away. Maybe it’s my tears, maybe it’s his saliva… I don’t know. The hinge squeaks and the door thuds shut.
I shudder and shake, scrambling up the bed, trying to wake the fuck up from this nightmare. What was in that needle? I can barely hold my head up.
“Help!” I yell as loudly as I can through the sobs. It’s barely audible. “Please!”
Where is Cat? Jasmine? I hope they’re okay.
The door opens again and I try to curl into a ball, but my heavy legs will barely move. I smell him this time. A nausea-inducing mix of cigar smoke and body odor.
“Help me,” I whimper, even though I know it’s in vain.
His laugh echoes in the stark room as he hovers above me. I blink up at him, taking in his skin, leathery and lined, his dark hair with salt and peppered temples, his pressed suit and tie. He runs a hand through his hair and his gold watch glints in the dim lamp light. For a fleeting moment, I wonder if he’s here to help me. “You’re new. I can see why you cost extra.”
My heart sinks as I fight to roll toward the other side of the bed. “Please, I need?—”
He grabs me by the ankles and pulls me toward him. “Uh, uh. Stay put if you know what’s good for you.”
I continue to pull away, my legs gaining a bit more strength. “No, no, no…” The words leave my lips in a stream of pleas untilhe slaps me, hard and without warning across the mouth. It’s so quick that I taste the blood before I feel the stinging ache.
“You will stay put while I undress,” he booms, harsher and louder than I’ve ever been spoken to. “You understand me?”
I don’t know what to do…I can’t do this. When I don’t answer right away, he slaps me again. My lip splits open. “Answer me, bitch.”
My hands automatically move to cover my face as I cry. “Yes.”
“Good… you’re learning already.”
His potbelly sags low, and his chest is full of thick graying hair. I don’t look at his shriveled dick as he rolls a condom on. “Can’t be too careful,” he says. “Don’t know where you’ve come from.”
He pulls me by the wrists and maneuvers me so I’m on my stomach, legs hanging off the bed. He’s rough… so rough. Fingers squeezing around the back of my neck as he yanks my head off the mattress.
I want him to just get it over with already. What does it matter anymore? But instead, he uses his thick fingers inside me. He pinches and slaps me. He pries my legs open and groans into my exposed flesh… dragging this out and making me feel dirty. I wish I could have more drugs. Sleep through this inevitable hell.
When he finally pushes inside me, hissing out curses like prayers, he finishes in three pumps.Thank God.
I lay there, waiting for him to move. For him to get up, get dressed and leave. But he doesn’t. I’m too scared to open my mouth. Too afraid to know what else is waiting for me. Then the door opens. And I chance a glance in that direction.
It’s the driver—over six feet tall, probably two hundred and fifty pounds of muscle. But it’s not him that has tears streamingdown my face. He has Jasmine in front of him, shaking and crying.
The driver barely looks at me as he shoves Jasmine in the room. “Twenty minutes.”
The man, his limp dick still out, condom full and sagging at the tip, just nods. “Close the door.”
