Page 22 of Bad Girl's Club

"You want to do this now?" Kale reached out and grabbed my hand.

"I want you, Kale. I can take a bath, then douche, and then I want you inside me. I want you to take me in every way possible. I want to forget. I want you, Kale." I begged.

"Okay. Let's do this. Let's take a bath together. We’ll go to the bar and have a few drinks. I'll go get you a few Plan B pills and we'll go from there. I don't want you messing up your studies and grades. I'm sure your goals are bigger than this. And I will make love to you tonight. How does that sound?"

"Sounds good." I surrendered, “But I want you to make me forget every one of these bruises and think about something else. I didn’t want it, yet somehow, I still had an orgasm!” I didn’t understand.

"By the way, Chloe came by and told me to tell you she needs to talk to you. We’re going to her bar so she can give us drinks. But we can stay in each other's company for a while if you'd like?" Kale smiled.

"I'd like that. She's the one that first mentioned the Bad Girls’ Club."

"Shit..."

"And I think she fucked my father..."

Kale

How is one supposed to handle their roommate being raped by their own family? This was chaotic! I wanted to help her. Was she too far gone?

If I touched her, would she fall apart? With the accusations, I had under my belt, would she scream rape on me, too? Every time she sobbed, I wanted to bring each one of them to their knees and slowly pull apart their skin with a cheese grater. Once it starts to heal, do it again and add acid or lemon juice to add to the pain. I wanted them to be tortured beyond repair. I wanted to make them pay.

And I would. Soon.

Star wanted me to join her in the bath. Nothing would have ever made me happier, but I was scared to hurt her further. “Do my worst” was music to my ears, and yes, I would love to fuck her to the brink of insanity and slowly bring her back, but I wanted us to talk about this first. We had a lot to talk about before we did anything.

“I’m happy to be whatever or whoever you need me to be, but I want to make sure this is what you want, Star.” I sat her down on the toilet while undressing her.

She flinched. I jumped back. I didn’t want her to be afraid of me.

“This might be too soon, Star. You may need to talk to someone about this. Maybe even go to the emergency room and get a rape kit completed. That way you’re sure you’re free of all STDs and they can get the Plan B for you and the antibiotics to make sure you don’t contract anything from them monsters. No telling what they have….” I rambled and realized she was crying again.

I felt my heart split in two. There was no way I could walk away from her right now. There was no way I was leaving her side.

“I don’t want to go anywhere. I want you to be with me. I’m terrified you might hurt me, but I trust you not to. Does that make sense?” She sobbed; her breath was stuttering.

This was about her. Not me. I had to be selfless and think about her. My darkness was pulling me to go slaughter these dirtbags that hurt Star, but I had to stay with her to help put together the pieces of her cracked heart.

The water was the perfect temperature, and I was ready to wash all of her pain away. Why couldn’t it be that easy?

“I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do, Star. We should talk about this now.” I advised.

“No talking. Do your worst. Take me as if I were your pet and ask for forgiveness later. I want it to be painful. I want it rough. I want to hate you while it happens and fall in love with you after it’s over.

I didn’t want to do the wrong thing. I didn’t want to hurt her further, but she wanted pain. I loved inflicting pain. Perhaps I was a sadist. Who knows?

I climbed into the bath and guided her in. I hoped my touch wouldn’t send flashbacks of the men who betrayed her. Regardless of how I felt about her, I had to make sure I didn’t break her already shattered heart.

“Ease on in. I want to bathe you and ensure you’re feeling your best before we do anything.”

“Honestly, I wished you would just blindfold me and take me. Remind me who I am. Remind me who you are. There’s no way I’d tell you to stop or tell you no.”

“How can you know that Star? You just went through a traumatic situation. You were sexually assaulted and violated in the worst ways. I want to make it better. Not worst.”

“I want you to make it better, too. I want the darker side of Kale.”

“You have no idea how dark I can be, Star,” I said.

I would love to release my darkness into her if it meant I could keep her light alive.

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