It has been few days since I have been staying in this park. Somewhere deep inside, I thought Zen would come looking for me, or else send someone to look for me; but nothing happened. I must be a very big idiot that I’m still waiting for him to come and save me like always. Every day I go around looking for a job, I have visited every restaurant place around, every store to get a job but no one helped. Some of them said no nicely, but some of them pushed me out and behaved so badly. Life took such a turn, that with every step I’m breaking down.
Loud booming noise starts ringing in my ear, I try to open my eyes but the lids feel so heavy that it starts closing on its own. I touch my body to feel my clothes to see if they were still on me or not. And luckily my clothes are on, they are just very wet. Finally I open my eyes wide a
“No I won’t! I don’t want to strip in front of all these men! No!!” I scream trying to push Jake off me.He is trying to take my clothes off my body to get me to wear that god awful piece of lingerie. It looks so provocative, I have never seen one in my life and let alone wear one. My hands are pinned up above my head with one of his large hand tightly holding them in place. I scream and try to push him off me with all the force that I have but I fail miserably. He pushes his left knee in between my thighs to spread them apart. With his other hand he starts pulling off my trousers; a loud
It’s been a few weeks since I have been stuck here; I’m kind of getting used to it. Free food, free shelter and shit tonnes of cocaine to snort. My arms were getting really bruised by the needle poking, so Jake decided to make me snort them up; well he didn’t have to make me, I did it on my own. He showed me how to do the first blow; he took out a dollar bill and rolled it up. Next he took out a visiting card of the club and lined up the white powder he poured on the floor and the next thing I saw blew my mind; in one go he snorted the line up his nose using the rolled up dollar bill. Trust me I tried to fight myself from taking anymore, but my body craves it. To be completely ho
“I don’t want to.” I stare at myself in the mirror of the dressing room. Jake, who is sitting on a chair behind me, has been ogling at me ever since I have put on the lingerie set Cheryl gave me. It is a red two piece; it has detailing of flowers that are embroidered on both the bra and the thong. Most of it is made out of mesh fabric, only the risky parts are hidden behind the flowers. Why did they even bother hiding those; might just have exposed them all at once. She gave me a pair of red thigh garters to go with the set and a very high pair of heels. “Finally found you, Isabelle Davis.” It’s Joe, my high school bully, the guy who got beaten up by Zen because he was trying to sexually harass me. Now, he is sitting in front of me, with a cigarette in his hand, man spreading, with a smirk on his face. By reading his face, I can tell the awful things that are going to go down. I know he will take his revenge, as much as I know him from my high school days he’s a very ‘an eye for an eye’ type of guy. I was the reason he got beaten up so badly, he will make sure he puts me back to my place. And I don’t even have Zen around to save me this time. I don’t know whether I
Set Me Free 16.
“Finally found you, Isabelle Davis.” It’s Joe, my high school bully, the guy who got beaten up by Zen because he was trying to sexually harass me. Now, he is sitting in front of me, with a cigarette in his hand, man spreading, with a smirk on his face. By reading his face, I can tell the awful things that are going to go down. I know he will take his revenge, as much as I know him from my high school days he’s a very ‘an eye for an eye’ type of guy. I was the reason he got beaten up so badly, he will make sure he puts me back to my place. And I don’t even have Zen around to save me this time. I don’t know whether I
“You thought I didn’t see what you did?” He whispers in my ear and give the shell of my ear a small lick. All the color from my face drains off, my breathing stops for a moment. He leans back on the couch and starts laughing out loud. My body freezes on the spot, only god knows what will happen now. What if he complains to Mrs. Robinson? What if they kill me and chop my body and dump me somewhere? “You know what will happen if I complain to the owner? Once I heard she caught a girl, who was keeping all the tips to herself, you know what she did to that girl?” He pushes me off his lap, making me fall o
I thought I could be alone in a room, but the silence and darkness is slowly creeping me out. I can’t see anything so when she left me here I sat on the spot I was standing on. I tried to find anything by moving my hands around but I couldn’t feel anything. Slowly standing up again, I try to look around for something but I fall on my knees and look around and try to feel something around. "Please let me out." I say trying to figure out where to go. I hear slashing noises coming from around me. "Is someone here?" I say turning around. Suddenly a flash in the sky goes
"I want to make cuts on you." He starts digging the pointy edge of knife deeper into my skin. "No! Please don't!! What are you doing?!" I scream in pain, it feels like my back is going numb. He glares at me and slowly sinks in the pointy edge of knife deeper and deeper in my skin, while giggling like a psychopath. I could hear the sound of my skin cutting open, hot blood spills onto my back; he drags the knife, making the cut longer. I groan in pain and cry begging him to stop but he doesn’t, it feels like he is finding this amusing.