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.
Silence, nothing but silence, all the chaos and noise has suddenly stopped. I feel something heavy on my left shoulder, there is an intense pain on my back. When I open my eyes, my vision slowly starts clearing up and I see that I’m in a bathroom, my head is leaned against the tiled wall. Suddenly memories from last night floods my brain, it wasn’t a nightmare. It was pretty much a reality; slowly I turn my head to my left and see Daniel has his head rested on my shoulder with his face buried in my neck. I look around and slowly move his head away and make it lean back on the tub, on which we both were leaning on. “No.” He whines in a childlike manner and buries his face further into my neck, making his lips brush against my skin.
I lay flat on my chest, watching Daniel jumps around pretending to be a bunny. With every jump the old rotten wooden floor creaks; the sound is getting so annoying. But I don’t want to stop him, seeing him play around like this makes me feel a little relieved; at least it’s better than having him chase me around the room to ‘play with him’, which by now I have established is fucking in his language. The door of the room opens and Jake with his chunky boots walks in. When his boots come in contact with the floor it feels like the floor with collapse any moment.“Medicine time.” Jake says looking at Daniel. Daniel stops hopping around and quickly runs towards him and hugs him. “Jakey! I want to go out Jakey, please take me out.” He starts whining while jumping on his spot like a toddler. “Okay, I will take you out but first you sit here.” Jake makes him sit on the bed and
Slowly but surely I’m getting used to Daniel’s madness. He annoys me so all day, but when I genuinely get irritated by him he comes up to me and tries to make me talk to him. He rubs his cheek against mine and showers me with hugs and kisses. The only time he hurts me is when he gets high off the heroine Jake injects in him. He acts so rough with me, I try to fight him off as much as I can but he does as he pleases. He makes cuts on me; gives me painful hickeys and bite marks. Am I going crazy? Why do I still feel the need to help him and protect him?I hear muffled noises like every night. His clutch around my waist tightens. He pulls me closer to him almost suffocating me. I gasp shooting my eyes open as he grazes his teeth on my bare neck and starts to nibble on it harshly while squeezing down my waist hard. "Ah!" A soft protest of this torture comes out of my mouth, but I know why he's doing this, or why he does this e