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45-Failure
Demona MaxwellThank you again for following Lola's Story. This is the conclusion to season three. My only warning for the beginning of season four is to be prepared for PTSD.
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Anything For Lola 46-Guilt
Justine - on the early morning of Saturday, the 8th Helping Gio with Lola has me spinning inside. I should have left when she said. Because I didn’t, she got hurt again and now looks worse. I hate that bruises now litter her beautiful face and body. Lola’s neck is the worst, all purple and green. I enjoy a sensual choke-out, but this was attempted murder. I push that aside and tenderly care for Lola, so I don’t lash out. I dress her, making sure Lola is comfortable and warm. I want to kiss her everywhere like I promised, but that’s not for tonight. Right now, she needs a doctor. Lola is surprisingly calm during the long exam, and it scares me. She only cries when Markum enters, breaking me inside—feeling like she failed them and their training. I felt the same way when my ex-husband raped me. I was powerless to stop him. I’m just glad Nathan didn’t get that far. We all reassured her that this wasn’t her fault. Nathan would have done this if she were at home with him too. Fuck, th
Anything For Lola 47.1-Silent
Lola - Monday the 10th The pain radiates in my body, pulsing to the memories flooding my slumber. I’m stuck in an endless loop reliving the moment Nathan choked me to an inch of my life. I can’t fight, powerless to move or shake my attacker off me. I wake up panicked and feeling claustrophobic. There’s a weird mask blasting me with cold air, and I rip it off. Through bleary eyes, I see fire-red hair and calm down. “Lola, please relax,” Justine is here, and I know I’m safe. She helps me go to the bathroom and drink some water. When done, I put the mask back on, and she asked me to breathe. I do as told, deeply inhaling and falling back to sleep repeatedly. What feels like hours of the same tortuous agony plagued by a face I no longer want to see. Unable to rest any longer, I wake again in a huff. I’m unsure where I am as the room comes into focus, and then I remember we’re at Gio’s spa. I look to Justine, who is rubbing her eyes. “How long have I been asleep?” I ask weakly, takin
Anything For Lola 47.2-Silent
Tuesday the 11th “Lola, I made you a smoothie for breakfast,” Justine says after my shower. “Thanks,” I mouth, and she kisses my temple. She treats my skin, making me feel beautiful despite the bruises, while the cool drink soothes my throat. It is delicious. However, it still hurts to swallow. I put on my brave face and gulp through the pain like yesterday. “How about we stay in bed today and play board games,” Justine offers, pulling out a chess board. A game day with her does sound fun, and I love playing chess. But as the morning went on, we changed over to cards. She kicked my ass at poker. So I challenged her to war and won. “Well, it looks like I owe the victory some spoils,” Justine says after my third win. At lunch, Gio brings the boutique to us per Justine’s request. He had a little bit of everything displayed on a garment rack. We picked out several beautiful scarves, two pairs of sunglasses, and a lovely silk pillow decorated with kisses. I didn’t want to try on the
Anything For Lola 48-Inmate
Nathan - on Friday, the 14th I’ve been in jail for a week now. Pacing this tiny cell is complete agony. The scene from the club keeps repeating in my head, thinking about Lola and her new dick. The memory of her kissing that asshole has my knuckles torn apart from hitting the dinghy gray walls, pretending it’s his face. That Damien douche came out of nowhere both times to sucker punch me. When I get out of here, I’ll be paying him back. I’m still bruised from that night but halfway to healing. No one makes a fool of me and steals my girl. She’ll suffer soon enough; bitch will learn not to disrespect me again. “Inmates, it’s visiting time,” a guard yells down the hall. Perfect timing; I need to get out and stretch my legs. The cells are unlocked, and everyone lines up on the yellow line. We walk in unison through several barred doors to the visiting area. This stark white room is now filled with burly men in orange jumpsuits. Most take a seat at the round silver tables with their
Anything For Lola 49.1-Tantrum
Lola - On the morning of Saturday, the 15th This week has passed in a blur. I still haven’t seen Damien since we arrived, which breaks my heart. I’ve been distracted by everyone paying close attention to me and caring for my needs. I’m fed up with it all and finally break my silence. “Justine, where’s Damien?” I whisper after breakfast. “Do you need Markum, sweetheart? I’ll call him,” she offers, picking up her phone. I furrow my brows at her response and ask again. She only avoids my eyes, texting. All week they have been deflecting this question. I pluck the phone from her hands and toss it to the side. I’m getting answers one way or another. “Did you fire Damien? Is that why we have Markum now?” I ask, staring at her dead in the face. “No, Lola, I would never do that,” she says, defeated. “Then where is he?” I squeak. “I promise he’ll be back soon,” she says while getting up to hold me. “You said that days ago, Justine,” pulling away from her gently. “And I meant it, Lola.
Anything For Lola 49.2-Tantrum
“Wake up, Damien,” yelling my command but not meaning to. He only stirs, making me push at his shoulder, repeating it. His eyes eventually shoot open, looking bloodshot. Staring at me, he quickly looks away, ashamed, rolling over and covering himself more with the blanket. “Justine, why did you bring her here? Go away,” he barks in anger. “No, Damien, I said I wouldn’t cover for you,” she spits back just as harshly. “I mean it! Go away,” he growls from the pillow. Justine shakes her head, and neither of us moves. Damien has never spoken to her or me like that before. His tantrum is shocking but fuels me all the same. I muster up all my courage, directing it at him. “I said to get up, Damien,” I bellow while pulling the covers away. Justine starts laughing, and I have to hold in a gasp. Damien’s completely naked and now trying to hide his morning girth. I ignore his feeble attempt and continue my ranting. “Get up, Damien, and put some clothes on. Then you will explain why you ha
Anything For Lola 50-Penance
Damien - On the afternoon of Saturday, the 15th I’ve been having the same dream every night. Lola’s pinned to the wall by her ex, but they vanish just as I get there. Then I see Justine pinned to the bed being violated. And again, I’m too late to stop it. Repeatedly I fail. Still panicked, I wake drenched in sweat, but I’m in my disheveled room. The moonlight from the open window shows dim outlines of everything. I groan that it’s still dark out. I turn over to see a liquor bottle on the side table, blurring the time on the clock. I drink what’s left of the amber liquid hoping it will put me back to sleep. Fittful as it may be, I do get some rest. It’s afternoon when I get a rude awakening. But not by the usual Markum. No, today I was bombarded by the women I failed. Justine isn’t saying anything, but Lola’s intense fury has my heart racing as I finally get out of bed. Her green eyes hold such passion while she berates me with her words. I’m so far gone in my love for her that I c
Anything For Lola 51.1-Kissses
Lola - On the Evening of Saturday the 15th I let in Gio and Markum at the special knock. I’m happy to see them, but I was expecting Damien first. I try to hide my disappointment by cuddling with them in the doorway, asking what’s for supper. “It’s a surprise and will be along shortly my dear,” Gio says with a grin. “Lola, you look adorable,” Markum says while Gio helps me twirl. “Thank you, but where’s Damien?” I shyly ask. “Last I saw, he was getting ready,” Gio says with a kiss on my hand. I take a deep breath to calm my anxiety. They wouldn’t lie to me, and I must be patient. Gio pours us some mixed drinks, and I sit to relax with them. Markum’s telling a cute story about Gio when he’s interrupted by another knock. The door opens, and in comes the food trolley being pushed by Damien. He does look handsome and clean-cut compared to earlier, but his servitude makes me furrow my brows. “Dinner is served,” he says proudly. “No. That’s not what I meant. I wasn’t punishing you, D
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