“There’s only a small window to act.” He said it neutrally, without emotions and I laughed.
I couldn’t stop the laughter as I realized they were talking life or death over sperm that was stabbed to hell. Fuck them. My laughter broke as Shaw’s fist slammed into my jaw. Blood coated my mouth, and yet I continued to laugh. His knuckles landed more centered on my jaw, and yet it didn’t stop the laughter. Hit after hit rained down on my face until I lost consciousness.
I wokeup to the clicking of heels on the concrete. The grating sound pinched a nerve in my ear. That’s when I realized I was no longer chained to that rusty bed, no instead, I was strapped to a metal table as if I were a dead body. My body was lit by a single lightbulb on a string overhead, and I tried to see around its glaring brightness without avail.
The cold hollowness of the area and the inability to move my head in either direction made my breath quicken and my heart pump faster. That was the only indication that I wasn’t dead. Iheld onto the feeling, the pain as it raced up my jaw and the numbness in my hands as I tried to work out of the straps. I was very aware that the coldness leeching into my skin had to do with being strapped naked to the table.
“Look who finally woke up.” She spoke in a soft, alluring voice; I almost fell for it. The charm she so easily used to press until she got what she wanted. I understand it now, the falsity of it all.
“What are you going to do to me?” The words felt sticky, perhaps slow. I hadn’t been sure I said them out loud.
“Nothing I haven’t done while you were asleep.” Melody shrugged, coming into the light.
My stomach twisted in knots, and I choked back a gag. I started coughing profusely.
“You monster.” I whispered, not wanting to come to terms with it all, but ultimately falling on the word — rape.
Melody laughed softly, “It’s not like you disagreed, ‘please fuck me’ give me a break. There were easier ways to do this, you choose the hard way.”
“What are you talking about?” A coldness seeped under my skin as I looked at her clearly. There wasn’t a lie.
She smirked, trailing her manicured fingers along my body. I flinched, taken aback by everything.
“Let me go, you don’t have to do this.” I pleaded when she reached my center. My body was shaking, and tears streamed down my face.This was not happening. It couldn’t be happening.There wasn’t enough to convince myself otherwise.
“Rossa,”Shaw’s voice sounded like a warning, or a plea. It was unusual to hear that tone from him. I couldn’t see him, but I imagined the face he made was one of dismay. Melody withdrew her hand and walked towards him, heels clicking along. Releasing a breath, I tried to think of a way out of this situation.Where the fuck was Karter?I was really missing thedoctor right about now, although I wasn’t sure what his presence would do. It was grasping at straws. Anything to prevent my mind from spiraling further.
“Don’tRossame, admit it. You enjoyed yourself withher. He has a nice body. It wouldn’t be so bad.” Melody accused, and I struggled to listen to their dispute.
“That wasn’t the same. You weren’t forced to watch.” Shaw’s voice was softer now, almost too soft.
“You lied to me. That missing kid, is it yours?” her voice sounded raw and yet so powerful. They stared at each other for longer than I thought possible as the silence stretched.
“It was orders.” He reasoned. A sharp, high-pitched sound hit my ears; I could almost see the smack as it landed.
“This is orders.” I heard the clicking of shoes as she walked back to me. “You don’t have to like me. You will comply one way or another.” She walked away then; I heard a door slam. I knew she would be back; it was only a matter of time.
9
TRY HOSTING PARTIES NOW…
November 22nd
Iwalked to the back of the mansion first, to that little shed.Home.The gasoline poured from the top of the spout as I walked around the area. The bookshelf lay broken, unfixed. Exactly as I had found it when I woke up a few weeks ago. Good,no one touched the evidence. I should have stopped and called the police; it would have been the right thing to do. Report my father for rape, but I didn’t want that. Prison was too sweet for him; hell, it had been his vacation home. No, he didn’t deserve prison. I looked across the room, determined to burn the whole place to the ground.
The couch stained with my blood, cum, and sweat. I poured a hefty amount of gasoline there. Walking around the room, I spilled gas on the carpet and the wood. Satisfied, I set the gas can down just outside. Cole’s lighter glistened in the last remaining rays of sunshine before the storm moved in. I didn’t think twice before the flint sparked to life and the sliver lighter flew into the puddle of gas. Damn him for disappearing on me. The flame caught the accelerant with ease, sending the fire chasing across the floor. The couch lit up, and I knew the rest would follow. A trail of flames inched forward through the threshold, right to the waiting gas can. I let it. Picking up the container, I poured gas across the lawn all the way back to the mansion.
Smoke rose, curling around my nose as the small building engulfed in flames. The air was thick with black, heavy smoke. I reveled in the smell of burning wood and electrical fumes as I continued my steps away from the building toward the mansion.
Cole’s facelit up the phone screen as I watched the burning of the mansion. I didn’t dare answer; I just watched as the flames rose across the siding. The explosion would happen any second now. There was an anticipation that crept in while waiting for the torture house to explode. A part of me imploded as the explosion flashed in front of me. Heat coated my face like a long-lost friend, and I had the chilling urge to walk into theflaming debris as it rained down. Instead, I turned and walked up the hill. The iron gates groaned as I smashed the code in the box, and the black truck waited there for me.
I could hear the faint sirens from the firetrucks as they steadily came closer. No doubt that the maids or housekeepers in surrounding mansions called them. I rolled my eyes, sliding into the seat of the truck just as another part of the house exploded. Debris exploded outwards, scraps of wood still on fire rained down around the area. It was a marvelous sight. I smiled to myself as the engine revved, and I turned away.
Try hosting parties now, Daddy.
10
HELLO SCAR
