Her body shakes back and forth with each thrust of my hand against the zucchini. Her tits are probably swaying beneath her shirt, but I’m too focused on the way her pussy is sucking this thick vegetable.
I forget what I’m doing and push the second zucchini against her ass.
“No.” She panics. I see the way she’s trying to move away. I laugh and shove the thing harder against her. It pops into her ass, and she howls in pain. There isn’t enough lube on her ass for this thing to glide easily into her.
“Relax, let me have that orgasm, Charlotte.” Her head is turned away from me. That grates on my nerves. I leave the zucchini in her ass alone for a moment as I pull her head around so she can see me from the side.
“Who owns you, little bird?” I watch as tears run down her face. She looks so sad, but the way her body is reacting, she’s wanting this.
Those tears of hers make me needy for her. I’ve always felt a pull toward her, but the feeling of devouring her, is driving me mad. She doesn’t say anything. She’s too busy crying. One day she will come to enjoy me. But for now, she will have to hate me. She’ll get over feeling betrayed. But for now, I really don’t care. This is the right thing for me to do. I have to convert her back to being just my little bird. I can’t have her wanting those bastards.
The cake looked amazing,and I wanted to eat it. But Diana, my new foster mom, said I’m not allowed. She said this cake is for Bryan, my foster brother. They never did anything for me. Every day, I came home from school, washed the dishes, cleaned the bathrooms, and did the laundry. At least they didn’t make me cook. I kept telling myself this home is better than the last one. That the Gear family wasn’t so bad.
That’s a bold-faced lie. Atlas, my foster dad, was loud and creepy. Diana didn’t know that Atlas liked to touch me sometimes. Or, that when she worked nightshift, he came into my room and stared at me. I didn’t sleep well most nights, but I was safe for now. I didn’t tell Haydes. Telling him would just get me moved to another home. Who knew what I would be walking into at a new home? At least Atlas only pulled my hair or my arms for now. Maybe I should have called Haydes. I was uncertain and didn’t want to be a burden to him.
“Charlotte?” Diana asked and I looked up from the dishes I was mindlessly staring at.
“Yes Ma’am?”
“I think you should go to your room and do your homework. Atlas isn’t going to want you around Bryan’s friends.”
I nodded my head and dried the last dish. “The dishes are done anyway. There was no laundry today, so I’ll do my homework.” I walked away feeling unwanted. The thing is, I was. I was only a paycheck to these people.
Taking a deep breath, I used the restroom and washed my hands. I sat down on my bed with its ratty blanket and pulled my textbooks out of my backpack. I didn’t get enough time before Bryan interrupted me.
“Hey loser.”
I sighed; I knew he was going to be mean. “Hello, Bryan.”
“Make sure you keep your ugly face out of the living room.”
I looked at him and he threw mud at me. It hit me in the face. He doubled over in laughter. Fine. They didn’t want me; I could be out of the house by tonight. When Bryan left, I called Haydes on the cellphone he gave me for emergencies. This wasn’t an emergency, but at least he would treat me right.
“Haydes?” My voice trembled with tears.
“What’s wrong little bird?”
“Can you come get me?”
“What happened?” His voice was sharp with worry. He was always worried. That’s how I knew I could trust him. I used the bedspread to wipe my face off.
“It’s … It’s not a terrible thing but Bryan threw mud at me.”
“Little bird…”
Before Haydes could say anything else, Atlas was in my room. “Who the fuck are you on the phone with?”
Haydes growled in my ear. “I’ll be right there, little bird.”
* * *
My mind is forced backto the present. If I had known that I would one day want to choose between Haydes and the psychos who kidnapped me, I would have just ended my life. Weeks ago, I would have always chosen Haydes. Now? Now all I can think about is trying to get back to them. Haydes had always been my protector and my pseudo-brother—until he wasn’t.
Today, right this second, I don’t know who he is. My brain cannot comprehend what he’s doing to me. I mean, this is the man that yanked me out of one of my foster homes because one of the other kids pushed me down and I scraped my knee. He almost killed Atlas Gear when he found out that he was sneaking into my bedroom at night to watch me sleep.
This Haydes isn’t my protector. What has happened to my Haydes, andwho is this man?
Those questions keep repeating in my brain as he…I block everything out. I don’t want to think of rape and Haydes in the same sentence. The pair of zucchinis in me assault me, forcing my body to react. I don’t want to give him an orgasm. But it’s going to happen if he keeps it up.
