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“You just got off,” I say, trying not to imagine it as I lean against the doorframe. “Come on. Let’s go get something to eat. We’ll have more time to play with our little kitten when she wakes up.”
4
Lucia
Iwake slowly, feeling like I’m fighting quicksand to regain consciousness. It’s not like waking up normally, that’s for sure, but I can’t tell exactly why. I try to open my eyes, but it’s as though they’re glued shut.
It’s enough to make the panic set in—which is thankfully enough to boost my adrenaline. My eyes fly open, but it takes a moment for me to even realize what I’m seeing, which is…
Nothing.
It’s a whole lot of absolutenothing. It’s brightly lit, and I almost wish for darkness.
The only thing in the room is the crappy wannabe mattress I’m lying down on, which is possibly the most uncomfortable thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. I’m alone, and that’s the only blessing because I need time to recover and regroup before one of those men comes barging in here.
I close my eyes again and try to focus, breathing in deep.
Then my eyes fly open because there’s a certain unforgettable smell I can’t seem to get away from. I try to sit up, only to stay lying down, dizzy from the effort, but I can reach up and touch my face.
I recognize it, then.
There’s dried cum on my face.
It flakes and itches, and I try to wipe it away. But it’s solid, which means it’s been there a while.
One of those fuckers came on my face.
There aren’t words to describe how fucking furious I am. I don’t care how dizzy or sick I feel right now; if one of those men walks through the door, I am going to take them out or die trying.
Probably the latter, but I’m not just going to simper and whine about them assaulting me while I was passed out.
What’s worse is that the more I come back to awareness, the more I realize.
Like the fact that I’m not wearing anything under my oversized sweater, like the fact that my panties feel stiff somehow.
Like the fact I can feel dried cum on my stomach, too.
I try to scratch it away, but it’s just… there.
That’s when I realize my pants are unbuttoned, too. Those sick fucks. I fumble with the zipper and the button, getting myself back in order so I can at least try to gather myself.
Flat on my back, I stare at the ceiling, though my eyes are drawn to a steadily blinking red light in one of the corners. Those goddamn motherfuckers. Of course they’re monitoring me. They’re probably watching this and laughing. My hands curl into fists at my sides, and I struggle for a moment before finally forcing myself to sit up.
The entire room spins, and I feel like there’s a ball of cotton in my mouth. Couldn’t they at least have left me some water?
Never mind that I’d probably use it to clean their filthy cum off of me instead of drinking it.
It’s not like I’ve ever shied away from sex before when I can get away with it away from Daddy’s all-seeing eyes, but those have all been willing encounters. The man he wants to marry me to is a rapist and an abuser, which doesn’t seem to click in Daddy’s head. He’s too stubborn to realize that trading me to that man is the worst thing he can do to me.
And it’s all over territory.
Fucker.
All men care about is money and property, and these three men are no exception.
I’m suddenly angry at everything, and I wish I had something to throw. Anything.
I stagger to my feet, barely staying upright, but I look directly at the camera. “I’m awake, you motherfuckers. Come here and try to get your dicks near me when I’m conscious. I dare you.”
