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Chapter Four
ARIA
I watch through bleary eyes as the men begin to come into the room, the men that would start my night off. I don’t doubt a single thing I was told about what is going to happen to me while I am here, and I am not even sure if I will want to make it out alive when all is said and done. I don’t rightly think it is something anyone, even someone like me, goes around imagining how they will react in such a situation. I was so naive, always thinking I would get a wedding to the man that was chosen for me and a wedding night to remember; my virginity intact for that special one. I may not have been in love with him right away, but I would try and learn just like my mother had with my father. That was my legacy, and I was happy to do it. I would still be happy to do it if I got out of here before being touched. But my hope is wearing thin.
I take a moment to note how young some of these men are as Cheng relays some kind of orders to them in Chinese. That does not happen to be a language I am fluent in, so I have no idea what is actually being spoken.
He wasn’t kidding when he said these would be their new members. I would guess many of them were under 20 and all of them younger than myself. I can’t imagine how these men had to have been raised to get involved in such a gang at such a tender age. I know the mafia has its bad sides, places like this and times like these, but we don’t have little boys doing our dirty work and certainly don’t take young, innocent women and begin to torture them for the sins of their father, not if they had no knowledge of the issue at hand. At least, I would like to think my father wouldn’t do that. But maybe I have been wrong just like I was wrong about my safety.
I accidentally catch the eyes of the man closest to me, and he smirks and then blows me a kiss, making my stomach feel sick. I don’t want to start this out by being weak enough to empty the contents of my stomach, but I am pretty sure they are going to come out at some point.
Then, Cheng leaves the room along with the men he originally came in with; all but one who stands vigil in the corner. I guess heels supposed to make sure all these men participate so they can be initiated.
They begin to line up in front of me, and I take a deep breath, noting that a few in the back have different weapons and objects, even a baseball bat. I brace myself as the first one comes up. He forces me to look at him, yanking my head back by my hair. I grit my teeth as he lifts a hand up to my face, his thumb tracing my lips. That’s when I notice the finger armor he is wearing; it comes to a spike on the end that is likely very sharp. I don’t get a chance to think or react as he suddenly tears into my skin, ripping the side of my mouth open as I feel the hot blood trickle down my face.
He says something to me in Chinese and then spits in my eye. Immediately, he lets go and makes room for the next person as I try to rub his phlegm out of my ocular cavity. I am disgusted, and I know it is only the beginning.
I keep thinking as one after the other comes to me and does something in his own way that I am going to black out. I will pass out from the pain, and I will stop feeling it. That’s what brains under this much stress are supposed to do in order to save us, right? But as the man with the baseball bat approaches, three from the end of the line, there is no such luck. I let out a little squeal and feel instantly humiliated by all this. The raping hasn’t even begun, and I am already being such a pussy. But where is my father and his men? Why have I not been found and saved?
I try to channel all the strong women in the clan that I know have endured things like this; Mariana, for instance, but it doesn’t help. I am not her. I am not strong, I am a spoiled brat who has been so sheltered by my father all these years, and I didn’t even know it. I am pathetic.
He swings at my knee, and I cry out. I don’t know if it was hard enough to break it, but the pain is blinding all the same. I start to count the hits like a ritual...2...3....he hits me head....4...5...my other knee and my shin. But I begin to lose count, and all I can do is scream bloody murder over the chants he is growling into my ear. This is a word I know. "Biao zi"...."Bitch". I am their bitch. That is what they are telling me. And I believe it.
When it is all over, my whole body throbs and feels broken. There is no other way to describe it. The only mercy there is the fact that they do have someone come and take me to the bed like was promised. Not that I am looking forward to what comes next, but at least I am somewhere soft, and my binds are gone. I don’t think they believe I have the ability to escape anymore, between my head injury and whatever has been done to my knee. They are probably right. But the one thing I am reading, that I know I have to do, is stay awake. I know I have a concussion, but I don’t want to witness these men taking something from me that I was sure would always still be mine to give.
By some miracle, there is time alone, well, as alone as they will allow. I lay in the bed, staring at the blank, concrete ceiling, and my mind is pretty damn blank. I have nothing to think or care about anymore. Nothing but the pain, and if I think about that, I will either scream or chew my own arm off to get it to dull.
But then I hear them, the footsteps on the stairs, and the celebrating that is going on because these men get to fuck Aria Funar. What a useless name that is about to become. I might as well be a Gonzales or a Smith. Because that is all I will be worth until the day I die now, which might come sooner rather than later if they get any rougher with me, or if they ever give me the means I would need to end it myself. I imagine too long in a place like this will easily lead me to that kind of desperation.
I am surprised, something I didn’t think I could be anymore, as the first man in front of me is Cheng himself.
"I have decided that I want the honor of taking the virginity of Baptiste's daughter," he says so smoothly like he is doing me a kindness by this. Maybe he is. Maybe it is because he knows the rest won’t be gentle at all, which I suspect Cheng is just sick enough and wanting enough of my power and title to be. He is enjoying this in a different way than the others; the worst of them all, if I think on it long enough.
I say nothing, a silent prayer going up to whatever god may be listening because if I ever needed him, it is now. Cheng climbs onto the bed with me, plenty of onlookers behind him. Some have the decency to look away while others have their eyes glued to us like this is a fetish for them, and maybe it is. There are all kinds of people in this world. It takes all kinds to make it go round.
My panties are taken off so slowly, you would think this was some kind of first date or something the way he is handling this so delicately. My lip quivers, and I hate that I am giving him a reason to know that this is affecting me, but I can’t help it. This is a status symbol for me and my family. And even if it isn’t that...this would still hurt. It hurts my very soul to know that this is how I will experience sex for the first time. And for so many times to come until I am used up and broken just like it was promised.
I am exposed, and he slides up to me. I don’t know where to focus my eyes because I don’t want to make it intimate by looking at Cheng, but some of the men are pulling themselves out to enjoy the show. I don’t want to see that either. So, I close my eyes. I pretend that I am shopping or at a business meeting or having dinner with my brothers. Anywhere but here. But I still feel it when he slips inside. I am untouched; how can I not?
He breaks inside me, and even though he is gentle, the pain is searing. I feel it over all my other injuries and cry out as my injured knee jerks in response. I hear the sighs of Cheng in my ear. He is taking absolute pleasure in this, and I feel my last meal ready to come up. I hold it back, not wanting to throw up on Cheng. That is probably the worst thing I could do right now, right under trying to fight back. Lay here and take it. That’s what I have to do to survive, and I wonder when the moment will come when I no longer have the will to survive.
There is another line when Cheng is finished, wiping me up, yet another courtesy, but I don’t know if it’s for me or for his men. It could even be for himself; a show that his seed does not need to be mixing with those lesser than him.
I want to go to sleep and wake up again only when this is over as these men take their turns inside of me. Some of them whisper to me where others silently do their business and move on only minutes later. I know I have it easy, that this is not the worst of his men or the worst they will do. These men are gentle compared to what I know is coming for me if I stay here.
When they all finally leave, I curl into a ball, sobbing in silence until I fall asleep, and there are no dreams that come to comfort me.
