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Sebastian steps inside, removes his shirt, and closes the door. It must be time for bed. He is here right on time to claim me again, to be the last man who makes me scream before the blackness takes me away. For fuck sake, he is fucking ruthless.
4
Christian
Idon’t even need to think about where I am going anymore. It has become a morning fucking routine, working out, checking my emails, figuring out which fucking house to hit next, and making my way down to the coffee shop when they first open. No one in my life understands what I am doing, and honestly, neither do I. It is not something I can fully explain in words. And believe me, I have fucking tried, and it never fucking comes out right.
It is like a fucking addict, you get a taste, a fucking touch, a smell of that one fucking drug you have wanted all of your life, but you never thought you would find it. Then you do, and you fucking walk away from it, and from that moment on, you crave it, you need it, you feel as if you don’t have it, you are going to fucking destroy everything until you do. Well, that is fucking how I felt and feel about this girl, the girl whose name is mine and mine alone. I won’t fucking say it out loud. My Padre would fucking destroy her to make sure I never have her if he found her before I fucking do.
Don’t ask me why he would or how I know he would; I just fucking do. My Padre is ruthless, and if he feels that something is getting in the way of me doing my job for him, he will not fucking think twice about destroying it.
Keeping her name a secret is the only way I know how to keep her safe until she is officially mine. And she will be fucking mine, even if I have to come here every fucking day, then so fucking be it.
I rest back in my seat, my hand resting against my face, as I look across the street at the coffee shop. I come here so much that they have started bringing my coffee to my car because they know I am not moving. When my Padre doesn’t need me, he knows that I am here watching the coffee shop once again, looking for the girl that looked into my eyes, saw the monster, and didn’t fucking turn away.
It is rare to find someone that makes your heart stop and beat faster at the same time, someone that can look right into your fucking soul, and you know they see the bad shit. Instead of them turning away, they turn towards you. That is what she fucking did to me. She didn’t turn away from me, not from my eyes, my voice, or my fucking touch. Fuck I wish I didn’t make the mistake of walking away, but I will do everything in my fucking power to make it right. The problem is, I can’t find any fucking record of her. I only know certain things, but she is like a ghost, someone that just fucking disappeared. Her face takes over my dreams, her voice echoes inside my head, and I know that I will continue to fucking feel nuts until my eyes see her again, until I hear her voice again, and until my skin can touch hers again.
4 Hours Later
I look down at the phone in my lap as it starts to buzz, seeing Ty’s name flashing across the screen. He only contacts me when it is important, and it usually involves him and the others finding another sex house. Another house we have to fucking burn down.
I fucking swear pimps are worst than fucking trying to keep drug dealers in line. We all have a line we won’t fucking cross; mine is the sex houses. I will never run or fucking control them. The only thing I plan on doing to them is burning them all to the fucking ground. When it is my turn to take over and be fucking king, a lot of things will change, including my family being involved in the sex trade.
I swipe my finger across the screen and see a picture of the house and the address. They are already there waiting for me; of course, they fucking are. I look out the window toward the coffee shop as a woman walks out, but it isn’t her. It is never her.
I start my car, put it in drive, and hit the gas, turning onto the road towards the sex house. One of these days, these fuckers will learn their fucking lessons. There are no fucking sex houses in my territory. Until then, we will continue to burn them down and kill everyone inside. The cops don’t fucking care about a sex house burning down or the dead pimps and bastards inside. We are making their jobs easier for them.
Her face flashes into my mind as I drive farther and farther away from the coffee shop. One of these fucking days, I will find her, and when I do, I am never fucking let her go again.
5
Nicole
6 Months Held Captive
“Hanging on to myself is only something I can do for so long.”
Sebastian came in not that long ago to look me over; his fingers filled my pussy, reminding me again that I was his. He whispered what he would do to me later, making my heart sink. You would think after six months of being chained to this bed and only taking a shower once a week, I would be used to this shit, but I’m not. I still scream, my body still fights, and my heart, soul, and mind try to hang onto some of who I was before this damn basement. Sebastian washes my body clean of the jizz and blood, but then he makes sure to fill my pussy with his.
Sebastian repeats the same words to me on a loop, day in and day out. He says he loves me, says that this is how you show someone you love them, and says that my body, mind, heart, and soul belong to him, but none of the things he says is true. My body is just an object for men to use, my heart is broken into pieces that are sharp and unable to tape back together, my soul is cold and distant, and my mind, well, it is cracked, the thoughts all-consuming, negative intrusive thoughts. I am nothing more than an object to make him money, and the more money my body brings, the happier and more possessive and controlling he becomes.
And just like with everything else; eventually, my body will expire, and Sebastian will get rid of me; I have been wondering if death is peaceful. I wonder if my death would bring me peace or if the only place my soul would go is hell for being used the way I am. My entire body is covered in cuts and bruises, each man coming in needing to do something different to be able to get off, and all I can do is lay here and take it like a good little fucking puppet.
I take a shaky breath as the door opens, and a man walks in and closes the door. He reaches into his back pocket, making my heart race. The fear of what he might have in his hand fucking consumes me. When men bring their own objects, it means they have a plan of what they want to do to me, and I try to figure it out before they do anything. Still, my thoughts are way the fuck off, and what they actually intend to do is a lot fucking worse than what is inside my mind.
But just like the others before this man, he will show me what he has in his hand, and once again, the screams will leave me. Once again, Sebastian will be able to listen to my screams and get turned on by them. Even though I don’t want to give him what he wants, he always wins in the fucking end.
The man makes his way over to me, just like the others. He unbuttons his pants and pulls them down with his boxers, allowing them both to fall to his ankles. I still can’t see what the fuck is in his hand, and I try to move away from him as he stops at the side of the bed, but just like so many times before, the chains keep me restrained. No matter how many times I fail to move away from them, I will never stop trying; it is the only fucking thing I have left.
“You ready to be my good little whore?” The man asks with a creepy smile, sending chills down my spine. He grabs my face, forcing me to open my mouth. He lifts his other hand and puts some pills into my mouth, then forces me to close my mouth. I don’t want to swallow them, but I am scared of what he will do to me if I don’t, so I do just like a good little whore would do. I swallow them.
3 Hours Later
I slowly open my eyes and assess my body. Everything fucking hurts; my jaw, my ass, my pussy, and the inside of my left thigh is on fire. My heart races as I try to look down at my thigh, I can’t see much, but I can see the new carving in my skin –Whore. I drop my head down on the pillow and let the tears fall and roll down my cheeks.Dirty Bitch. Good little whore.
In the beginning, my mind, heart, and soul refused to believe the things the men said to me. My mind told me they were just saying these things to get inside my head. But now, after all of this, my thoughts are changing, my heart and soul are beginning to change, and the things these men are calling me are on an endless loop that, no matter how hard I try, is starting to become facts to me. Even though my mind screams at my body as these men claim me, my insides wrap tightly around their dicks. I try and tell myself it is just a normal body response to have a dick in my pussy and for my pussy to act the way it does. But maybe, just maybe, it is because I am dirty, and maybe it is because I am a whore.
Is that why my father hasn’t come for me?
