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He wrapped my arms around his neck before lifting me to his arms. I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist, unabashedly rubbing my pussy on his hardness, moaning loudly as I chased the pleasure. But he stopped me, blocked my orgasm once again.
I whimpered in protest, moaned, “More.”
He didn’t say anything or I didn’t hear through my panting, but his weight on me as he put me on the bed was euphoria. His warm, hard lines on my naked body were too good to be true.
“Aren’t you hungry and thirsty?” he whispered. Even these non-sexual question caused a shiver ran through my body.
“Yes,” I whispered, but I wasn’t willing to let him go. This guy above me felt like the only thing I needed.
He placed his face into the crook of my neck, pushed his weight more into me. Moaning, I wrapped myself tighter around him, like an ivy. A shudder rocked my body as throbbing between my legs intensified with the wet trail he put on my neck. My tight embrace loosened around him as my body became a rag doll because of the intense pleasure and he took advantage of my weakness. He slowly brought my arms above my head, putting his weight on his knees as he sat up above me.
I watched him like I watched the fire, hypnotized and with awe. He was too beautiful to look at, but also too beautiful to look away.
Shock and confusion washed over me when he tied my arms to the bed, but lust diminished any other feeling that tried to stand out. He lifted me upright like I was sitting and got out of the bed only to turn back with a glass of water and a slice of bread in his hand. My mouth watered with the sight of both, the lust had been forgotten or most likely pushed aside.
“Take a bite, my little Angel,” he whispered, sitting close to me on the bed.
The first bite of the bread was like the most delicious thing I tasted, I devoured the first thing I ate during my stay in this room. Chewing it slowly, I noticed the colorful cloud was disintegrating, my consciousness was coming back to me.
“Now, take a sip,” he brought the glass to my lips, “Good girl.”
This continued till the slice of bread was gone and the glass was empty.
Now that I was fuller than I had been a few minutes ago, guilt darkened my mind. I bent my knees to my chest, trying to become as small as possible on the bed. My arms were wide open and tied so I couldn’t wrap them around my knees like I wanted to do.
I hated the drug he gave me. It was messing with my head, making me desire him, doing stupid things even though I wanted nothing to do with him.
I hated my weakness.
I flinched when he stretched his hand to touch me, but it didn’t stop him. He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me down with a smirk on his face. Grabbing my ankles he tied them on the bed too without losing eye-contact with me.
“Why are you doing this?” I choked. The tears caused by guilt and shame pooled my eyes.
“Because I want you,” he said and turned to leave, but stopped just before closing the door behind him, “And this is the only way I know.”
MIKE –Age 8
I wake up to mom’s scream. She is with that man again, Theo. She is always with that guy and I don’t like him. I know that he isn’t my mom’s friend, he’s hurting her. He comes, makes mom moan, groan, scream, and cry. My mom always cries when he comes. When he leaves I help her to clean the wounds he made, but she always says that he loves her, he is the best guy she can find and that she loves him.
Is this what love is?
Does love hurt people?
“Take that, bitch! Choke on it!” he shouted. He always calls my mom those names –bitch, whore, slut… I don’t want him to call her those names. My mom is beautiful, especially when she smiles, but she doesn’t smile lately. She is always in her bed, always tired. Sometimes she doesn’t even open her eyes to look at me. She says she is exhausted.
I see she takes her medicine, she injects something into her arm, but that medicine doesn’t work well, doesn’t make her better. It makes her happy for awhile, though. She smiles with her eyes closed after she pushes that needle into her arm. Sometimes she uses it before Theo comes. Then, she doesn’t cry after he leaves. She enjoys her time with him if she gets her shot before his arrival.
I want my mom to be happy.
/> Even though she doesn’t seem to care for me.
“Yes! Harder!” Mom screams and then laughs. I think she took her medicine earlier this time.
“Ahh, yes, Theo. Yes. More,” she shouted. Then, I hear a weird noise like two things slapping together.
“Ride it, slut. Ride it faster,” he groaned.
They both sound like they are doing something good, having fun. Even though sometimes I worry if they are hurting, mostly my mom. I don’t care about Theo much. But my mom loves him.
