10. Chapter 10 #2
I flipped through the stations, unsure of what I wanted to watch. Anything but children’s shows. “What happens when we meet my parents?”
“That’s up to you, but we’re definitely going to get answers out of them. Painfully, if I have to. They better have a good reason for not finding you.”
“What if they were involved?”
“I’m going to hurt them slowly and relish in their screams. Sid already gave me the green light, but this is your rodeo. You get to choose if they live or die, or how much they suffer. Think of me as your personal weapon.”
I liked that. My personal angel of death. I nodded, thinking about what I wanted. If they did get rid of me, I wanted them to hurt as much as I hurt. “If they’re dead, then they can’t feel pain.”
Angel looked down at me with a crooked smile, and I couldn’t help but smile back. “Exactly my line of thinking.”
I nestled my head against his chest and landed on some romance movie.
Angel scoffed, but didn’t make me change it.
I liked it, watching the man and woman kiss with love and affection.
That’s what I wanted from him. I hadn’t even known about men and women together.
I’d only been isolated with men, so it was strange to see.
But I liked that anyone could be with others they liked.
That it didn’t matter if they liked a woman or a man.
He scrolled through his phone and sipped his drink with one hand while combing his fingers through my hair as I liked with the other.
I was glad he never complained about it.
It made me feel wanted and cared for. I’d never had someone want me before besides Father, although it wasn’t me he wanted, but my body.
I understood enough that it wasn’t the same.
“How did you learn to kill? Did someone teach you like you’re going to teach me?” I asked with a yawn as I relaxed under his gentle fingers.
“That’s a story for another day. It’s not something I enjoy talking about.”
I tried not to be disappointed, but I wanted to learn more about him. I wasn’t stupid, believing he was a real angel. But I could imagine him with great big feathery wings, emitting power and strength. Regardless, he was my savior and intended for me.
I yank on the leather straps holding my wrists to my bed, chafing the skin. I’m faced down with my butt in the air as I lay there forever waiting for Father. Nanny had prepped me all day, cleaning me, shaving me, and getting me ready for him. Then two big men come to my room and tie me up.
My body trembles because since I turned eighteen, Father has been especially hard on me.
Angry for growing up, as if I have any control over it.
But today, he claims it’s my nineteenth birthday.
I have no idea if it’s really my birthday or not, but Nanny told me that I needed to be especially well-behaved and do all that I was told.
Though I am facing away, my door opens, feeling the breeze behind me.
Father pulls out my desk chair and sits down.
His balding head is sweaty, and his face is angry as he forks his fingers together over his protruding belly.
I quickly look away, not wanting him to see my threatening tears.
He doesn’t give me permission to cry. His sitting down means he isn’t going to take me, but one of his men will.
One or more. I never know, which is why I’m trying not to cry.
“The only thing you’re good for is a cum dump. I’m going to have to find a new boy soon. One that can satisfy my needs. What do you think about that?”
He doesn’t want me to answer how I really feel about it. And I’m not allowed to talk with the collar.
“What are you good for?”
I freeze. Did he want me to answer after all? Because he asked me a direct question, I answered him. “Being a cum dump.”
“That’s exactly right.”
My lip trembles, and I choke back the tears as I bury my face in my pillow, awaiting whatever man is going to take me. Despite Father not wanting me, he enjoys watching and stroking himself to my cries.
“Tonight, I have a special guest. I’m thinking about selling you, and this gentleman has a thing for older teens, whereas I prefer my boys to be… more delicate and younger.”
I stay silent to be on my best behavior as I’m ordered. But I don’t want to be sold. I’m used to how things are here. Besides, I know the house and the layout, and I’ve been making plans for an escape. If they take me away, then I’d have to learn all over again.
There is no greeting or pleasantries as my potential new master pours lube over my hole and then fingers me.
“He’s ready for you already,” Father said. “You’re big, but he can take you.”
“Does he cry?” The man’s voice is deep and filled with an accent I don’t recognize.
“If you want him to.”
“I want.”
Father stands and removes my electric collar. “Cry for him. If you don’t, you will be beaten after taking it in the ass from all my men.”
That’s not hard to accomplish since I’m close to tears already.
He grabs my face by the chin and yanks my head to face the man who wants to buy me. “See, look at his tears already. Right on cue.”
He’s blond with gray hair and big. Much bigger than Father, but he isn’t fat. His nakedness ripples with muscle. I know right then that this man can kill me with little effort.
I let out a sob from fear, and the man smiles at me as he reaches down and swipes away my tears with a thumb. He brings his finger to his mouth and sucks on the salty wetness. “Such beauty. Let’s see how perfect he really is.”
With that, he slams home to my scream. He’s too big, and I’m not stretched enough for him. The burn and sting send waves of pain throughout my body as I slowly get lost in my mind, away from massive accented men and fathers who no longer want me.
I woke with a gasp and an ache in my bottom, despite not really having been taken.
It had only been a dream. Not quite a dream, but a memory of a living nightmare.
I didn’t know when I fell asleep, but the physical and emotional pain woke me up, and I found myself in my own bed.
I rubbed my wrists as if I had still been strapped by the digging leather, and once the lingering tingles of fear rippled away, I grabbed Rabbit and headed toward Angel’s room.
Cleo was right by my side, as always, as I slowly twisted the knob to his door and walked in. I wasn’t sure why I was trying to be quiet. He always knew when I came in.
He groaned and rolled over to face me with eyes still shut. “Go back to bed.”
“Please, Angel. I had a bad dream.”
“You always have bad dreams. I get them all the time, too. Just remember, they aren’t real.” He rolled away from me and pulled the covers over his head in dismissal.
“But they are real. This one really happened.”
He sighed and growled. “Dammit, what do you want me to do? We’re training you to be strong. You need to stop coming in here and sleeping with me.”
I sat on his bed, refusing to leave, while knowing he wouldn’t physically hurt me.
“All that I remember from my life is pain and loneliness. You at least let me touch you without lashing out at me. I’ll be strong, I promise, but just let me have this.
Please. Just being close to you reminds me of my new life.
I feed from your strength and security.”
He lay there so long with an arm draped over his eyes that I thought he’d fallen asleep. “Luca, you’re already getting… too attached.”
“And why shouldn’t I be? You’re mine, and I’m yours. Of course, I’m attached to you. You will eventually get attached to me, too. You’ll see.”
He mumbled something about it already happening and that he wasn’t happy about it, then rolled away from me again. “Whatever. Just… no cold feet on my legs.”
I smiled and eased into the bed, careful not to be disruptive, and slipped under the covers. With Rabbit pressed close to me, I snuggled my body against his warm one. Soon I could breathe easier as the nightmare washed away with happy thoughts of my Angel.