Chapter 10
“It’s gettin’ late, boys,” Geo announced. “Say nighty night, Rue,” he smirked, pulling her out of the chair and guiding her back towards the hall. She stumbled, rolling an ankle in the heels, and Geo huffed and yanked her up. Holding her around her hips, he carried her to her room, leaving her shoe where she’d lost it. Tossing her on the bed, Geo flipped her other shoe off as she rolled to sit up and scoot back. “I think maybe you jus’ cain’t help yourself,” he told her, pacing the length of her bed and back. “That mouth jus’ runs, don't it?”
“Sometimes,” she agreed, looking past him to the open door and the man who stood on the wall, looking in.
“I think you need to learn some control… or maybe I’ll jus’ cut that tongue out. How ‘bout that?”
“I’ll try to be more mindful,” she answered, trembling as she put her back to the wall.
He snorted, then leaned up and grabbed her ankle, yanking her down the bed. She tried to roll, but he pinned her on her side and straddled her lower leg. Her upper leg he hooked an arm under and bent up, then gripped both her wrists in that hand as he held her down.
“Not again! Please!” she begged in a fearful whisper as he unzipped his pants with his free hand .
“Your own fuckin fault for gettin’ my blood up, bitch!” he countered, shoving her dress up to her waist and yanking her panties to the side. “Learn to keep your fuckin’ mouth shut!”
Sailor let out a sob as she tried to twist, but he held her firmly as his fingers groped her, then he slid his dick into her.
“Oh, tha’s fuckin’ RIGHT!” he groaned, burying his cock deep and leaning over her, gripping her hair in a fist.
Sailor whimpered again as he began pumping his hips, then opened her eyes in surprise at how good it felt. She didn’t know what was different or why, but every time his cock slid into her, it was gliding over a spot again and again, and it was beautiful.
“Shit!” he panted after just a few moments, then went still and came inside of her.
Sailor let out a breath, both in relief and in loss, as he pulled out of her.
Laughing at her with a sneer of disdain, he backed up and buttoned his pants, then turned and left, flipping the light off and slamming the door shut.
Sailor fixed her underwear, then moved up the bed to get in the blankets. The dress was uncomfortable, but she didn’t dare turn the light on to try and find something to change into, not after he had turned it off. Someone was out there standing guard.
Instead, she pulled the blankets close and curled up, wiping away tears. She lay there awake, too afraid to sleep or move around too much. Her mind kept going back to those brief strokes of bliss and she wondered if it would begin to be that way from now on. She’d heard enough talk, read enough books, and seen enough movies to know that sex was good after the first time… but she hadn’t expected it to feel good while he was forcing himself on her. There was something inherently wrong with that, somehow. Her body shouldn’t be allowed to betray her that way, should it?
She reasoned that it was just reacting to stimuli, and just because it felt good didn’t mean she was giving in somehow. She was giving him nothing! He was a sadistic pig, and she would find a way to ensure he got his. Him and all his little gangbanger friends.
Even Davon?
Yeah… even Davon.
He had her mom put in some state facility with overworked and underpaid employees who didn’t give a shit about anyone. It was better than starving to death and dying alone, but only barely. She would still think Sailor had abandoned her.
Turning over, she cried into her pillow, anguish taking over all of her anger.