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“No. Please, no,” I whimpered. Looking around my room, there was no escape. I couldn’t even open the door myself.
He pulled his briefs off and I slammed my eyes shut, whispering to myself that I was going to be okay. But I didn’t believe an ounce of what I was saying; I wasn’t going to be okay when this man forced himself on me.
“Demi, open your eyes. If you don’t open them… Bradley will die,” he warned.
Flinging my eyes open, I knew better than to gamble with this devil. His hand was around his hardened penis, and he smiled with satisfaction as he began to stroke himself. “Demi, yes… Oh fuck, you’re so tight, gorgeous,” he moaned out, staring into my eyes while he pumped faster.
Stomach acid rose in my mouth as I cried harder and began to shut my eyes again. “Close them and he dies,” he grunted as he licked his palm and continued pleasuring himself. Prying my eyes open, I swallowed the burning acid in my mouth as it scalded my throat.
Ian Ivory turned around and opened my dresser drawer. Peeling a pair of my panties out, he walked closer to me, and said, “Hold them with two hands.”
“Please, no.” My voice trembled as I begged for him to stop. I prayed the tears flowing from my eyes would blur my vision completely.
“If you care for Bradley, you’ll do as you’re told, Demi. Do not play with fire because you will only get burned.” Ian forcefully opened my hands as I made a face of disgust at the feel of his clammy fingers against my skin.
Holding my panties in my palms, he began stroking himself again until he closed his eyes and yelled my name in pleasure. His semen soaked my panties that were in my shaking hands as I sobbed harder.
Once he was done, he looked at me and grabbed the underwear. “Now, open your mouth,” he hissed.
I couldn’t stop sobbing, and as soon as my lips parted, he shoved the dampened panties into my mouth. The saltiness of his semen caused me to immediately gag as he pushed them farther in.
I began choking, unable to breathe with my nasal passages completely clogged and my mouth stuffed with the dirtied underwear. Bile rose in my mouth, and I turned away toward the floor and spat the panties and a mouthful of vomit out.
Ian laughed wickedly behind me. “Clean that mess up, Demi. Don’t make my home filthy.” I didn’t hear him leave, I didn’t hear the door open or close, but after a few grueling minutes, I wiped at my mouth and looked over.
He was gone.
I forced myself out of the bed and ran into the bathroom. Grabbing the mouthwash, I filled the cup and swallowed half of it. I wanted to clean my mouth, my throat, and every single part of me he had touched. Brushing my teeth rigorously, I climbed into the shower and waited for the water to steam before sinking down and crying while I scrubbed my body.
But no amount of stinging mint mouthwash or soap could make me feel clean after that. My skin was raw as I shoved my finger down my throat forcing myself to vomit.
“Demi?” Becca called out and opened the shower curtain.
Slapping my arms around my breasts and drawing my knees up, I screamed, “Becca! Get the hell out!”
“Demi… calm down. I can’t leave without you. I have to get you ready for your date. Conrad is waiting.” She had changed out of the formal dress back into her usual white suit.
“Please hurry. They don’t like to be kept waiting.” This time, she didn’t say it with her usual quirkiness or joy. This time she was hoping I’d do as she asked so there wouldn’t be further repercussions.
“I can’t do this.” I cried and pushed myself up. Quickly rinsing my body off, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself.
“Please, Demi. They’ll hurt me if you don’t.”
Tears trickled down my face as my eyes burned the same way my throat did. I had no choice. Everything I did would impact someone else. I was numb. Completely numb.
Sinking down into the small stool, Becca opened her large makeup tote and hurriedly began working on my face. I didn’t feel the feathering of her brushes against my skin, I didn’t feel the irritation against my eyes as she lined them with eye makeup. I didn’t feel her blow dry and brush my blonde hair. I didn’t feel anything anymore.
Perhaps, I never had.
Perhaps, I never was meant to feel in this lifetime.
Spinning me around, she handed me a tube of lipstick. “It’s best when you apply it yourself.” She tilted her head with a semi-smile.
Rolling the tube up, I stared at the nude lip color and lathered it over my lips. I didn’t want to look at myself. I didn’t care to.
“This white sundress will be perfect for today.” Becca pointed at the outfit she must have laid out while I showered.
I changed into it, then followed Becca out. The doors opened and sunlight immediately hit my skin, but it didn’t feel warm and reassuring. It was just light reflecting against my skin.
