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Please vote and comment. Warning: sexual assault
I fall back at the impact of his slap. My bruised and scarred naked body hitting the cold floor. I muffle my whimpers, trying to stay quite.
"What did I fucking tell you? I told you to open your mouth." Nikolai yells.
I was taken when I was only 10. I don't remember much from back then. But I remember my mama and papa. I remember a little boy that I used to play with. A little boy that gave me his ring. But that's all. Every other memory is a horrible one, that I'd much rather forget.
They brought me to Nikolai's sex slavery ring in New York. Nikolai is the don of the Russian mafia, I had learnt. There were hundreds of other girls. When I first came here, they trained me. Trained me to cook, clean, submit, and obey. When I turned 15, they started touching me. Touching me everywhere. Using my body for horrible, painful things. And if I refused, they punished me. Tortured me. They made their assault even more painful.
I've been here for 10 years, and I no longer have any hope for getting out of here. No one's coming to save me.
"I'm sorry, master." I speak quietly as I get back on my knees, putting my hand on my thighs as silent tears fall down my face. I look down, not daring to disrespect him by looking him in the eyes.
"Look at me." Nikolai, says as he grips my chin roughly, tilting it up.
I obey, looking at him. His evil blue eyes looking into mine.
"I love you." He says.
He's been saying this for a few weeks now. Telling me he loves me. He said, that's why every other girl has multiple masters but, I'm only his.
But, I remember what my mom always told me.
'Love is a powerful thing, Isabella. It can be used for good. But it can also be used to manipulate you. To trick you. Always remember, someone who loves you, would never ever hurt you. They would protect you and care for you, no matter what. Don't let them trick you, Fiore.'
"But you need to learn your lesson, little one. Now open that filthy mouth." His evil voice fills the room.
I flinch at his tone, tears falling down my face, but I open my mouth. He moans in satisfaction, as his disgusting face takes a look of desire.
He's gonna do one of the things that hurt.
He takes his boxers off, letting his member spring free. My body shakes in fear, and I shut my eyes, wanting this to just be over.
I feel his hands on my lips, before they move to my hair. His rough hands pull on my hair, making me whimper.
Then for the part I dreaded most. I feel the tip of his length at my lips. His other hand slaps me, making pain spread through my cheek.
That's gonna bruise.
"Open wider, šljuha." (Slut)
I comply, opening wider, as more and more tears fall down my face.
He pushes his member in my mouth, all in one thrust. I choke, feeling disgusted and nauseous. My nails subconsciously dig into my thighs, as I try to stay in position.
God, just get this over with. Please. Get me out of this hell.
"Ahhh" he groans. "You're only a piece of meat to fuck. That's the only thing your good for. To be used by me. Pomni èto." (Remember this.) he groans out, as he starts roughly thrusting in and out of my mouth.
Maybe he is right. Maybe this is all I deserve. All I'm good for. To be taken without my permission. To be punished and used. To be hit. To be hurt.
I cry feeling disgusted with my own body, as he keeps thrusting into my mouth. I choke, feeling some bile rise up, but I push it down, knowing he'd torture me if I threw up right now.
"Yeah." Nikolai groans, as he pulls on my hair, bobbing my head, faster and faster. "Moja protivnaja devočka." He groans. (My nasty girl.)
Stop. Please stop. Please...
My throat and jaw ache, as he fastens his pace. The top of his member hitting the back of my throat making me gag.
He suddenly pulls out, his hand stroking his member before I feel a sticky substance all over my face. I pant heavily, not being able to breath as I cringe at the feeling on my face. He groans, as he brings his hand down, rubbing the substance all my face. His hand burning my skin.
Stop.
"Ahh. Look at you. Dirty little girl. You have my cum all over your face." He mutters, before he suddenly slaps me. I fall back on the floor, my face feeling wet and dirty. My throat and jaw hurting. My chest heavy.
Please.
"Go get cleaned up, šljuha. Be back here in 15 minutes. You're sleeping with me tonight." (Slut) He says.
Fear spread through me at his words because I knew what that meant. He was gonna do the thing that really hurt. The thing that made me feel like I'm being ripped apart. Emotionally and physically.
I quickly get up, getting out of his room as fast as I can. I whimper, crying out, as my sore body aches when I run to the bathroom. I feel the men's eyes on my naked body as I run through the building.
I finally get to the bathroom, and I slide down the door. I grab the towel and wipe my face, feeling disgusting. My chest feeling heavy, the fear and exhaustion never leaving my heart.
"Please, help me." I cry out to no one in particular. "Some one help me. Get me out of here." I whimper, in defeat.
I just want to be free. I want to be normal. A normal person that doesn't have a master. A person who could go out for milkshakes. Maybe I could be the person that buys myself flowers. Lilac, in specific. Maybe I could go out to the mall, and get a cute little floral dress. Maybe I could have people who loved me. Someone who protected me, cared about me. Someone who saw me for more than just a body to be used. More than a punching bag. Maybe. Just maybe, I'd have that.
