AZALEA

Chapter 2

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A Z A L E A ' S   P O V

 I can hear the front door opening, loud voices and then the door slamming shut from my position in my 'room. It's later in the day and now I'll keep to my so-called 'promise'.

When Henri wants to use me like this, he prefers that I get dressed, or more like undress, into the lacey underwear and wait for him on my knees beside my 'bed'. My bed consists of an old mattress on the floor with a single pillow and a thin blanket.

I hear a pair of heavy footsteps comping up the stairs and passing by my room. Then I hear a second pair following after the first. Marc most likely went to retrieve the beer bottles from the kitchen for his entertainment.

Okay, breathe. You've done this all before. Just think about mama and what you're doing to keep her safe. Think about the day you'll meet her again. Think about the day when you'll finally be free from the cruel bounds of this world.

The door opens and I already know it's Marc, making sure I am where I'm supposed to be and then getting himself comfortable. He approaches me like always and asks if I'm in pain anywhere, he gives me a peck on the lips that I do my best not to back away from and then he sits on the chair in the corner.

Then I hear footsteps, the door clicking shut, his belt buckle being undone, the top of a beer bottle being popped off.

Breathe, breathe, breathe.

I feel his rough fingers trailing over my face and down my neck. He grips the ends of my hair and tugs it harshly, sending a shockwave of pain through my scalp and, moving my head to look at him.

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

I can see the lust in his eyes as he stares down at me. I see that his belt is in his hands, his zipper pulled down and button undone.

Breathe, you're okay. Breathe, you're okay. Breathe you're okay.

I feel like I'm watching from out with my own body. I know what's happening but it's like I can't feel my own pain or emotions. He pulls me off the ground by a hand around my throat.

That's going to bruise.

He assesses what I'm wearing and nods in approval. I'm turned around and my hands are bound behind my back by his brown leather belt. The clinking of the buckle's metal as I'm forced back onto my knees after my cheap, shitty lace bra is torn off of my body, ripped clean in half. I'm left in the lace thong, on my knees in front of one of the men who's supposed to protect me from other boys and men, not cause me to need protection from him.

And then his trousers are around his ankles and his hand is in my hair, guiding me to where he wants me. After Henri abuses my mouth, Marc stands up and comes closer.

What the fuck is going on? Why is he moving? No, please don't.

And then he has invaded my mouth as well. Henri moves behind me and without warning thrusts into me. His movements pushing my head further around Marc. Tears stream down my face as I choke, my only thoughts are how much I'd rather be dead.

They continue to take turns wherever they please on me and in me for hours, and I feel paralysed for the entire time. I didn't even have the bliss of passing out.

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For once, they both left after finishing with me. Marc has never touched me like that until today and I now realise that maybe the alcohol wasn't for entertainment but his liquid courage to do what he just did, to follow in his brother's footsteps.