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"C'mon, baby, drop those panties 'n let us show ya how a real woman feels?!"
"We will make ya feel so good once you just listen to what we tell ya!"
"I-I-I can-n-n-'t I belong to ma-a-aster Wallace 'n no o-o-one els-s-s-se,"
"I don't see yo Master Wallace anywhere, do ya boys? I was tryna be nice 'n coax your dumb ass to give me 'n my boys a good time! I'm not gonna repeat it slut. Take off yo panties and spread ya legs like a good little bitch!"
"N-n-n-no. N-no! NOOOO!"
I nearly leaped out of bed as I was panting. My dark chocolate eyes bounced from different spots on the roughly blank four walls. The sight of a picture of a naked girl striking a "sexy" pose caught my eyes on one wall. Another wall had a black dresser, and the door to the closet opened, revealing a hanging mirror. The sun's rays slight peeked through the closed blinds shielding me from its harsh rays.
A naked picture of a girl, huh? Then I must be in Wally's room. He must have put me in his room after I fell asleep on him last night.
My hands gripped tightly around the somewhat soaked sweat sheets of the bed. I pulled the sheets up to my breasts like a protection blanket, which became a habit since that incident. The side of the bed dipped, indicating that someone was sitting on the bed, which grabbed my attention. I felt a rough callous hand gently rubbing my short brown-black hair. My eyes were met with a familiar pair of eyes that were somewhat cold, dazed, alert, yet soft jet black eyes.
"You're safe now," Nikkie told me as his large, lightly tanned, brutal hand came down to my cheek, caressing his thumbs against my cheek.
I calmed down when I caught sight of Nikkie. Nikkie is better known as Nicolas Brown. Nikkie's short jagged, ebony bangs from his hair covered one of his eyes, but I saw past it; looking at his stoic yet lost glare brought me comfort over the years. I remembered when Nikkie didn't say a word living up to that legendary quote, "silent, but deadly." I recall seeing Nikkie as this skinny kid holding his katana to his chest like a short scared puppy, but now he is a tall, muscular, feared man who keeps his katana with a thick red ribbon I gave him from that night.
I pushed the cover that was protecting me off my body. I climbed into Nikkie's lap like a baby. My small hands gripped Nikkie's onyx tank top for dear life as I buried my head in his neck.
"Minnie, those bad men won't hurt you anymore as long as Worick and I are around," Nikkie continued to calm me down, rubbing my back.
I was surprised that Nikkie was speaking to me in the morning. Usually, Nikkie would be either giving off a stupefy glance on his face, or he would sign what he was saying. I wonder how he knew I needed him. Nikkie placed his big hand caressing my cheek to the back of my head, pushing me deeper into his neck. I smelt his morning shower body wash as the aroma of the body wash was nearly putting me to sleep.
