He walked to to the living room to see the prostitute on his couch. She only had on one of his baggy T-shirts. He felt his legs get week and tears in his eyes. He saw a knife in her hand, not a pocket knife, specifically she had a windlass cobra steel. He felt his heart beat.
She saw the fear in his eyes,"I'm not going to hurt you, just do what I say."
Her voice made it hard for him to hide his tears, tears fell. He felt his stomach in his throat. "Sit down."
He slowly walked to the couch and sat next to her. He didn't want to, but she made it difficult with the knife. He felt himself breathing. She licked his tears.
"Don't cry." She said it in a baby voice.
"Lay down with me." First he hesitates he forces himself to lay down with his hands on his stomach. She moves his arm so he's holding her. She lays in his arms. She isn't tiny, shes bigger than him older too. She puts her hands around him the knife close to his neck.
She puts her legs over his, she forces him to hold her waist. He tries not to move.
She ended up falling asleep and if he moves she'll know and grab her knife and kill him. He knows what she can do, with all her knifes. He crys, he tries not to shake, but he can't control the tears. He stays up all night.
He watches the sun rises and waits for her to wake up. Hours go by, she finally lifts her head. "Ugh, I have such a hangover."
She looks at him, she grabs his face and kisses him, she puts her sharp tongue in his mouth. She stops and looks him in the eyes, he physically cannot look her in the eyes.
She grabs his face with such force. "Look at me, boy." He moves his eyes to look at hers. He knows that she knows what she is doing is wrong, he knows she does.
She dose it anyway. She knows. She knows it's ruined his life. She knows he hurts himself. She knows he's scared. She know that she has most power over him, she knows he can talk, and know he knows that she wants to take him. She wants to take him with her. He knows he will die, and for a minute he thought that might be a good thing.
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• Lucky Me, I See Ghosts •
Fiksi UmumPoor little Lucky, seems like he struggles with a lot. Lucky can't do anything to save himself, to the point death seems like the only option out. He must be dreaming or everything is too much. TW:(Descriptions of sexual assault, rape, murder, Lan...
