SIBLINGS

[2]

Indigo Chávez

I get home and head straight to bed like I usually do before work.

I start to walk to my room when I hear her voice and flinch.

"Indigo, you little shit! I have a client for you!" She yells with urgency towards me.

I freeze for a second before walking to my stepmom's room to 'meet' the client.

I hope it's a woman. They tend to be more gentle.

I enter my stepmom's room, and I see a tall woman with brown hair. I walk up to her. She is probably a few inches taller than me. "Hello, ma'am." I greet nervously.

She looks at her and asks her suspiciously, "How old is the boy?" She has a heavy Russian accent.

My stepmom seems slightly nervous as she responds with a lie, "he's eighteen."

My stepmom glares at me. "That's correct," I respond as I nod my head with a slight smile, knowing that will please my stepmom.

"I thought you told me he was twenty." The lady asks my stepmom with an eyebrow raised.

My stepmother responds with, "I do not recall telling you he was twenty. There is no reason for me to tell you that. I'm sure you're mistaken. I would never lie about his age. There is no reason to." She smiles, knowing she convinced the other woman.

"Indigo, why don't you show this kind lady where your room is? She did pay for your don't want to waste the time she paid for, now would you." My stepmom asks.

"No, I wouldn't want to waste her time," I respond. I look at the other woman and tell her, "If you'd follow me, I will show you my room, so we can have what you paid for."

She follows me, and I sit on my bed, and she stands right above me.

"Do anything you want to me. And I mean anything. Tie me up, hit me, tickle me, anything. I don't care." Sure. I totally don't care. You should just fucking mug me while you're at it. Would that make you happy? Fucking Communist Russian bitch.

"You don't care?"

Sure.

"Do whatever you want." Why'd I say that?

"I want you to strip for me." And I want you to kill yourself.

I take off my shirt, pants, and underwear. I'm now completely naked. My collection of scars showing.

She pushes me onto the bed and then straddles on top of me. Without thinking, I try to escape. She grabs both of my wrists and puts them above my head. She has a lot of force.

She holds my wrists with one hand as she reaches into her purse and pulls out some rope. I instantly feel my heart drop to my stomach when I see it. Who the fuck keeps rope in their purse?

I hate being tied up.

She lifts her hand from my wrists and I start to move them. She slaps me across the face. "Stay." She says in a stern voice. I gulp and nod. My face stings

She moves my wrists so they're in front of her. She ties them together. She tied them way too tight.

She moves my hands above my head, "Behind your head." She orders. I do as she asks.

She puts straps on my knees. She hooks a metal bar to them that doesn't allow me to close my legs. I can feel my heart rate increase.

I stupidly try to close my legs. I'm not sure what I thought would happen.

She looks me in the eyes and then tells me, "Open your mouth," I do as she says. She quickly shoves a ball gag in my mouth. "Lift your head." She orders. She puts the gag on too tight.

Does she not understand what too tight is?

I've never worn a gag before. Most people want to hear me and sometimes get mad if I'm not vocal.

I don't want this.

Please stop.

She unbuttons her blouse.

I don't want this.

Get off of me.

Make it stop.

Please make it stop.

A feel a tear fall from my eyes.

Please, please, stop!

I don't want this.