Love + Abuse Chapter 5

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As I slowly started to wake up it felt like my hands were being stretched. I tried to lift my head up but couldn't, the pain was making me feel nauseous. I looked to the side and saw that i was lying on some sort of table with my arms bolted to it and my clothes had been torn apart. I could feel blood covering my body and felt like i was going to black out again.

"Hello?" I called, but no one was replying, I must have been just laying there for about 10 minutes then someone burst through the doors. 

"So how you feeling? You're up for soo much more beautiful so you better stay awake!" 

"Go...away Isaiah. I don't want you..here." He walked up to me and stroked my hair.

"Hmm, you know. If you weren't weren't with my brother me and you culda done a lil ting you know. Your so beautiful and sexy and just everything a man wants." I spat in his face and watched it roll down his cheek.

"Well you're not what I want so get away from me!!" Isaiah slapped me in the face and punched me in my stomach. I gasped for air, I couldn't breath, the impact of the punch was too much. Isaiah walked out and left me alone, but then Ali came in and they spudded hands as they walked past each other.

"Dinah, Dinah, Dinah. Never learn do you? Just give up, you're not going nowhere..well actually you are but it's not home, you're gonna go travelling. Your gonna be pimped out bitch." I was in a daze, I couldn't breathe properly from Isaiah's punch but what Ali just said was another slap in the face.

"Huh? You're...you're what?"

"YOU'RE GONNA BE A PROSTITUTE YOU DEAF BITCH!" I started hyperventilating and panicking, I couldn't believe what I was hearing, they were going to pimp me out to different men, I had to do whatever they wanted, and I couldn't escape. What was I going to do? I needed to get away but it was impossible, there was no way I could escape from here I didn't even know where we were it was too far away from home. Ali slapped me in the face to wake me up and stop me from panicking, I became silent and just stared at him, silently crying to myself and praying to God that he would set me free. 

*Ali called out someone called Devante and he walked in... OMG it was the dark skinned boy that I saw standing in the corner. He looked so peng and even though I was suffering in this place I couldn't help but be hypnotised by his beauty. He looked about 6"2, he had an ear-piercing and had swagger too? I couldn't stop watching him, he was wearing a black and white Ralph polo, dark denim jeans and black and white Nike dunks. He could sense how I was feeling bout him and gave me the dirtiest screw I had ever seen in my life, I guess he was my "master" for now. 

"Dinah, meet Devante. You're gonna be staying with him and if you don't do WHATEVER he wants you're gonna be in more s**t that you already are, and just to make sure..." Ali whistled and about 3 boys came in, all naked and holding their pieces. I knew what they were about to do. I screamed my lungs out but Isaiah walked in and covered my mouth with duct tape so my screams couldn't be heard properly. One of the boys lifted up my legs and climbed onto the table. I tried to kick him and move my legs about so he couldn't rape me but he was strong, they all looked stronger than me so I was defenceless. It was one against about 5 boys and even more that were probably outside the room.

The guy that was on the table with me, pushed himself into me. I screamed but it sounded muffled, tears started pouring down my face as he started moving in and out, he moved faster and faster inside of me and I could see the table stirring with the added weight of him. I was feeling weaker and weaker each time he moved inside of me. Tears rolled further down my face and I couldn't move, my body felt like it was paralysed, I looked over at the wall trying to block out everything that was happening to me but the guy grabbed my neck and was pounding me even harder. I screamed louder and louder but even I couldn't hear myself properly. He started to slow down and move slowly and I felt him buss inside of me, I felt so dirty and sick.

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