Crashing Down Into Flames

Prologue

Chapter Song: Apocalypse- Cigarettes After Sex

Sunday- Night

-Evangeline-
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History is in the past, so let it go. But why does it always seem to catch up with me?

His hands pull back a bucket and throw water over my face. I let out a cough, breathing in the cigarette and musky men-infumed air. It reminds me of the smell of my brother's basement.

"Are you ready to talk now, little one?"

I fake smile and lick the dripping water from my lips in slow motion, "I'm already dripping wet for you. So, I might be."

He huffs out of his nostril with a heavy breath, "This is just the start. If you don't start talking soon, I'm going to have to do some bad... unladylike things to you, little one," His voice deepens at the last of his words as he stands in front of me, staring at me through the only light in the dark room.

The light shines above me, letting me see my reflection in his shiny bald head. His brown bushy eyebrows -the only sign of hair on his head- narrow as his brown, darkened eyes stare at me while searching me all over. His broad shoulders in his tight, black suit, and tall posture towers before me, trying to intimidate me.

"That's twice you've called me little one. You must really care if you've already made a nickname for me. You move pretty fast. I like a person who can move... fast," I say in my most seductive voice.

He starts pacing back and forth, keeping his hands behind his back -a move kidnappers usually do to try to keep their minds straight, and to intimidate- trying to control his anger, "Tell me, little one, what were you doing stalking me? Who sent who here?" He says in a calm, collected, controlled voice.

"It kinda seems like you wanted me more than I wanted to see you since you tied me up and threw me into the trunk of a car. I have to say, for our first date, you really know how to treat a lady. I mean, really, look at this chair I'm in-"

"Shut up!" His voice breaks through the echoed dark room.

"Awee, you're nervous. It's okay, sweetheart. I won't tell," I wink at him.

Surprisingly, he hasn't punched me in the face yet. Which means... I'm getting somewhere with him if he wants to keep my face clear of any bruises.

He walks towards me, reaching out his veiny hand. His large hand covers my whole neck as he wraps it around, squeezing tightly. My breathing in my windpipe starts to get squished as his hand starts taking the breath out of me.

"Harder, Daddy," I choke out.

His hand drops from my neck and starts backing away -with visible wide eyes and shock written all over his face- as I gasp for air.

"You really know how to choke someone," I say while taking breaths, "How did you know I liked to be choked?" I croan out with a breath, "If only you were twenty years younger -more near my age- I would totally fuck you," I take a deep breath, regaining my normal flow of breathing.

"Then again, I like to run my hand through my men's hair and pull it as they fuck my brains out mercilessly. If I were to do that with you, I'd have to use a plunger to pull on your head, since you have no hair," His mouth turns into a twisted smile.