Butterfly's Year

19. Knife at the throat

Those curls were unmistakable. It was definitely the same blonde guy who had harassed me in Mirabeli's club, and I still couldn't remember his name, to at least address him more personally in my head.

– And there's the boyfriend – the blonde guy growled with satisfaction, as if he had just found out he won the lottery. – It took a long time, but your expression was worth it. I have an idea, now that you're here – he said to Victor in a seemingly casual tone, still holding me tightly with his massive arms. – How about you stay right where you are, and your girlfriend gives me a blowjob? Since you both like to have fun at the expense of others, you'll surely get plenty of excitement. Or maybe you'd prefer to watch while I screw her. Unless you want to join in. There are enough holes for three.

Victor stood rooted to the spot, not saying a word, and every second in this man's iron grip felt like an eternity. I couldn't just stand there and wait for who knows what.

– What are you even doing here, Curly? – I asked boldly, forcing a light tone and doing my best to hide how shaky I felt inside. – Was the knife not suggestive enough?

The blonde guy didn't answer immediately, which allowed me to believe he hadn't expected me to speak at all, but his grip remained as strong as ever. The only thing that changed was Victor's expression, who looked at me with eyes full of terror, as if asking what I was doing and why on earth I was provoking him.

I had no idea why I spoke up, but some defiant, incredibly powerful force — which traced back to the first time I felt threatened by a man — compelled me to not be the scared little mouse needing rescue at any cost.

– Quiet! – the blonde commanded after a moment of silence that felt like a lifetime to me. – I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to him.

A wave of anger, fueled by an uncontrollable irritation at this damned male assumption that they could dominate women, rose beyond a safe level. I stopped thinking about what I should do and moved into action.

– Of course – I said again, this time with a mocking tone. – A real male talks about me with another male because I'm too dumb to ask what I want.

The blonde guy seemed stunned, not answering and standing still, his grip even loosening a bit.

– Fuck, Paula, stop provoking him! – Victor finally spoke, and from the tone of his voice, I could tell he was just as terrified as I was. – This isn't fucking funny!

I ignored my beloved and kept pushing, driven by that powerful wave of anger mixed with a desperate need for a safe place where I could hide from them all forever.

– What are you going to do, Curly, huh? – I continued in a mocking tone. – Fuck me here or take me to a quieter place? Do you have some extra entertainment prepared? Did you invite friends?

The blonde guy remained silent.

– Paula, for fuck's sake, stop! – Victor's voice now had a slightly panicked tone.

– He doesn't have the balls to do anything – I sneered mockingly, though my soul was trembling and I spoke in a lower voice, addressing the blonde directly. – A jaybird will cross the sea sooner than you will figure out what you want.

This time the guy reacted, but his voice had changed. It wasn't darkly threatening anymore.

– You won't humiliate me anymore, bitch! Do you hear?!? – he roared at the top of his lungs and shook me hard. – Shut up, or I'll shove my cock in that foul mouth of yours!

I felt something sharp against my ribs, which could only be the tip of a knife. My insides did a somersault, and my knees became dangerously weak, but I still stood firmly without making the slightest move.