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3.6 Dream

-WARNING (incl. mild spoilers): There is talk of her period in the beginning and later on unpleasant parts of Selena's past with the rich families, if you caught it in the previous chapters she hints at rape, so don't read the dream if you're uncomfortable with that. This is a long chapter.-

We slept in the same room. He slept on the hammock and I slept on the mattress.

With every day that passed I needed less and less sleep. He had a calm sleep. I would open my eyes and watch him, exploring his features.

Eventually, he would wake up, and we would start our day.

I had not seen a calendar in ages and every day had the same structure, so I forgot what day it was.

I was reminded when I felt my period arrive.

I searched for tampons or sanitary pads in the bathroom, but I could not find any.

I exited the bathroom and asked him, "May I have a new pair of panties, Mr. Bentley?"

I was embarrassed because my questions came out wrong. My cheeks flushed.

"Are you on your period?" he directly asked me.

I nodded my head.

He went into one of the rooms, when he returned he had everything I needed in quantity.

"Do you have any allergies, Selena?" he asked me when I got out of the bathroom. What strange questions he asked.

"Not that I know of."

We continued our day.

For me it was a pain-filled day. At least I had something to think about. I crawled into a ball on my seat, and shut my eyes.

"Is everything okay?" Mr. Bentley asked me.

"Not really. Just a few cramps," I muttered.

Mr. Bentley went into one of the locked rooms again and returned with a blanket. He sat down and invited me onto his lap.

I hesitated.

"I just want to keep you warm," he said.

I gave in. I climbed onto his lap and leaned against him, sideways. He covered me with the blanket.

I held on to him.

***

"Mr. Bentley, Have they started looking for me?" I asked him at breakfast. Most of the things we ate were homemade because he could not go out every other day and buy new groceries. He only bought long-lasting stuff and that once a month.

Naturally, I was not allowed to see the kitchen.

"Yes, of course. They looked for after you did not show up for your meeting with Raser," he answered.

"How do you know?" I had been gone for over a month now.

"I have good sources."

We ate the rest of our breakfast in silence. I offered to help him clean up when we finished, but he declined.

I did not do one thing in that apartment. He did not even let me help him. I felt like I was a guest, but then I remembered I was being held captive somewhere in the woods.

That night I had a bad dream. It sucked because it contained my real life experience.

"Selena, where are you?" I was hiding in my room. I did that all day long. They had not yet imgregnated me, but I expected it to happen soon. I had no idea whether the son, or the father would do it.

The son entered my room. He was your typical spoilt-rich boy. He did not care about anybody but himself, his parties and his money.

"Follow me, Selena. I have something to show you in my room." I knew what that meant. I was scared. I hesitated and he grabbed me, dragging me to his room on the other side of the mansion.

One of his friends was in the room with a camera in his hand.

"Finally, man, what took you so long?" the friend asked.

"I had to tell dad about what we were talking about," the son answered. The friend nodded, knowingly. Their attention turned to me. "On the bed with you, Selena."

Once again, I hesitated. He did not wait, he immediately pushed me to his bed and started ripping my clothes off. "Dude, are you recording?"

"Oh shit, wait," the friend fixed the camera. The son continued his work until I was completely naked underneath him, naked and ashamed.

He only took his shirt off and pulled his zipper down.

"Make sure you get her t.its in HD," he told his friend. So he started filming me up close. He basically filmed every part of my body.

"And now we present to you Selena's first f.uck!"

Before I knew it, the son started touching me and he positioned himself right above my entrance.

"You better cry for this, Selena," the son demanded, slapping me across the face. "It looks good on camera."

His friend laughed.

The son entered me. The pain I felt was indescribable, the tears rolled on their own, I did not have to push them. He almost tore me apart because he had me completely unprepared.

For as long as he needed it, he pushed himself in and out. The friend made sure he had my agony and his friend's pleasure on tape.

Ultimately, he finished inside of me.

"Selena, wake up, it is just a dream," Mr. Bentley told me. He was right above me on the mattress, with a worried look on his face.

"It was not just a dream," I said dryly. I felt my face and I realised I was crying. I straightened up and put my arms around Mr. Bentley.

He had taken me away from the agency. He took me away from the chance that more of my reality could become nightmares.

"Please, do not ever let me go back to the agency. I am begging you. You... You are you. You did what you did to me... It does not compare to what I have experienced. Do not let me go," I begged.

-whoever is reading this you have been very silent, you are welcome to comment, don't be afraid:)-