Pings and pangs and dice being thrown all around. The flashing lights and sad faces of business men who lost everything is very evident. A bag of chips is given to me by Felix and I got straight to the black Jack table to gamble away my sorrows.
The game goes on and I've tripled my money in an hour. The seat next to me becomes occupied by an attractive looking man but he has no chips. Just two drinks. "Vodka?" He offers me, I contemplate then accept what else do I have to lose. I get out of the game and as soon an I stand up I become disoriented. Caught by the attractive man from earlier he begins leading me back up to the rooms.
I'm unable to speak or move my limbs. I'm layed on a bed and had my dress removed. "You sure was an easy one" he said in a French accent as he unbuttons his shirt. Oh no not again, not another William I think before the room gets busted into and I lay there naked barely able to move.
There are bangs and crashes and grunts but I can't lift my head to see. A blanket is wrapped Around me and I'm thrown over a strong familiar shoulder. drakes to be exact, he carried me out as the other two take turns on the creep. That's the last thing I remember before I black out
YOU ARE READING
Because Of Him
Teen FictionAs a young girl she was only happy. Not a care in the world or insecurity to worry about. She was a bigger girl and was teased when she reached 3rd grade. She cried her tears to her mom, but as she got older she cried them to herself. Alone in the d...
