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It's dark and freezing. My teeth slam against one another as I stand in an abyss of darkness. My arms are wrapped tightly around my waist and my knees knock against each other. The sound echoes around me.
Knock. Clack. Tsk.
The sounds repeat themselves, getting louder the longer I stand. My skin is numb the bugs biting into my skin. I open my mouth only for nothing to come out. I can't breathe. Breathing is getting harder the more I hear the sounds. Focusing on my breathing is what I pay most attention to.
Inhale Rosa. Dammit exhale.
Then I hear it. The faint sound of a plug being unplugged. Then like a waterfall I'm drenched. The water comes slowly at first. Reminding me how Miguel would always forget to turn the faucet off after bathing. Then it came faster. Like a hose on shower.
It stayed at that constant rate as my thick hair was no longer dry. But dripping water down my spine. My back arching slightly, my mouth wide open. Screaming words that only I could hear in my mind.
The bruises that lined on my back didn't help as the ice cold water made its way through the crevices. I knew that me standing beneath the water was not helping my pain the slightest. But my legs felt like stone. I could barely pick up my arms that lied frozen on my side to wrap them around my waist.
I threw all of my attention on gettting to the other side of the room.
"Ugh,"I groaned, the only sound my body had made since I could remember.
With all my might I finally managed to pick up one of my legs, a ghost of a smile wanting to make its way onto my face. Before I have time to reward myself with a soft laugh, Im flooded with water. The darkness now illuminated by light. My eyes force themselves shut and I take as much breaths as I can.
Inhale. Clack. Exhale. Tsk. Dammit.
Opening my eyes, instead of seeing the clear water that I was hoping to see I see red. Red on the ground that I stand on. Red pouring down on me and red most like sliding briskly through my thick hair.
Blood.
Blood is around me and it's damn sure not my blood.
Realize the ground that i assumed was an abyss is not an abyss. I stand in the center of a box. The box only 6 more inches outward than my body. The blood has already filled more than a quarter of the box. My head the only thing not flooded with blood. I take as many breaths as I can before it's covering my head.
Then I'm out. The last thing I see before I close my eyes to succumb to the darkness is Miguel's look alike looking at me. His eyes glazed with satisfaction and hunger. My naked body a reflection in his dark eyes. His hand wedged firmly in his ungarments. Then-
"PLEASE ! NO ! I can't breathe," I scream as I regain my consciousness. Opening my eyes slowly I look around at my surroundings. Before me is a tray with my name on it and a glass of water. My legs feel foreign to me as I swing them to the front of my bed.
The first thing I pick up is a glass of water my throats feeling like sand paper. The cold water cascading down my throat. The feeling feeling as if I'm drinking holy water. I drink from the glass still, even though it being empty. I even decide to stick my tongue into the cup and get as much of the water out as possible.
I scarf down the food on the plate realizing that I should have saved a little water for after I was done eating. I grab the clothes that lie at the foot of the bed and slip them over my legs. The legs that have bruises from my abuse and lines from my own personal abuse. I slide the t-shirt on that once would've fit fine but now hands low to my knees. I tie my hair into a ponytail at the rear of my head.
Sitting on the bed, I crush my hands together and bow my head.
Dear my Heavenly Father,
I do not do this as often as I should and now that
I have found myself in such a predicament I do beg you
To help me and to at least get me through the pain that
I know is coming.
In Jesus name, Amen.
The door is swung open just as I finish my prayer. Instead of Miguel I see a tall man. His Hair falls in curls over his forehead. His back is broad and his muscles ridged. His eyes are the color of a morning sky. If i werent in this condition, I'd probably think that he was beautiful. He brings his hand high, making me flinch slightly. I offer a squeak in response but all he does is laugh and run a hand through his curly hair.
"Sweetheart, no need to be afraid of me. I'm Alfonso. Just here to escort you to your new quarters," his silky like voice falls from his mouth and for a second I feel as if my mouth is hanging open. I sit gawking at the man before me.
His looks almost could pass him as a Greek god.
"Well don't just sit there or shall I pick you up. I mean after today I would be surprised if you even had legs at the end of the day," he says seriously, his eyes wandering to the spot on the bed that I have wedged tightly between my fingers.
My eyes shoot open at his remark.
"Oh, how I love to kid. Come on, before I not have any legs and I mean it this time, " he whispers.
He walks slowly to me and picks me in his arms. His muscles tightening and untightening beneathe me. My legs lying across his arm, a tight hold on my arms.
"Let me tell you how it'll be here. You do as Micheal says, you have an easy day. With the most of only three clients. You don't abide, you get less food and more clients," he says, his voice rough with emotion. Almost as if someone close to him has been here before.
*
Laying in the bed that Alfonso placed me in, I pick the thred on the wool cover. Just as of throw it on the floor my door pops open. Before me is a male, in his late fifties. A look of lust etched across his face.
He slowly walks towards me, unbuckling his belt.
"You must be new, I like the new one. They always smell like blood and water. Oh my favorite," he whispers in my ear. Then I'm unconscious.
New chapter. I do hope you guys like Alfonso. He will be big part in the story now, so I do hope you enjoy his company ;). Next chapter will be coming soon.
-amiraxamira
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His Amour
Romance"Only you, Rosaline, have the power to destroy me" I advise you not to read if you are not of age. There will be mature parts, as well as language. Read at your own risk.
