Sex dealer

twenty-two

"Damn, ma. That was probably the best pussy I've gotten in my life." Jack mumbles, mostly to himself as he gets off me, letting go of his tight grip around my wrist.

He takes his hand off my mouth and I take in a deep breath, after 10 minutes of not being able to breath properly since his hand was partially over my nose too.

He pulls up his pants and walks out, leaving me alone to feel used and disgusting.

I numbly walk away into the bathroom and stare at my naked body.

Multiple bruises are on my stomach, where he punched me to shut me up.

There are red marks around my boobs from him roughly feeling them.

And my wrists are already starting to bruise.

I can barely walk anymore, it hurts too much.

I lock the bathroom door and turn the shower on, waiting for it to warm up before going in.

I cry for a good 15 minutes before I realize that this was not the first time I've been raped. I have no reason to be crying if I've been through this before, I'm stronger than that.

I sniff and grab my soap from the body shop.

I gently scrub at every inch of me, wanting to get Jack's feel off me.

When I'm done, I step out and put a bathrobe on myself.

I head out into my room and take out a sleeveless gown made of silk.

I've barely put it on when Blake walks in, his face cold, lacking emotions.

"Dinner is ready." He tells me and walks out, not waiting for a reply.

I sigh and leave my hair damp as it is, not bothering to dry it.

I simply brush my eyebrows, apply lip balm to my chapped lips and head downstairs.

I see Blake sitting at the dinner table with jack.

I avoid looking at both of them and take a seat as far away from them as I can.

I can feel both their stares burning through me but I ignore it and look at my plate, wrinkling my nose almost immediately.

"Don't you like chicken, cadence?" Blake asks me blankly.

I make eye contact with him and almost instantly melt when I see his beautiful grey eyes.

"I'm a vegetarian." I answer, but it comes out as a whisper.

I lost my voice.

Also jacks fault, that was probably from him choking me.

"So do you have egg?" He asks.

"No." I roll my eyes.

Blake blinks, surprised.

He calls out to a maid and Clara walks forward, at his service.

"Clara, get her a vegetarian dinner please. Without eggs too." Blake tells her.

Clara nods before looking at me and mouthing 'we need to talk'.