Nice Voices - English Version

Chapter 4 - Bite the Bullet

Flaminia heaved a deep breath when she heard the call stopping, that 'tomorrow' that Yuu whispered in her ear was the cherry on the cake.

With all the phonecalls where she had to moan with fake pleasure or talk with sensuous voice, the ones with the musician were the best she were receiving, chatting about anything and everything with tranquility and sobriety.

His voice was wonderfully husky when talking about more serious things, but she started to love also the high-pitched, joking tones that he would make when starting to get excited when talking of something he would enjoy.

The long series of mamamama and sosososo that he made from time to time when the guy was thinking to a reply to her questions and the infinite mhmhmh of when he was agreeing of what she was just saying.

Flaminia would never believe she could have so much fun during that 'job', but at the end the voice of the man on the other side of those communications made her heart slightly lighter than before.

She took the smartphone, this time taking it with her to the space near the entrance, that was both living room and kitchen, filling the kettle with some water to prepare one of the instant noodles that she bought some time before.

While she was waiting the famous three minutes for her lunch to 'cook' in that styrofoam container she turned her head to look outside the window, looking at the pale sun that was moving fast in the winter sky towards the horizon «you can run away...» she whispered softly with an expression full of discouragement.

A little part of her always wanted to escape that reality, live a normal life of a normal twentysix years old girl, with a normal job and have a normal loving relationship...but the rest of her mind made her give up everytime: her father would not only find her immediately, but the punishment for her flight would be mortally exemplary.

Flaminia gulped lightly at the thoughts while lifting up the lid of the ramen cup, starting to eat near the window while a delicate indie music was playing on the background, coming out from her phone on the short table.

The vernal evening was no less different from the afternoon, always on the phone, but while she was in line with yet another client that wanted to know what she was wearing at that moment, Flaminia heard the door of her apartment open and close with a loud bang.

Immediately she get up from the bed to go check why her father was there again, holding the phone by the ear, and she felt her guts starting to turn into ice when the girl saw her parent quite tipsy.

She watched him take off his shoes with some difficulty, then walking wobbly into the living room gesturing her to stop the call «oh, I...I have an urgent call to take, I hope you don't mind Toya-tan...could you call me later? Thank you--» she chirped with a sorry voice, but her face was warped by terror: her father never had her to stop a call if not for something really, really bad.

Bad and unhappy for her.

When Flaminia eventually turned off the cellphone, she held it behind her back, watching her father moving his hand to make her approach him «w-what? S-Something...didn't go well at work?» she asked intimidated by the strange expression of her parent, who stared at her with drunk, shiny eyes full of anger «you know...I though about at your mistake of few days ago...and I don't think you'll never learn if I don't punish you decently. I'm always too much lenient» he said with a quite slurred tongue.

His big hand, hure compared to the girl's face, came up to her jaw pressing against her cheeks to oper her mouth by force «you're like your mother...same pretty voice» said the man, leaning on her with a dark espression on his face, feeling his daughter tremble under his touch «let's see if you're more...tougher than her» continued shoving her against the wall, pressing her there for a little while «on your knees and mouth open» barked and Flaminia couldn't do much but obey to that stern order, terrorized that the man could take the chopstick from the table to stab her eyes out if she didn't do what he said.

Flaminia opened her mouth, but instinctively recoiled from the form of her father, looking at his hands coming near her face, a pair of fingers that slided right on her tongue, like he wanted to roughly test it, reaching the bottom of her throat without a warning.

If she didn't eat lunch earlier that day, surely she would have thrown up ramen all over the floor because of that action, but what she could only do was feeling her own throat contract around the thick fingers of her father, moaning out strangled gasps.

Suddenly, Flaminia heard her father chuckle softly «like your mother» he muttered completely drunk, bringing his free hand to his hips and pushing aside his jacket to show her the shiny, new gun that was tucket in the waist of his trousers, against the pelvis «n-no...please...d-don't...!» the girl chocked out that plead while she was trying to stop the parent before he could take the weapon, but again his enormous hand found its way between her teeth, massaging heavily her tongue and the insides of her mouth, ignoring the cries and the coughs of the yound lady.

Panicked, Flaminia then bit down on her father's fingers, hearing him curse and remove his hand from her mouth, clutching her forehead to slam her nape violently against the wall «damn bitch! Who told you to bite?? I'll teach you some manners...!» breathed the irate man, holding now the gun as he stared his daughter close her eyes due to the throbbing pain in her head, trying to clear her sight without success.

And in that moment of confusion, again the hand of the man grabbed her jaw, forcing her to fully open her mouth «scratch it and I swear I put a bullet in that fucking head» he roared, approaching the weapon to her face only to sink it inside her mouth, sliding it with a single, slick movement until it got inside her throat.

His hand tighened around the gun, grinning.

With a satisfied smirk, her father brought his free hand around the girl's neck, feeling the hard and vague shape of the barrel of the gun against his palm.

Pulling back the weapon he heard her coughing and gurgling «your voice is my property, along with the rest» he murmured, before putting the muzzle of the gun again on her toungue, pressing hard against it.

He heard the faint tinkling of the girl's teeth that barely touched the metal of the weapon and the man chuckled softly again, as he forced Flaminia to tilt her head back against the wall «I can kill you whenever the fuck I want...and no one would know» he whispered with a terribly sweet voice.

Quickly, he took her wrists when he felt her tries to push him away and held them up, pressed against the wall, as he thrusted the gun now inside her mouth and down her throath without giving her time to breathe, pushing her nape against the wall.

The smile on the man's face widened more when he heard her moans and retching make the weapon vibrate, with her throat more and more contracted around the barrel and the eyes of his daughter squeezing shut.

She tried again to escape the harsh and pressing presence of the gun, but failed again with chocked sobs.

Flaminia's body started to have small seizures, while her legs were trying in some way to make her escape from the iron grip of her father, but slowly her movements began to fade and became weaker «this is hurting me more that's hurting you, Minnie...I can assure you that» chucked her parent.

Her face was now trailed by heavy tears, her eyes closed shut and her throat crossed with spasm was the final touch to the man who, looking at the girl now completely abandoned against the wall, made a low laugh.

He drew the gun from the throat of the semi-unconscious girl and moving it to the side the father used the weapon to strike her face in the face.
Flaminia began to cough violently bending sideways, breathing in with deep wheezes, her pupils narrow like pins «I can take your life like I gave it to you, sweety» her father said, pointing the gun still damp with her own saliva, looking her curling up against the wall.

The man looked the girl's eyes widen in pure panic and in that moment he pulled the trigger, emitting only a faint click.
Flaminia flinched violently by the fear of being killed, but the only thing that happened was the harsh laughter of her father in seeing her trembling on the floor.

He left her there then, heading to the entrance of the flat «I hope you've understood the lesson...» he murmured opening the door, abandoning her in the small pool of saliva where Flaminia was in, her lungs still twitching in powerful coughs, choking in her own moans while big, thick tears started rolled down her cheeks.