⊰Room Service⊱

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❝for god's sake, run you stupid slag.❞
he says, cracking a knuckle on the back of my head. i bit my lip to stop myself screaming, because i know he doesn't like me when i make a sound.

❝you know i could've just brought another mate along instead of you... but you would just run away. ❞ he states, walking faster and leaving me with two suitcases and his travel bag as well as mine.

damn right i'd run away.

but there was no way in hell i could last this cruise alone with him and some of his friends that were staying in the cabins on the other side of the ship. this is either going to end in him beating me to death or me throwing myself from the ship at midnight.

whatever it was, it would kill me.

i take in the fresh air one last time, stopping to take in my surroundings; and pause from a breath because these suitcases are really heavy.

❝taylor! start walking!❞

❝it's tyler.❞ i mutter, and continue dragging all the bags and suitcases along behind me.

as soon as we boarded the ship, i knew this would be moderately fun - if i was with someone else. i knew that, for me, this would most likely mean hiding all the bruises and cuts by staying in my room; by choice, of course.

i never understood why he picked me to go out with, if he hates me so much. i'm just a show to all his friends. once, he made me wear stockings just to greet them at the door. one kissed me on the mouth and shoved me against the wall and, even though he saw me crying and struggling, i was the one that got beaten. of course.

❝room ain't too bad.❞ he says, kicking at the furniture around the room. he turns to me with a blank expression and i nod, my face emotionless as well.

❝kitten, come here.❞ he says, holding his arms out for me.
i walk over and stand beside him, marvelling at the room.

he takes my wrists in his hands, gently to start with, and rubs circles on the palm of my hands with his thumbs.

❝i'm going to grab us some drinks, kitty. i'll be right back.❞ he throws me a wink and i nod slowly,

a moment after he leaves, there's a knock at the door.

❝daddy?❞

❝no, it's room service. can i come in?❞

❝s-sure.❞ he says. he hadn't spoken to anyone else in a very long time. he didn't have any friends now, so he was curious as to how this might go.

a boy with electric red hair walked in, sniffing through a pierced nose.

❝is there anything i can get you, sir?❞

❝i'm fine, thank you.❞ i give him a smile and he nods, before quickly throwing a little bar of chocolate over his shoulder, landing on my lap. he gives a wink and shuts the door behind him and i smile to myself.

i unwrap it and nibble round the edges.

❝kitten... i've got a little treat for you...❞

i jump, throwing the chocolate on the floor and my cheeks burn.

when i turn, i see that our room is accompanied by three other men; and Eddie stands in front of them all, a big grin slapped on his face.

❝strip for daddy.❞ he whispers, and my body starts to shake.

❝p-please, n-no.❞ i take steps back, and bump into the wall.

suddenly everyone's pealing off my clothes and then i'm on the bed. and then hands are where they shouldn't supposed to be, where only i can go, because they are mine and only mine, and they're touching, and then i feel wrinkled skin in my mouth, and in my bottom and then i'm being grabbed and stroked and thrusted into. ❝n-no, s-stop. i d-don't like it. pwease, d-daddy make it s-stop.❞

my hands are raised and holding onto Eddie's shirt, who stands there smiling at me while tears roll down my cheeks.

i would speak, but the area has been filled with something i don't want to talk about.

❝you're a dirty slut. don't forget that.❞