Burning Crimson

Chapter Twenty-one

Colette stared at Harry and started letting the words that left his mouth run through her mind until she tripped and reality hit her hard in the face. She registered the situation and pin pointed possible ways out and possible ways to be saved. What would be an easy way to find salvation? No matter how many possible scenarios she created, all possibilities ended in being beaten like the day before. But maybe if she went through with it, Shawna wouldn't save her.

"No, no, I don't think so," she said and looked so dumbfounded. "No, you can't." She looked at him and tried to find any sense of joking, to figure out why he was doing this.

Harry smiled at her, the pink of his lips contrasted over his green eyes. "Don't be afraid, it's only a dick."

"Harry, she said no," Shawna said, Harry noticed how her body started to fidgit and her hands got clammy, he could tell because she started rubbing them on her shirt.

Lilac watched as she bit into her toast, going back from Shawna and Harry, she didn't like the tension but it's been gathering and collecting for quite some time.

"Just let me freshen up and wake up Sleeping Beauty and we can start our little activity," he said and smiled at Colette, there was life in his eyes but this time it was deeper and darker.

"I'll go wake Jean," Lilac volunteered and left her toast on the tiny plate. She got off her seat, heading the direction of Lunas old room.

"Shawna, take my girl Colette to go shower, I want her clean as a whistle," he said and got up from his chair. When he left the kitchen, the young girl broke down inside of Shawnas arms.

"Let's leave right now please, the door is open, let go. Let's get the duck out of here," Colette cried onto her shoulder.

"Colette, breathe. Please just breathe, everything will be okay."

She stood up and walked out the back door and lit a cigarette. Colette wondered why the fucking she didn't just run away. Why would someone want to stay when there are so many ways to leave? They could all kill him, murder him, tie him up and leave him while they leave and go live their lives in peace. Colette didn't want to stay and if she had to, she would die inside and become empty like all of the other girls. What's life if you're dead and empty with no purpose? And all for a man? What were they doing, why didn't they see how fucked up it all was? Colette didn't know and she didn't want to find out.

Later on in Harry's room, the three girls were sitting on the carpeted floor, watching. Colette was standing there with a towel around her damp body, her hair dye was running down her body, her hair started looking brown. Harry laid on the bed, naked. The tension was heavy, Colette's wet body -- from the shower -- was being stared at by four sets of eyes, it was like they were burning her skin.

"Shh.. quick and painful.. well, maybe not quick but painful, yes," the malice his deep voice held was burning a hole in her stomach, making her weak and unstable. His eyes lit up the room, his face was pale and sickly, they were all sick; the girls were withering away, skinny as if they counted calories when really, they craved food.

"I don't want this, please," she begged, the dark purple bags that hung underneath her eyes like an upside down crescent moon and gradually, they were becoming heavier and heavier with each bit of fear adding to her anxiety.

His curly brown hair was covering his brows and half of his face. The light was shining through, what was the time? When did time stop being a thing to her, when did sense of humor die; when did life become page after page of the same thing? A never ending cycle of pain and sadness, there was a time when she wanted him, she thought of that and her body started shaking, she hated herself for this.