Confessions of a Bitch

Body Electric

I make it through the front door and am about heading towards the car park, when I hear footsteps behind me. I turn around. “Who’s there?” It’s so dark and I can barely make out the figure in front of me. It’s then I realize my mistake. It could be Viper. I take two steps back as the figure looms closer and closer.

“Where are you going, Bubblegum?” I swear my heart stops beating when I hear the familiar voice.

“Home,” I reply.

“Why don’t you stay a little while?” It’s Angel.

“I really need to get home.” Why me? Why now? Is this some sort of punishment from the universe for fucking David Walker last night?

“Oh really?” Angel’s voice takes a deadly tone and I catch my breath. I can’t afford to piss him off. I weigh my chances of leaving this car park alive, and in one piece. The odds are not in my favor. I don’t have to think hard about what he wants.

“No. I just need to put my things in the car.”

“Alright then.”

I turn around and begin walking to the car. Angel isn’t far behind. That bastard. I unlock the door and throw my bag in the passenger’s seat. The thought of throwing myself inside the car and making a run for it goes through my head. But I’m not a fool. I probably won’t make it that far, and Angel will probably find me and finish me off. I don’t have plans to leave this small hellhole without my parents, and besides, if I leave now, Angel will come to the club and find me there tomorrow. I bite my lip as I close the door and lock it. I’ll be lucky if I make it back to Bob’s place in one piece.

I turn around and force a smile. “So what do you want?”

“You know what I want.” My mouth turns sour as he pulls me back into the strip club. I lock eyes with Macy as Angel pulls me over to his table, and forces me to sit on his lap. Macy doesn’t look too happy with the arrangement.

I say nothing as Angel laughs with other gang members and swears obscenities at the strippers, before reaching out to grope them.

I almost jump out of my skin when I feel his hand on my thigh. He notices my reaction and smirks. My head feels light. Fuck no. I watch as his hand move even further across my thighs, until it rests on my hips. Thank goodness I’m wearing trousers. At ten thirty, the gang disbands, and I breathe a sigh of relief, telling myself I’ll go home soon.

I’m wrong.

Without even asking my permission, I am forced into Angel’s car and driven to his place. He still lives in the same house he lived in when I was a kid. It’s only a ten minute walk from Macy’s strip club.

He turns off the engine and reaches out to touch my hair. “I’m going to make you scream tonight.” I don’t reply. We both proceed to get out of the car. It seems I’m going to have to put my acting skills to use and play along. I leave my jacket behind and notice Angel’s smirk when I join him at the front door. We barely make it inside the house when he pushes me to the wall and begins kissing and groping me. He’s rough and I have to force myself not to kneel him in the balls. Who knows? Maybe the Angel of Death will one day prove useful, in ways that won’t place me in his bed, or giving him a blow job in a dark part of town.

When he begins undoing the buttons on my jeans, I place my hand on top of his and push my face away. He growls, clearly agitated. I can feel his need pressing against my thigh. Great. The universe is definitely punishing me for fucking Hotpants last night. “I need a beer.”

He looks at me for a moment before forcing his tongue into my mouth. As soon as he’s in, he pulls out, and I hide my disgust. He walks away and I think of running out the door. But I don’t. Instead, I take a sit on one of the sofas in his expensive and neat home, and wait for him to come back.

He returns a few minutes later with two bottles of beer. Perfect. He opens them and then leaves to return the opener. Seeing my chance, I seize it. I reach into my pocket and take out the pills I had snatched from the room behind the velvet curtains, when I went to get changed after my shift finished. I quickly crush them up and place some in his beer bottle. I watch with a smirk, as the pills dissolve in the liquid. As his figure looms over the room, I snatch the other beer bottle and take a sip. There’s no way I’m mistaking the bottle with his.

Angel sits beside me and takes his beer, before leaning over and pulling me close. He takes a large swing of the bottle and I watch in satisfaction. “What, Bubblegum?” He pulls me close and grabs a tit.

“Nothing,” I reply seductively. He shivers beside me and I smile. I take a sip of my beer and he takes another swing of his.

“So, what are you doing here in Port Headland?” I notice he stares at my beer bottle. I’m not stupid. I know he doesn’t want any beer talk.

I place the bottle to my lips. “I wanted some adventure.”

He chuckles and squeezes my tit. “Well, you’re about to have one.” He takes one final slug of the bottle and I take a sip of mine. If the pills work, within five minutes, he should be knocked out flat on the couch.

But I can’t help but want a little fun.

I untangle myself from him and begin walking away. Angel’s voice makes my heart skip a beat. “Where do you think you’re going?” I turn around and face him. I take off my shirt and throw it at him. This should be fun. He puts the empty bottle on the table and begins walking towards him. I turn around and walk towards the corridor, removing my bra and dropping it on the floor in the process. I hope to god, he doesn’t notice the love marks on my skin.

“I wonder where the bedroom is?” I ask out loud. I don’t get a reply, so I turn around. Big mistake. Angel lunges at me and forces me against the wall. His touches are as feverish as ever. I respond and begin playing with him. What was I supposed to do? Sit around, waiting for five or ten minutes for the drugs to kick in? I’m not daft. He groans as I release him from his pants and begin stroking him softly. He yanks me closer towards him and kisses me roughly. I wince as his beard digs into my skin. I’m pretty sure I have more hand marks on my tits and chest area.

I somehow manage to force my mouth from his. “Bedroom…. Please,” I whisper. “My back hurts.”

Angel grows in response, opens a door near us and pushes me inside. He throws me on the bed, before I can get myself together, and doesn’t take long joining me. I watch him carefully. He’s slowly becoming sluggish. However, the idiot fails to notice. He removes my jeans and panties, and my heart drops. The drugs need to kick in, fast, else I’ll find myself getting an early morning pill at 6am. He towers over my frame as he forces my legs apart and begins stroking me.

I fake a moan and the role play begins. I think of how I could easily bash him on the head with his bedside lamp, but I need him alive. “I’m getting tired,” he mumbles He settles between my legs and I push my head back against the pillow as his heat presses against mine. I hold my breath, waiting for something to happen.

A soft sigh arises from him, and he collapses on top of me. Fuck yes. I manage to push him off me and roll of the bed. I’m naked and the chill of the house numbs my skin. I stand over Angel and slap him three times across the face.  “Fucking arsehole.” I mutter under my breath, as I yank his shirt away from him, and dump some covers over him. I beat up the pillow beside him and rumple the bed sheets to make it look like I spent the night. Hopefully he falls for it.

Happy with my work, I grab my clothes and quickly put them on. Seeing I have an opportunity, I search through his house for evidence that could place him as a suspect in my parents’ disappearance. I find nothing. It’s two in the morning when I leave Angel’s house. I tell myself that Angel isn’t the sort of person who would keep hostages for a long period of time. He would have killed my parents and sent their parts back home in a large velvet box with a golden ribbon.