Sweet dreams are made of screams

Damaged

Twiggy's P.O.V:

I thought it was going okay. Mari was laughing and joking with me after the show, giving me a few pecks on the lips too. He even had his arm around me as we walked back to our hotel room.

"Jeordie" Manson cooed from behind me. "Yes?" I smiled turning around to face my love but I was greeted with a sight I didn't want to see. His crooked finger was gesturing me over to him, a crooked grin plastered on his pale face.

I silently scurried over to him, sitting next to him and looked at him. His eyes bored into mine for a few Secconds. For a split Seccond I felt scared, terrified of what was going to happen. I opened my mouth to speak but instead had my face pushed into his bare cock. I didn't even realise he had taken his crotch panel off.

I scoffed and choked as he yanked on my dreads so tightly clumps of dry hair fell out into his hands. He moaned loudly, "that's it, slut, take it deeper!" I really didn't want to be doing this. Why would he so suddenly take me onto him like that? He then used both hands, one around my neck and the other on my scalp. He used all his strength to push me deeper. I felt my neck crack, causing me to wince. "Come on, whore! Take it!" He growled. I began to choke, his cock rammed down my throat hard and fast leaving me with no air to breathe and no choice but to suck it.

He let out a string of moans and grunts before cumming hard, instantly into my throat, I swallowed with no choice. He bucked his hips, sending me over the edge. I used my arms to push down on his thighs and quickly pull myself off him. As soon as it was out my mouth I violently puked all over the bed, down myself and on Manson's shoes. Those shoes were 400 dollars...

He stared at me in utter shock and disgust before slapping my face with enough force to knock me straight onto the floor. I curled up in fetal position, covering my face with my hands. "I'm sorry!" I sobbed. "Shut the fuck up, bitch and clean my boots!" I obediently got up right away and pulled off his boots and threw them into the bathtub, sloppily clearing them with the shower head.

Once my vomit was off I ran back to Manson who was still sitting on the bed, and kneeled at his feet like an obedient dog. He pulled me up and sat me on his lap, stroking my rough hair. "Oh, my little Twiggy, when will you learn?" He cooed. I turned around to look at him and began whimpering, about to cry. "What's wrong love?" He almost mocked. I shook my head and looked to the ground. He tapped my cheek and told me to look at him. "I'm such a fuck up!" I exclaimed. His white eyes widened and then he began to grin. "Oh I know you are, sweetheart."

I sighed and turned away again. I knew it. I'm so worthless Brian doesn't give a shit about me I'm nothing but a toy to him. "little slut, is my cock that big that you threw up?" He chuckled to himself. I whined and tired to escape only to have his arms wrapped around my hips. "Where do you think you're going, Jeordie?" He snarled. I stayed silent not wanting to fuck up further. "I asked you a question, slut!" He yelled, smacking me upside the head. "N-nowhere!" I stammered through gritted teeth.

"Dirty, dirty rockstar" I mumbled to myself. I was then picked up and placed gently on the bed, watching as Marilyn took off his clothes infront of me and got changed into one of his outfits he wears when performing 'antichrist superstar'. Black shirt, black pants, red tie, black waist coat and platform boots. He flattened down his hair, not bothering to take off his half smudged makeup and then scowled at me. "Get dressed into something...nice. we're going out for dinner in half an hour" I was informed. I nodded frantically and with that he left the room.

I rushed to get dressed as quickly as I could. I opened the small closet in the corner of the room and carefully took out my pink doll dress, lace stockings and purple creeper boots. I got Completly naked and scrubbed my face clean with soap and water. Then putting on crimson colored lipstick, black eyeliner and mascara. My hand was uncontrollably shaking, making my face messier than I would of liked. I got dressed and took my hair down, brushed my teeth and sighed at my ugly, extremely crooked, femanine reflection. My true form was showing now: The childish, submissive, worthless, psychopath I always was...