Little White Lies (editing)

Newbury Street

Iris felt dirty, extremely dirty. Not only had this stranger took advantage of her, but he made her like enjoy the feeling. Iris hated sex. She never enjoyed it. But this man was a walking sin. She felt things she had never felt in her life. That alone sickened her.

She felt things she never had actually experienced before. He was evil. She hated herself for enjoying it. She hated this man for taking advantage of the situation. She hated that he was casually laying on her bed naked with a cigar in his mouth like he owned the place.

"Hey doll I can feel you burning holes into my head." He mumbled at the ceiling. Iris huffed and began hastily looking around for her garments. A few tears built her eyes out of anger but she stayed silent.

Shame. She felt shame she had let it come this far. But what choice did she have? Sometimes you have to go through the storm to get to the end.

"Did I say you could leave?" He cocked an eyebrow at her. "What more do you need me for?" She carefully asked, even though all she wished was to strangle him. She missed the days where she was explosive and passionate about things. But Rupert beat the submission into her and held the only thing she would die for over her head.

Rupert was a successful looking black man so when he swept her up in the Carolinas her parents were proud of her. They wished her well in the north and sent the happy couple off. And they were happy for a while... now they're here. Her being a prostitute for her darling husband.

"Your husband is right you are good at what you do." He leaned back and took a puff of the cigar.

Iris just gaped, she couldn't believe the words that came out of his mouth.

Was that supposed to be a compliment? Because if it was, he was clearly lacking common courting skills. Iris wanted to hit him, she's never been so fired up against one person. That was saying a lot. Rupert has exposed her to a lot of awful people. But this one just made her so angry for some reason.

"I do believe you said it would only be an hour sir. We have well surpassed that." Her voice came out meek and shaky with embarrassment. Vincent let out a deep loud laugh.

"Sweetheart if I wanted to f*ck you for the rest of the week there is nothing your little husband could do about it. He's a b*tch and you know it." He smirked. Iris inhaled deeply. He wasn't wrong.

"So with that said..." he motioned his fingers to beckon her forward Iris. She wanted to either scream in frustration or cry. Why prolong the torture? She felt like a wh*re, but she would rather be a living one than a dead one. He grabbed the back of her neck and brought her lips down to his. Keeping them still as stone.

He pulled at her lip aggressively. "Kiss me back." He growled. Iris was terrified she didn't want to kiss this man anymore but again what choice did she have. She carefully moved her lips against his. A sigh of satisfaction left his lips as he deepened the kiss.

He pulled back and went to her ear. "Tell your husband I'll be back." And with that he got up and dressed himself before walking out the door with out sparing her another glance. If he did, he would most likely end up back in the bed and tangled up in the sheets with her.

This feeling in his chest was not right. Those thoughts were not his own. He didn't feel normal and had to leave.

Once he was gone she heard the men mumbling and multiple footsteps leaving. When the door finally closed last, she sat in the corner of her room and finally cried. She wanted to leave but she couldn't she knew what would happen. So she sat and cried accepting her fate that was near.

Rupert had no right to do this to her. It's his fault. He does this to her! He makes her do this and then gets angry with her for just trying to survive. It wasn't fair.

She heard the dishes crashing and Rupert yelling out in anger. She cried harder because she knew, she just knew. "I'm gonna kill that wh*re!" He roared kicking something and marching up the stairs.

The door swung open and Rupert's angry eyes met Iris sitting in the corner. When he kicked the door, Iris knew her fate had been sealed. There was no escaping this. She would die here, by Rupert's hands.