I wrapped myself up in Adrian’s bed sheets. I realized how critical I had to be of my safety from now. Now, I couldn’t afford to piss off Adrian or else he would rape me or do worse and I knew that the barbarity he would inflict would surely cost me, my baby. I looked up at the ceiling, wishing Alex’s presence to be here and not there, stagnant on a hospital bed.
“Baby,” I whispered cradling my stomach. I kept my hold there and smiled despite the inner tears and turmoil I was going through. I would keep little blip safe, I had to. Even if it would cost me every ounce of my dignity and pride, I would protect this child.
My eyes strained, as I realized I had fallen asleep. I jerked my body upwards and looked at the time, 8:30. Fuck, had I slept through the morning and the afternoon? Was that normal? I chastised myself, I got up from the bed, pulled on my trainers and headed out to the hall.
It was still dark, an indication that Adrian still hadn’t come. Taking my chance, I went to the security box punched in my code and left the place. I released a huge sigh of relief when the elevator doors opened to the ground floor. No Adrian in sight, I thought happily. I skipped to the backside of the building and scanned the row of warehouses, “Twenty four? Twenty four?” I asked myself as I kept scanning and finally I found it. I ran to it, exhilarated when I realized that the latch was open. I pulled the door to the side and stepped in, closing the door gently beside me.
My eyes took some time to get adjusted to the dim light. I gasped when I saw a large bed and a pole in the middle of the room.
“That’s strange.” I thought out loud.
“It is, isn’t it?” I froze, and I squinted trying to recognize the voice, “Shane?”
“No.” The voice simply said. This voice was sexily husky, it sounded like…no, oh God no! The alarms went off in my head, as Adrian came into view. I stepped back, and realized that I had hit something, or someone.
“Hello, Milla.” Shane’s naughty voice greeted me. I squealed, I grabbed Shane’s hands and pulled him to the door, I reached for the latch but it was locked, “Shane we have to leave. He’s gonna’ kill us, remember?” Shane nastily pulled away from my grip, “More like kill you, kiddo.”
“But, we need to leave, you told me that you would get me my…”
“My what? Freedom?” Adrian interjected. I felt him come closer to me, I went and hid behind Shane’s tall frame, “Help me,” I whispered in his ears. I could hear Shane’s breath hitch as he laughed, “Sure thing.” And suddenly I felt Shane’s strong hands clamp down on my arms, pulling me away from him and pushing me to Adrian. I screamed in pure horror as I fell into Adrian’s arms. He looked down at me grinning, “Now that was an Oscar worthy toss.”
I felt his lips come down on mine, he bit my lip hard and I groaned as his tongue slid in. He was devouring me and killing me oh so softly. It was pitiful. I got ripped from his arms and was thrown into Shane’s, he grabbed my hoodie and ripped it open at the seams. I felt Adrian pull my trousers and panties down. Now I was standing in front of them in nothing more than my bra and my trainers. I shivered, the cold wind raising goose bumps.
“Please, Adrian, don’t do this.” I pleaded with him, he raised his hand and gestured for Shane to do something. That ‘something’ was painfully ripping my bra off my chest and leaving my breasts for the two men to see. I felt Shane slide his arms underneath mine as he cupped one of them in his hand and ran the free hand down my torso, just resting above my crotch. Shane kissed my neck, inhaling deeply.
I cried out to Adrian but all I saw him do was lick his lips, when our eyes met, I saw pain flash through them. He didn’t like what he was doing, but he continued with it nonetheless. I was shoved to Adrian and in return he threw me to the ground.
“Play it.” He ordered Shane.
I wondered what he meant by that, but all the pieces fit together when The Hurts’ Cupid began to play from somewhere. I felt Shane drag me by my hair to the steel pole. I stood beside it and watched as Adrian pulled up two chairs.
“One for me and one for Shane,” He happily remarked.
I stood covering my bare assets in front of them, as their gazes went over my naked body shamelessly.
“Dance for us.” Shane ordered. Adrian slapped Shane’s thigh, “No, baby doll, pole dance for us. We never see strippers, so well…be our whore tonight.” Shane laughed at Adrian’s disgusting comment.
“You both are fucking repulsive to the sights,” I shouted at them, finding my voice. I wasn’t crying, I wouldn’t break, “I trusted you!” I spat at Shane who simply shrugged, it made me want to go and slap the shit out of him.
“Trust is something, I don’t deal in. Money, now that will get me working.” He fist bumped Adrian who seemed to agree. Adrian laughed, “Are you that pathetically immature and, above all, gullible enough to believe that my best friend would help you? Did you honestly think that Shane would help a little runaway like you?”
“I had hope and faith that maybe he would.” I grumbled out. I saw Shane’s gaze soften for a second before that hard veneer was back on, “Well, start dancing bitch. The song ain’t waiting for you.”
“I am not a stripper. I don’t pole dance.” I commented.
“Fine, it’s either a three way fuck or a plain pole dance…I’d like to see you shimmy your assets on that…” Adrian laughed. Shane smiled at him too, but it dropped and got replaced with a scowl when he looked at me, “Well, do you need an invitation, Diana?”
“So if I dance, there is no three way?” I asked, thinking.
“No.” Both of them snapped at the same time.
“I don’t believe you both. Especially him.” I pointed at Shane who tipped his head back and laughed, “Didn’t your mother ever tell you, or teach you, to not talk with strangers? Stupid little doll.”
“She did teach me, but I am pretty sure, fucked up psychopaths like you and him didn’t fit into her ‘stranger’ position. I am pretty sure she was talking about normal people.”
“Normal people…is who we both represent.” Adrian drawled.
“No, you both represent that section of society that objectifies women and turns those women, into nothing more than chew toys for your carnal desires.” I argued.
“Enough!” Adrian snapped and I flinched, “Please just dance or else three way is the way to go.”
It took me a while, but eventually my body began to move.
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Repressed (Wattys 2014 Winner)
ChickLitMilania Harper Devonian, thought that she had left it all, when she ran away from her abusive boyfriend in the middle of the night. One year has passed and she has recovered. Coming back stronger and harder as a Victoria's Secret model. An assignmen...
