Angel In The Club

CHAPTER 37

Britney felt so angry and defeated . she would have to say this was one of the many low points since she's been here but it was somehow worst than the other experiences. She don't think Damian choking her could even hold a candle to this scenario. She was wasn't even able to ease some of the pressure off her neck because she was tied up.

She tried to make eye contact with him to in a desperate attempt to plead with him. That doesn't work as he squeezes even harder. She then feel the familiar haziness of slipping out of consciousness. And then all of a sudden the pressure disappears from my neck and she was relieved and right after he flips her around again and starts to do something so utterly disturbing that she was rendered baffled.

He starts to fondle the opening of my butt. He started out by barely rubbing it in tight, concise circles causing a horrified scream to erupt out of the bottom of her belly. She felt so violated.It's even worst than choking her to death. An episode of thunder booms through the air causing her to jump slightly. He doesn't ease up though and his movement became even more persistent and degrading. She frail her feet up into the air but it doesn't make a difference because he jus uses his knees to press down on her thighs.

Followed shortly after the sound of thunder is the distinctive rattling of a door knob across the room. She watched in  horror as the door is pushed half opened and a white man sticks his head through the gap in the door. Recognition registers on his face as he stands frozen for a few seconds and looks on at the disturbing scene before him. She started to scream which comes out like the sound a dumb person makes. She stretch her fingers towards him in one desperate plea for help.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

He squeaks obviously mortified and then she watch for a split second just before his face disappears behind the door, his face blooms into a crimson flower.

"Frigging retards, back to where we were. How do you like this?" He says tormenting her.

She mumbles even louder. The wind is then knocked clear out of her chest when a solid finger enters her opening unexpectedly. It's like an menacing meteor from out of space piercing the Earth's atmosphere.

Britney yelp out in surprise and at that time she know this man has gone way too far. He bends his finger in a come hither shape and starts to stroke in and out in provocative tight circles. At that time she felt like all the openings in her body wanted to just close up and dry up. The tears rush out with pure vengeance, they  seem to burn her skin.

"You feel so good, so soft and plush." He says and she just want to regurgitate her lunch all over his face.

Another thunder booms and suddenly she hear a hurt scream coming from the man behind her, right near my ear. She think first that he sounds like a wounded animal and secondly she wondered why he was screaming. He withdrew his intrusive finger out of her and she let out a relieved breath. The man blurts out another ear- ripping scream that makes her jump.A repulsive smell hits her nose like something burning particularly burning flesh.

The smell reminded her of one time in high school when she used to process my hair and my mom left the cream in for more than the specified time. In that time that she was waiting for her to rinse the chemical out she could literally smell her flesh being scorched. Britney felt the bed shift while he sprinted up from behind me. She snapped my head high as she could to look at him.He started crying and screaming simultaneously reaching his hand onto his back like a one time crack addict who is being riddled with withdraw symptoms.

  "What the fuck just dropped on my back.My skin is burning!"

He turned around briefly and she saw a large section of his back with a gruesome, gapping wound. The skin was receeding from its previous position revealing a brilliant redness. It looked like the effects of being caught in a burning house by a raging fire or pot of hot water being poured on you. Her brain was very slow in processing the scene that was unfolding  in front of her. What the hell caused his back to look like that? 

"What did you do to me you witch?!" He started pointing at the ceiling like a maniac and she swirled her head around and saw a lone droplet of water falling from the ceiling. It landed right beside her bent knees and it sizzled when it made contact with the silk sheets; like a strip of beacon in a skillet.

He stomped into the bathroom and she heard the water beating against the tiles. He ran the shower for about five minutes and then she heard him shouting at the top of his voice. She bet it was after he looked at his back in the full length mirror. He came back in the room completely soaked; water dripping from his body. He looked at her again and started to pull up his pants record time over his wet legs.

"Are a sorceress I'm going to sue you and Damian for this and I want my money I paid for you. You messed up my back!"

He yelled finally as he pain strikingly pulled down his shirt over the wound,wincing as he did so. He made an attempt to come towards me but thought against it as he withdrew so fast she could have swore he got whiplash. He made a beeline for the door leaving he still tied to the bedpost.

She started to feel the leather piercing into her wrist, due to several minutes of being like this. She tried to loosen the bound again but it was hopeless. She could just imagine Damian coming in here any minute and using this opportunity to hit her or worst try to kill her  again, because she disappointed his client. She had no part or role in that man getting his skin burned off obviously, that wasn't her. It was raining outside they both heard the thunder. It could have been acid rain that fell on him. She had heard about that phenomenon caused by chemicals in the air mixing with the precipitation.

She hear the door handle rattle again and she pray professively in her mind that she wouldn't be greeted with that crude, bony face. God must have heard her prayers because instead of short, choppy, black hair instead curly, red tendrils pokes through the small gap in the door and she  immediately felt less anxious.

He looks towards he and his face lights up as he meets her eyes and almost instantly it falls into a grimace again as he takes in her condition. He seems to have teleported across the room to where she was and he begins to unravel the belt from her wrists.

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