Lady Vixen

Chapter Seven

I feel weak, damaged, and alone. I have never been in such pain in my life. My legs are numb. My ankles are crying. My wrists are screaming. My head is pounding. My life is not in my favors as of right now. My own father hit me at times, and this does not even compare to that. Why did I ever stop to talk to Andre? Why did I even run away? More importantly, why did I let Justin in my home? If I didn't tell him to come over, he would probably still be alive. I can still see his face, his dark hair, brown skin, and eyes every time I close my eyes. He reminds me of Mark in a way. Mark has been trying to help me in every way he can. He'll help bathe me and uncuff me to give my wrists a break from the suspension.

I just wish I was somewhere in my bed tucked under my gigantic comforter and soft pillows. Instead, I am chained to a bed with no sheets in a room with no life. My pants are somewhere on the floor by the door. My shoes are on the floor with them. Andre and Bruce made sure to make me feel completely exposed. I tuck my knees into my chest with my arms across them as I bury my head into my arms. It hurts so bad. While it was happening, I felt myself getting numb to the pain. This is only day two and I am scared I am not going to make it. Is it sad that it getting to a point where I just want to accept it? I can hear footsteps approaching the door. I look up and quickly push myself up against the wall. I sit there with my knees still tuck into my chest and arms around them. The door opens. It's Mark.

"Hungry?" he asks as he holds a bag of fast food. I say nothing to him. He walks into the room and closes the door behind him. He walks closer to the bed as I sit there staring at the door still. "You got to eat something."

"How could you just watch them?" I say to him finally finding the words to get out.

"It was nothing I can do," he says to me.

"That's a lie. You could have stopped them. You could have called the police. Something. You just let them rape me," I say to him.

"That's not true," he says to me shaking his head.

"It is. You're sick just like them," I say to him.

"I am trying to help you," he says to me. "Just take the food."

"Helping me would be getting me out of here," I say to him.

"Fine. Since you want to be mad with me, I am going to sit this right here. Starve to death. I don't care," he says to me. He leaves the food bag on the bed and walks out of the room. I stare at the bag as my stomach begins to growl. I am kind of hungry. I let go of my legs as I look at the door. I quickly grab the food bag and open it. It's a burger. It's been a while since I had a burger. I take the burger out of the bag and begin to eat it. It tastes so good. I finish the burger and throw the wrapper in the bag. I toss the bag under the bed. The door opens and its Andre. He looks at me as I look at him. He has a shirt in his hand.

"The fuck you were doing?" he asks me.

"Nothing," I say to him.

"Liar," he says as he walks to the foot of the bed. He pulls on the chain that is cuffed to my ankle. He pulls me closer to him. He bends down putting his face into mine. "I am going to ask you one more time. What did you do?"

"Nothing," I say to him. He looks at me emotionless. He snaps his fingers. I look pass him as Bruce is forcefully bringing Mark in the room. He holds Mark by the back of his neck.

"Mark says otherwise and so does your breath," Andre says to me. "Since Mark cares for you so much, I am going to allow him to care to your other needs."

"I'm not doing it," Mark tells Andre. Andre looks up and turns to Mark.

"You are going to fuck her," he says to him.

"No. I'm not," Mark says.

"Yes, you will even it mean I have to touch your little dick and stick it inside of her myself," Andre explains to him. He grabs Mark by the neck and drag him to the edge of the bed. "Go ahead!"

I look Mark in his eyes. He doesn't want to do it. He's scared. I take a deep breath regretting what I am about to say. "Mark, it's okay," I say to him. Mark looks at me with confusion written in his eyes.

"What?" Mark says to me.

"It's fine. It's why I am here," I say to him feeling like I have lost my sanity. I scoot my body on the bed and rest my back against the mattress. I look up into the light wondering if this is what my life has come to.

"See, she wants you to do it. Do it," Andre says to him. I can hear Mark's zipper being pulled down. I can feel someone getting onto the bed. I look up and its Mark. He looks at me with tears in his eyes. He doesn't want to do this, but I feel as though if he doesn't, then Andre will make him pay for it. I look him in his eyes with the same look. I place my right hand on his face. I nod my head at him as I use my left hand to help him take his pants off. He thrusts himself upon me. He gently moves his body upon mine as I listen to all his breathless moans in my ear. "I am sorry," he whispers in my ear. "I know," I whisper back.

"You're doing it all wrong. Move," I hear Andre say. Andre pulls Mark off me and to the floor. He turns my body around hurting my ankle with the cuffs.

"No," I say to him. I try to get back up, but he presses his hand down on my back. He forces my back to bend as he holds my head down with his left hand and my waist with his right. He starts to thrust upon me making loud grunts with every thrust. He slaps me with his right hand as he continues to thrust. I place my right hand on his stomach trying to push him off me. He grabs my hand and holds it against my back. I can feel the tears falling onto the mattress. He makes his final thrust and toss me to the side. I turn my body back over relaxing my ankles as I look up at Andre with his knees on the bed shirtless and out of breath. The two of us make eye contact. I feel the urge to want to kill him, but for some reason there's a part of me that is attracted to him. He looks at me breathing out of his mouth making me wonder if he's thinking the same thing.