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Silently, he motioned for me to sit on the bed. His gaze was suddenly terrifying, especially when a smirk appeared upon his face. It reminded me of stinky Johnny, immediately bringing a nauseating feeling to the surface.
He pulled out a weird piece of lingerie and handed it to me. Without asking any questions, I quickly took off my clothes and put it on, at the same time trying to settle my stomach. There wasn’t any talking going on between him and me, which disturbed me. He just motioned with his hands, indicating to me what he wanted me to do.
The night got even weirder when he took out a blindfold and a small whip. I wasn’t sure who was going to use it and that made me nervous, because surely I didn’t wantto get beaten with that thing. My nerves calmed a little though when he put the red satin blindfold on himself. I figured I would be smacking him, which didn’t bother me as much as the alternative.
To cut a long story short, the first twenty minutes were okay. He did have me whip him, which truly wasn’t that bad. At first I was uncomfortable, but after a few minutes I swung that thing against his skin like I was taming a horse. The way he enjoyed it made me feel queasy. His sick yelps and moans each time I hit him was the worst part. I kept thinking – what am I doing? Money talks though, and I couldn’t pass up two hundred dollars.
When he said he was finished I thought my job with him was done – oh, how wrong I was! The smile on his face revealed how pleased he was. I couldn’t understand it. He didn’t even seem to mind that his back was bleeding. Anyway, he took the bandana off and immediately tied it around my head. I didn’t like that.
“What are you doing?” I asked, trying not to sound panicky.
I tried to take the bandana off, but couldn’t. He didn’t acknowledge my question, just grabbed my arms and pulled them out from underneath me. I couldn’t get away from him, or even get off the bed. Within seconds, my arms were tied to the bedpost, and my legs did their own thing as I kicked the air hoping to reach his face. All the time, he never said a word.
I tried everything to get my arms out of the knotted rope, but couldn’t. I tried to use my voice before something bad happened. It didn’t work.
“Please, let me go. I did what you asked and I really need to get back.”
“Not yet,” is all he said to me. The first words he’d spoken since we’d got to the motel.
I squirmed and I yelled, and he got mad. Suddenly, I felt something smash againstmy face. I’m not sure if it was his fist, but it definitely was his hand, and it hurt – bad. Right away, my right eye started to swell. There was second blow to my head, and another. I begged for him to stop, but he didn’t care.
He smacked me around for at least ten minutes, although it felt like hours.
By the time he was finished, or I thought he was finished, I felt like I had been hit by a truck. I couldn’t see anything, I could hear him standing above me, panting like a dog. I was crying silently under the blindfold, praying that the night would end.
After that, the rest of the night was a blur. I know that he raped and beat me no end. I know that people would think that saying rape is probably crazy considering my job, but I did tell him to get off me, and he didn’t listen. I have never had that happen since I’ve been out here on the street. I can’t believe I got into his car, either – that was stupid. Money rules the world. And I’m more naïve than I realised.
I am still lying on the floor, unsure of how I got here, next to the window. I’m still shaken up about what happened, and my anxiety level has shot through the roof. It’s difficult to steady my hands, and my head is killing me. At least my vision has cleared a little, allowing me to see my surroundings.
The room is in a bad condition, worse than how it was when we first got here. The bed is a mess, blood is covering the sheets.
I have
Silently, he motioned for me to sit on the bed. His gaze was suddenly terrifying, especially when a smirk appeared upon his face. It reminded me of stinky Johnny, immediately bringing a nauseating feeling to the surface.
He pulled out a weird piece of lingerie and handed it to me. Without asking any questions, I quickly took off my clothes and put it on, at the same time trying to settle my stomach. There wasn’t any talking going on between him and me, which disturbed me. He just motioned with his hands, indicating to me what he wanted me to do.
The night got even weirder when he took out a blindfold and a small whip. I wasn’t sure who was going to use it and that made me nervous, because surely I didn’t wantto get beaten with that thing. My nerves calmed a little though when he put the red satin blindfold on himself. I figured I would be smacking him, which didn’t bother me as much as the alternative.
To cut a long story short, the first twenty minutes were okay. He did have me whip him, which truly wasn’t that bad. At first I was uncomfortable, but after a few minutes I swung that thing against his skin like I was taming a horse. The way he enjoyed it made me feel queasy. His sick yelps and moans each time I hit him was the worst part. I kept thinking – what am I doing? Money talks though, and I couldn’t pass up two hundred dollars.
When he said he was finished I thought my job with him was done – oh, how wrong I was! The smile on his face revealed how pleased he was. I couldn’t understand it. He didn’t even seem to mind that his back was bleeding. Anyway, he took the bandana off and immediately tied it around my head. I didn’t like that.
“What are you doing?” I asked, trying not to sound panicky.
I tried to take the bandana off, but couldn’t. He didn’t acknowledge my question, just grabbed my arms and pulled them out from underneath me. I couldn’t get away from him, or even get off the bed. Within seconds, my arms were tied to the bedpost, and my legs did their own thing as I kicked the air hoping to reach his face. All the time, he never said a word.
I tried everything to get my arms out of the knotted rope, but couldn’t. I tried to use my voice before something bad happened. It didn’t work.
“Please, let me go. I did what you asked and I really need to get back.”
“Not yet,” is all he said to me. The first words he’d spoken since we’d got to the motel.
I squirmed and I yelled, and he got mad. Suddenly, I felt something smash againstmy face. I’m not sure if it was his fist, but it definitely was his hand, and it hurt – bad. Right away, my right eye started to swell. There was second blow to my head, and another. I begged for him to stop, but he didn’t care.
He smacked me around for at least ten minutes, although it felt like hours.
By the time he was finished, or I thought he was finished, I felt like I had been hit by a truck. I couldn’t see anything, I could hear him standing above me, panting like a dog. I was crying silently under the blindfold, praying that the night would end.
After that, the rest of the night was a blur. I know that he raped and beat me no end. I know that people would think that saying rape is probably crazy considering my job, but I did tell him to get off me, and he didn’t listen. I have never had that happen since I’ve been out here on the street. I can’t believe I got into his car, either – that was stupid. Money rules the world. And I’m more naïve than I realised.
I am still lying on the floor, unsure of how I got here, next to the window. I’m still shaken up about what happened, and my anxiety level has shot through the roof. It’s difficult to steady my hands, and my head is killing me. At least my vision has cleared a little, allowing me to see my surroundings.
The room is in a bad condition, worse than how it was when we first got here. The bed is a mess, blood is covering the sheets.
I have
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