“Master,” I said in a dulcet tone, then licked my bottom lip. “Please, I need your cock. Now.” My chest tightened when Marco’s entire demeanor changed at my words, and fear rushed through me when he chuckled and let go of my hair.
“Good,” he praised, then nodded around a smirk. “That’s good, my toy.” In one move, he turned me around and pushed my upper body over.
My breathing turned haggard, my palms turned cold, and I felt momentarily dizzy when the pain in my face multiplied upon my having bent forward.
I placed my hands on the living-room couch in front of me, and when I looked up, I found my mom standing on the other side of it. Her arms were crossed, and the grin she had on her face was nothing short of deranged.
She was going to watch me this time.
She wouldn’t always stay in the same room as me once the client got his hands on me. But sometimes, she would, and she’d witness every single bit of what was done to me – all the while touching herself right before me.
It never came as a surprise to me that she took pleasure in watching me get fucked by random assholes. I knew she was an unstable human being, and that she was driven by everything questionable the world had to offer.
I broke eye contact with her when the sound of Marco unzipping his pants filled the otherwise silent room. My hands clenched over the couch’s cushions as I braced myself for the inevitable pain, and my chest tightened in fear of what was about to happen.
It never gets old, this feeling. And I wasn’t stupid enough to pretend that I was okay with it, or that I was so used to it that it didn’t bother me anymore; that I was numb to it or something. Because I wasn’t. I felt everything these men did to me, and I felt it in fuckingspades.
“I forgot to compliment you on your dress, didn’t I, my toy?” Marco said. “How inconsiderate of me.” He ran his hands over the length of my dress, then yanked at it, making me suck in a breath. “Delightful…” He roughly pulled the dress up and above my lower back, exposing my ass. “Yes,” he all but groaned. “What a sight you make, my little thing. Absolutely mouthwatering.” He palmed my ass cheeks and spread them for his viewing, making me swallow.
“Marco.”
I glanced up at Mom’s voice, and saw as she grabbed a bottle of lube from the small table next to the couch. But as she straightened and threw the bottle over to Marco, something else on the table caught my eye.
A steel-made nail file.
My breathing quickened as I stared at it – lying there carelessly next to a couple of condoms Mom had set out for Marco.
It was there – right in front of me. A wordless beacon. A way.
Apossibility.
And in that moment, I knew this was my only shot.
My fuckingmoonshot.
Marco shifted behind me, and the rustling of fabric indicated that he was pushing his pants down.
I couldn’t stop looking at the nail file, though. It was the only thing I could see; the only thing Iwantedto see.
I felt no fear with it so close to my grasp. I didn’t feel remorse, didn’t even have the desire to second-guess anything.
Something heavy pressed against my back, and a second later, I felt Marco’s hot, stale breath over my ear as he whispered, “Are you ready, my little toy?”
For the first time in the last two years, I finally felt like I was.
I wassofucking ready.
17. Past
Year 2008
The loud crinkling of a plastic wrapper filled the air as Marco put a condom on. He then popped open the bottle of lube Mom had given him, and spread my cheeks further.
I gritted my teeth when he dripped a thin line of ice-cold lube over my hole, and closed my eyes when he circled the crown of his semi-hard cock over it.
Wait – I had towaituntil I did something. I needed Marco to be taken off guard, because if he wasn’t distracted enough, then there was a strong chance he’d take me down before I could do any proper damage.
And so, I had to endure a little – just enough to stay true to what I had in mind.
