Page 81 of Objection
I felt my head rattle before my body registered the back-handed slap across my cheekbone that had my head spinning to the side.
I tasted the metallic tang of blood in my mouth and forgot to breathe for a moment.
“Shut the fuck up you stupid cunt,” he spat at me. I felt the tiny drops of spittle splatter across the side of my face.
Slowly, I turned my head back to him, careful to not speak, to not even breathe too loudly.
“Good, looks like you are a good obedient little sex slave, aren’t you?” He pulled the nighty from over my shoulder where I had flung it on my way into the bathroom. He ran it over his hands, admiring it. “Fancy shit from a rich, pussy boy. I doubt he has any idea how to beat a bitch like you, though. He probably has you doing dainty cute things, not getting beat like you need.” His voice made me physically nauseated. I could feel my stomach wanting to reject and dispel its contents.
I took several deep breaths, pushing the need to vomit aside.
“Does he beat you good then, little slut?” David sneered. I stayed quiet, my voice seeming to have completely disappeared. “Answer me you cunt!”
The second blow hit harder than the first, hitting the side of my mouth with a closed fist, the blood filling my mouth and dripping down as I gasped through the pain.
“Let’s see, shall we?” He pulled at my clothes.
Why wasn’t I screaming? Why wasn’t I fighting?
I pushed him away, and suddenly his hand was around my throat, pushing me into the door that he’d kicked closed behind me with a force that had my head bouncing hard. Hard enough for me to see stars.
I felt his hands on me, tearing and pulling at my clothing.
Why hadn’t I worn denim? That would have been more difficult.
The fabric of my leggings tore, exposing me, and I rushed to cover myself, stumbling back against the door, just wanting to get away.
“Ah, no, no, little slutty pet. You were my whore first. Some hoity-toity rich boy isn’t going to steal you away from me so easily. No, all of this,” he threatened, his foul breath fanning across my cheek as he spoke into my ear, and cupped my sex in his hand. “This belongs to me.”
I gagged, bile filling my mouth before I swallowed it back down, the stinging sensation making my eyes water.
My clothes, tattered, hung off of my frame as he bared my most private parts to him.
Scream! Something! Dammit!
Tears filled my eyes.
“David, please —”
I doubled over as his quick punch landed straight into my gut. I didn’t have time to process before my head was thrown back again, smashing even harder into the door. A full-length mirror hung there, and I heard it crash behind my head. I smelled the blood before I realized the shattered glass had cut me.
“I thought you were a good girl,” David sneered, holding up the note I had dropped to the floor. “Isn’t that what this says? That you’re a good girl? Answer me.”
I closed my eyes at his quietly growled command, nodding my head, ignoring the pain that shot behind my eyes.
“Then why the fuck are you talking!” He yelled so close to my face; I could feel his lips moving against mine.
My stomach was rolling, my head pounding. Why wasn’t I yelling for Soren?
“You know, there are so many things I could do with you. Especially now that I know you want it. You want to be beat up like a fucking dumb bitch,” he chuckled.
My eyes blinked open slowly, wincing against the pain as the light hit me. A glint of gray caught my attention.
David was fiddling with something.
A gun.
Fuck!
