Page 32 of Do It For Me
Dante:You want me to scare them away?
I smile and bite my lip.
Me:Id like to but you need to work and get som sleep. Yu cant keep sneeking into my room like that. You will get tired of me
Dante:That’s impossible. Even if we spent a hundred years together, just talking, I’d never have enough of you.
I blush. I can’t stop smiling.
Dante:And I’d give up everything for you, ragnetta. Just say the word, and I’m yours.
Me:Ill think abot it. I kno it’s eazy for you to clim up but if you hadnt notice my father can come in witout warnin
Dante:I could lock the door.
I sigh.
Me:It lock from the outside
Dante:Has he ever locked you in?
On the TV, their movements quicken, accompanied by louder moans. This feels far too personal for me to watch. The way they look at each other—so intense—it’s as if I’m intruding on something private.
Me:When he ground me
The man on the screen sucks on the woman’s breasts. She clings to him, gasping loudly as he thrust into her, savouring her body.
What if I let Dante do something like that to me? Would it be wrong if I liked it? If I wanted him to look at me like that?
My father always said it doesn’t matter what I want, but what if it does? What if wanting someone could make everything different?
A tingling sensation spreads through my body as I imagine Dante’s hands all over me, parting my legs for him. His kisses trailing down my neck, lower and lower…
But then it’s not Dante. It’s them.
And the fantasy stops.
Dante:Do you think I could change the locks?
I roll my eyes.
Me:Shur, if you want me ded, engage to someone else, or gon away. Go ahed.
Dante:Every time I think I’ve run out of reasons to hate him, you give me more.
The video ends, and another begins.
In this one, a woman stands in the middle of a room, surrounded by six men.
My stomach churns as they grab her, tearing her clothes off. Their hands claw at her body as if they want to tear pieces of her flesh.
And then it’s no longer her on the TV. It’s me.
I’m in that place, in the middle of six men, all using me at once. I’m the one being raped again.
With tears in my eyes, I glance at my phone when it vibrates.
Dante:Are you really sure you don’t want me to beat him up?
