Page 130 of Shifting Hearts 1
My steps were slow, dragging across the floor that I had scrubbed clean less than an hour ago.
I opened the squeaking door and stared at the unruly bed with stains decorating the greyish covers. I might have been blue at some stage. Yes, I think a baby blue.
And this would be where I lose the last part of my soul. Here, I will be tainted and shattered by this cruel world.
Closing the door behind me, I went to sit on the edge of the bed and bounced a little to test the springs. It was a good mattress, all things considered. Much better than we had in our rooms.
Trying to focus on anything else, I took the crusty sheet in my hand and winced at the feeling between my fingers.
The door burst open, and in the doorway stood a colossal man with an evil grin on his face. I tossed the sheet away from me when the door opened, but now, I wished I had kept it and could use it to shield myself from what was about to happen.
He stalked forward and slammed the door shut with his boot.
“She said you looked mature for your age, but this is a pleasant surprise. How old are you exactly?”
Too stunned to say anything, he tried again when no sound came from me. “This is only going to work if you do as I say, girly. Now, I asked you a question.”
My voice came out in a terrified whimper. “Fourteen. I’m fourteen.”
Pleased, he asked another question, “And why are your clothes so wet?”
I barely registered the coldness of my soaked clothes until this very moment. “She pushed me under the shower,” I stuttered.
He moved to the corner of the room to sit in the dingy armchair, with his legs spread and his hands on his thighs.
“Take off your clothes,” he gruffly said.
It wasn’t a request.
Gingerly, I willed my frozen limbs to obey. One shoulder strap of my tattered dress slipped off, and the other followed. Within seconds, my only form of protection lay crumpled at my feet. My thin cotton panties were next, and I cursed the useless mother who abandoned me at this forsaken orphanage. Couldn’t she at least have found one that didn’t have such an evil woman at the helm?
Naked and exposed, I stared at my feet and obediently waited for the next instruction.
“Come here, I want to see your face.” His voice was trembling.
On my tiptoes, I walked closer and froze dead in my tracks when he said, “Stop right there and look at me.”
Hesitantly, I lifted my head and looked at the man sitting before me.
In another situation, I might have thought he was handsome, maybe even developed a massive crush on him. But here, right now, he was a thief coming to steal my innocence, and I felt the anger well up inside.
“You don’t like me, do you?”
I shook my head, but my eyes never left his gaze.
“If you had the power, which you don’t, what would you’ve done?”
Mrs. Gruber said to keep quiet, but I am more afraid of what this man would do to me.
“Nothing,” I whispered.
“That’s not true. Listen, this is going to be very unpleasant for you whether you answer me honestly or not. Might as well speak your mind and convince yourself later that you did all you could to avoid the pain.”
He was right.
I dug deep and gathered all the courage I could muster before pointing my finger at him, looking him dead in the eyes and saying, “I wish that every time your dirty, disgusting cock gets hard for an underage child or anyone else being forced into this situation, your blood would curdle, and your body would shut down. Just for an extra measure, I wish you would shit yourself so that your death could be as sickening and vile as you are.”
I was out of breath, but I was feeling better. This must be the best and worst day of my life. I experienced freedom that I had never tasted before.
