Page 39 of Sexy Beginnings
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Lucy
My head is pounding. I open my eyes and darkness surrounds me. After I adjust to the lack of light the realization of where I am sets in.
Uncle Simon’s basement.
Oh my God. I try to move and that’s when I feel them, handcuffs. I’m lying against the cement floor, behind me is a water pipe which is what my wrists are cuffed around. What the hell happened? I hear a door open and close my eyes tight.
“I’m glad you could finally reconcile my loss, Christopher.” It’s my uncle. He is talking to my father.
“Well, it took some convincing but I finally forced Amy into helping.” She helped them? I was a fool. Betrayal stabs at my heart. My eyes well with tears when I realize how stupid I was to fall for this. I should have known better. She played me and knew exactly what cards to use. I didn’t even make it hard for her.
I hear a door slam and open my eyes hoping they left. When I see my uncle looming over me, I scream. He strikes me hard across the face the taste of blood instantly filling my mouth. “I have a feeling this will be difficult so I’m going to slip you this now and make my life easier.” He forces something into my mouth and slaps his hand over it. I hold what feels like a pill up with my tongue refusing to swallow it. A cool metal presses against my throat. “Swallow it now, bitch, or I start to carve you up.”
Reluctantly I do as he says, my body instantly starting to feel more relaxed and I begin to feel tired. I look away from him at the tiny window. The darkness of night still looms. I say a silent apology to Jordan for not listening to him.
Simon grabs my face roughly bringing my gaze back to him. “We are gonna have a lot of fun.” His foul breath invades my nostrils turning my stomach even more as I stare into his cold eyes.
His menacing smile is the last thing I see before I lose the battle with sleep.
***
I hear a voice talking to me, my body feels heavy, someone is tugging at my clothes. I try to open my mouth to scream, but I can’t. Pain fills me as I try to part my lips. They are sealed together. I open my eyes to see Simon standing over me.
“You lost the privilege of being able to speak when you chose to become a dirty biker slut.” His hands grip the hem of my pants pulling them down as I shake my head groaning my disapproval. My limbs are heavy and I can’t fight him off. When they are gone, he stands over me with a pair of scissors that cut away at the fabric of my shirt and bra.
“What you can lay on your back for those animals but not for me? You were chosen for me! I was to be the one to have you! You ruined that, you bitch, and you will pay!” He strips himself in front of me and bile rises in my throat. I try to force it back down knowing I will surely choke on it.
I try to move but I can’t. It must be the drugs he gave me. Everything feels heavy. I can feel my body parts but I’ve lost all control of them.
He lowers himself down to me and I shake my head no trying to plead with him my mumbled responses useless. Tears spring to my eyes as he forces himself inside of me. I can feel my skin ripping with the force of his thrusts, his rough ways forcing my body to do things it isn’t willing to. I can’t struggle, can’t move, can’t scream. I’m completely at his mercy. My limp body being maneuvered in any way he wishes as he violently slams in and out of me. I start to sob because it is the only control over myself I have.
One of his hands reaches up grabbing one of my breasts. He digs his fingernails into it so hard that as I look down I can see blood drip down my skin when he lifts his hand. He repeats the same gesture with the other. As he slams into me, my head begins to hit the wooden post behind me, increasing my already pounding headache. My back scrapes against the cement floor my skin peeling with each thrust. My entire body is screaming in pain and begging him for mercy. I hear him groan as he finishes inside of me. I pray for him to leave me alone and that’s when I see a look of pure rage on his face. I follow his line of vision to my hipbone. My tattoo.
His face twists in anger. “You want to be branded do you slut? Well, I will give you something much more appropriate, after I remove this monstrosity.” Remove it? How the hell is he going to do that? I try to move forgetting again that I can’t. I yell “no,” knowing even with my lips sealed, he can understand me.
His hand slaps my face once more. “You still don’t know your place.”
He stands over me with a knife in his hand. “Let’s take care of this.”
The knife digs into my flesh and I squeeze my eyes shut as the pain radiates through my body. I scream, the force of it pulling my lips, causing even more pain. Blood seeps into my mouth from my lips and I decide to bite down on them instead of screaming hoping to cause myself less pain. I bite down on the inside of both my lips while still screaming from the slice of the blade. He cackles with each swipe of the blade. I feel it slicing through my skin again and again.
My head starts to spin.
My stomach turns.
I feel myself starting to slip away.
The last thing I see is my uncle’s smiling face.
***
My head aches, my stomach burns with the need to vomit. My body is face down on a cold unforgiving cement floor.
I try to look behind me only to see Uncle Simon again. His assault on me is as unforgiving as this floor. I gaze over my side and see blood dripping from my hip. Light is shining through the small window. How much time has passed?
“Now that you’re a slut, I’m sure you’ve done this.” His hands grip my ass. No. I shake my head. Mentally begging him not to do this to me. “You haven’t?” A sick smile plays over his face. His hand cups my core. “I may not have had this first like I was promised.” He pinches me hard as tears begins to fall from my eyes and my insides clench in pain. When he releases me, I take a much needed breath. “But I will have this.” His fingers dig into my flesh. Please God no.
