This chapter contains sexual content and rape,
I do not support the characters actions or the themes I warned you about.
Enjoy...
A lady's pride is her happiness, in playing the part she believes was meant for her
But most times the world shifts the play until you don't know if the part was what you chose.
It breaks down dreams to survival, and turns happiness, to moments you become afraid.
Choosing to be what the world conditioned you to be,
not the person a child once looked forward to with certainty.
A woman becomes anatomy, just another vagina to be used.
Bambi walked in, her heart pulsing with the fear of being watched.
Of being seen as more than a gester, concealing thoughts.
Pleasing not to be killed.
The curtains were closed, a welcomed discovery that would make what was coming a bit more tolerable.
The man unbuckled his slacks, huffing almost as fast as his sweat formed.
He seemed like one who liked control, as he
pushed her to the bed and moved to rip off her dress.
She lay still and let him do what he wanted.
His hands groping her breast in iron grips, sucking and biting whatever part he wanted.
Too fast, feeding the surge of whatever control made his head swell and his member grow.
She tried to ignore the slaps, the bites that made her grit her teeth in pain.
"I just need to endure, it will be over soon"
Her mind struggled to travel somewhere far,
Somewhere beautiful but her memories had none.
It was darker much darker.
He moved to kiss her but she turned her face away and ignored his groans.
"I don't kiss." She muttered.
"i do whatever I want." he chuckled and caressed the intimate mound between her legs.
Before forcing her mouth open with his fingers,
Daring her to oppose him.
She knew what would happen and the thought of having a bad start loosened her jaw.
his slimy tongue came without warning and explored the corners of her mouth.
She held back the food, travelling up her throat.
It will only get messier.
At least she didn't get one of the sick bastards that cut ladies for pleasure.
She tried hard to be on Lady Lake's good side to avoid that,
The other girls truly did know the horrors of being a sex worker when the clients could break the rules and get away with it.
Maybe if they did, they wouldn't act so stupid.
He quickly tore the condom she gave him and wrapped it around his member before plunging into her.
He moaned, engulfed in her warm warmness yet he wasted no time thrusting into her.
He was fast, painfully fast, unbothered about her pleasure
Because just, he's mattered.
Bambi let him bend her limbs and acted like a synthetic sex toy.
She kept the poses, matching whatever would ignite his ego just to make the back and forth come to an end.
She faked the moans, but the tempo was not loud enough for him.
"Moan." He ordered and continued thrusting.
She did as he said and moaned with tears streaming down from the side of her face.
It went on for what seemed like hours while she listened to the chains ramble.
Bambi envisioned them palming their ears to block off all the noise, and that almost made her laugh.
They were truly innocent, lambs that will be offered to wolves to devour.
She didn't feel like a lamb anymore, maybe a fox.
But all animals feel pain.
His thrusts got faster and by the shortness of his breath she could tell he was close.
1, 2, 3 and it was over as he convulsed frantically, dropped his weight on her body.
She took on his weight for some seconds before he rolled to the side.
The loud snores came next, but they were music to her ears.
A better sound she preferred to silence.
It was over for now, at least before another man made another mark on her body.
She laughed at the thought of loosing count at 50, thinking about what the future held.
Until, sleep took the thought away.
If the sun could see, it would prefer to be in the dark. Because the next morning came with rays traveling through the open windows.
Every inch of the mansion was silent, apart from the bodies that screeched with blood, mopping the marble floors.
Dragged away to become another mass grave.
The rest with breath were either asleep or mourning another day in captivity.
Bambi snapped her eyes open and turned to her side when she felt the bed move.
He was dressed up, ready to return to civilization. Probably a wife and children who knew him as a good man.
Ignorant to the mask he wore.
He moved to kiss her forehead and murmured how he would have more of her on his next visit before leaving.
She counted his steps and sighed when the door closed.
It was almost like he was never here.
Bambi sat up and rushed to the cupboard to change, laughing at the thought of Kim walking in on her naked.
Oddly she didn't mind the thought of scarring him.
She moved to put on the straps of her nightwear before a voice halted her movement.
"Was it what you expected?" Esmeralda asked.
"Yes, it was great. These old men aren't really hard to please." She muttered with a smirk to bury the disgust.
"is this really what you want for yourself?" Esmeralda asked again as she sought to understand Bambi.
Bambi scoffed, "want for myself? I think I'm the only one who has come to terms with reality, choose your trauma before she gives you one you will never be able to survive"
Silence.
She combed her hands through her hair and walked out of the room when she couldn't bear the silence anymore.
Hoping she made a point that didn't feel crazy anymore.
Bambi shrieked when she bumped into something strong.
Her eyes narrowing when she stared into his eyes, she couldn't understand how, but she knew it was Kim.
Maybe it was the inquisitive hard gaze, or the mist that always came with him.
One thing was for sure, he was trouble.
Just the kind she enjoyed beefing.