I thought of Kane. The asshole with the soft lips that gave me butterflies. His words cut me like a knife at times, and others they gave me a sense of hope. Hope that I was capable of feeling something other than shame and misery on a daily basis.
What a joke.
He was probably angry that I seemingly left the party without a word after that kiss we shared.
My first kiss.
My first fucking kiss right before my virginity was stolen.
Why couldn’t it have been him? I wish it was.
I was on cloud nine after he kissed me, ready for it to happen again. I wanted him to hold me. I wanted to feel his lips against mine. Then Dad sent him away and an ominous feeling overcame me.
I knew something bad was going to happen. I just knew it.
I wish I would’ve left with Kane. I wish I would’ve donesomethingso I didn’t end up here.
“This is the best one we’ve had so far. And to get a virgin? You owe me for this,” the talker said. His friend didn’t say anything in response–shocker.
His heavy footsteps grew closer, and I slammed my eyes shut, waiting for him to rape me again.
“This has been a lot of fun, little flower, but it’s time to take you home now. We only had you for twelve hours.”
Only…onlytwelve hours.
He tossed me a towel and I covered myself quickly. He let me use the shower and even though the water was cold, it felt good to rinse away the blood and sweat.
Once I was done scrubbing my body, I spotted a stack of clothes on the counter. I got dressed in what was left for me–a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. No bra or panties. My beautiful white dress had long been destroyed. I didn’t want to see the thing ever again anyway.
Carefully, wincing with each step, I left the bathroom and felt a wave of relief as I realized I was alone.
There was a piece of paper taped to the door.
Little flower,
There is a car waiting for you. It will take you home. Thank you for the lovely evening.
I crumpled the note and tossed it. Little flower? Fuck you.
I burst through the door only to be greeted by the morning sun, like some sick reminder of the world’s beauty after experiencing the worst of mankind.
The note wasn’t a lie.
There was a sleek black car waiting for me. A man wearing a suit with his arms crossed stood by the car. He opened the back door and waited silently as I slid in, closing the door behind me.
It seemed like this awful nightmare was over. But when would it happen again? As the gravity of the situation began to sink in, I realized how lucky I was.
How fucked up is that? I wasluckyto be raped for hours by two strange men, courtesy of my father, because hey, at least they didn’t kill me. At least Dad didn’t sell me off permanently. Except this way, he could use me over and over again.
I closed my eyes as I rested my head against the window, finally letting the tears fall.
“See,thatwasn’tsobad, was it?” Dad asked the girls as his men zipped their pants once they were done. He turned to me and smiled as the girls puked behind him.
My face was soaked with tears, but I couldn’t focus on anything in front of me.
Getting hit with memories was something that hadn’t happened to me in a long time. I’d gotten so good at ignoring my past, pretending like it was all a nightmare. Pretending like I hadn’t suffered at the hands of the man before me.
I would find a way to save these girls before they were led into a life of sex slavery and abuse. Before they ended up like me, screwing men on command and living a life of shame and hatred.