Page 24 of Broken

"The money....the money I made from robbing you...I can give it to you. Just please...don't hurt me."

He laughed in my face. It was harsh and deep and rattled around in my brain. I felt the hem of my dress being pulled up and slowly he worked his hand into my panties. There wasn't much fabric there to begin with, as I was wearing a thong. My eyes had grown wide but out of instinct, my hands, one still holding my cellphone, went to his shoulders to steady myself.

Why aren't you screaming?

Why are you letting him do this?

Over and over I asked myself questions as I let him take his fingers and enter me. Only when he was inside of me, moving his finger in a come-hither motion did he speak. "Little Thief, I do believe that you are becoming wet. Are you enjoying this?"

"No," I hissed. "This is wrong."

A smirked appeared on his lips, and I watched as his tongue danced out to lick them. He held out his free hand. "Hold up your phone."

"What?"

My phone rested on his shoulder, still in my now tight gasp. A moan escaped my lips as he began to thrust in and out of me...I could feel my juices sliding down my leg.

"Put this number in," he said.

On a moan I asked why, but for my troubles he just pushed into me even deeper. I relented, and he gave me the number.

"Now, call it..."

I hit the green button, and it began to ring. A sinister smiled crossed his face, but I didn't care. An orgasm had begun to build and just as I was about to climax...

He snatched his hand out of pussy. With a painstaking slowness, he licked my dew from his fingers. "Come when I call, Nova. Or I will be forced to report you to Child Protective Services due to your living arrangements. And wear my mother's pearls..."

And then he was gone.

Like a shadow blown away by a wicked wind. Slumping against the wall of the motel, I did something I hated doing.

I let myself cry.