Page 33 of Do It For Me

On the TV, the woman chokes on one of the men while two others beat her and thrust into her.

“Please, stop. I’m begging you.”

“Beg better, slut.”

They all smell.

Please, someone get me out of here.

I’m hanging from the ceiling, blindfolded, with something shoved into my mouth so I can’t scream. All I can do is feel, and it’s the last thing I want.

My entire body aches.

I want them to put me down.

They’re taking turns. I know only because they say it out loud. I don’t know how many of them there are or what they’re doing to me.

I just want this to end. Please.

Please!

“My name is Roger, beautiful. I’ll teach you how to take care of me.”

I don’t want to. I hope I can kill you. Disgusting bastard.

“In a few days, you’ll come with me, so I’ll need to try you before I show you what I want.”

When he’s finished with me, he says, “I brought some friends.”

I’m practically dead on the bed, but he opens the door, and five men walk in, each wearing a grin.

“I’ll teach you to take them all, beautiful. I’m sure you’ll love it.”

Disgusting. They’re all disgusting.

It doesn’t matter how much I fight, how much I beg, none of them stops. Is like they like me doing those things.

What do I have to do for them to leave me alone?

Someone slaps me.

I blink rapidly. My father stands in front of me, his face twisted with fury.

“Why the hell are you crying, you brat? Did you watch the videos?”

“I—”

“You can’t even handle that, can you?” He slaps me again, harder this time. “Useless cunt. You’re worthless. I should’ve taught you myself how to—”

“Erik!” Mum’s voice cuts him off as she steps into the doorway.

They both glare at each other, furious. I’ve never seen that look on Mum’s face before.

“Go to sleep, Lana,” my father says, stomping out of the room.

He yanks Mum by her hair as he leaves, slamming the door behind him and locking me in.

I lie down. Tears stream down my face, and my heart beats faster than ever.