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When the Dark Wins

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Stop! Stop! God! Fuck! Stop!

Steve finally pulled free, wrenching his fist from my body. If I could, I would have crumpled to the floor of the shower and cried for days.

The hot water still seared my skin, though I was numb from the pain between my legs, I barely noticed when he spun me around. His soapy hand moved over my bald head and down my back. Such a touch from another human being would have been a divine comfort under any other circumstance. His hand moved over my ass, giving one cheek a slap. The sound reverberated around the tiny tiled shower.

“Let’s clean this asshole of yours. Want to make sure it’s ready for tonight,” he said with another mocking laugh.

What?

With no further warning, he jammed two fingers into my ass.

Oh God! There is a hole there too! Jesus fuck.

How many more indignities must I suffer through? For the thousandth time, I wished I could close my eyes. To shut out all that was happening to me.

His fingers prodded and probed my backside before pulling free.

Yanking me out of the shower stall, he rubbed my already raw skin with a rough towel before once more hefting me over his shoulder and carrying me back down to his man cave.

For the next hour, I tried to close my mind off as he pushed and pulled me. Raised my arms. Lowered my legs. Turned me over and back. Smeared something on my face across my mouth. Then finally placed a new wig on me.

“Got to get you looking all pretty for tonight. My friend can’t wait to meet you.” Steve had lifted me up and held me before a mirror.

I stared into my own vacant eyes.

He had placed me in a hot pink sequined gown which barely reached the top of my thighs. The scooped neck was so low, my breasts popped out of the top. My obscenely open lips were smeared with glossy, pink lipstick.

But the worst… the absolute worst… was he had put me in a brunette wig. The glossy brown curls fell softly just above my shoulders.

Just how Jane used to wear her hair. Dammit, how I used to wear my hair.

I started to sob.

The doll in the mirror just stared back at me… expressionless… empty.

Chapter 5

“You sonofabitch, did you really get one of them?”

“Yeah, I told you I did.”

“You’re not fucking with me?”

“See for yourself.”

I could hear their conversation as they walked down the stairs. Steve had left me propped up on the sofa. Thinking it would be funny, he’d wedged an empty bottle of beer in my hand. As the door opened, I recognized the tall form of Steve; with him was a slightly short yet stockier stranger.

The man walked right up to me and stared.

“You sonofabitch! You did get one.”

“John, would I lie to you?” asked Steve with a smirk as he walked behind me. I could hear the clink of beer bottles.

Still, the man named John just stared.

Steve returned and handed him a bottle, taking a swig, he said, “Hot, right?”

John just shook his head. “You are one lucky sonofabitch. How do you even make it into work? I’d just sit around all day fucking it.”



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