I'M NOT YOUR PRINCESS ANYMORE?
I can't help coming here whenever I think of him. I push myself through the gas station and talk to a stranger wearing a fucking goddamn helmet. I have faced all that fear, but I don't know if I am ready to face him—Zygmunt. Is he really alive? Is he really back?
Here I am, at the same place, at the corner at the end of the street, in front of his house. I look up at the home—an abandoned house that is dark and has no lights on. I turn my eyes to search for the bike—there's nothing behind the fence anymore.
That biker must have moved it already.
I look up at the second floor of the house again and wait. I hope to see some light appear, but there's nothing inside the house either. I have always been waiting for him, even though I knew he might not return.
But now—Please, just give me some light.
I exhale and surrender. I turn around and feel something. I quickly turn back. I see a light on the second floor turn on. My eyes widen. After a long year of darkness in this corner, I see the light for the first time.
He's back—and suddenly, it turns off. My lips are about to spread. Instantly, someone behind me covers my mouth. "UM!!" I cringe and scream as hard as I can as he drags me out of the way. It's a man for sure; his strength is powerful.
"HA—" I huff.
He throws me inside the car. Thud! And my head hits the car door. "Fuck!!" I scream. Then he quickly gets inside.
Click. He locks the car door. I can't see him clearly because of the darkness.
Suddenly, he approaches me again.
"You fuck—"
He uses some kind of cloth to cover my mouth.
"Ummm—umm!!!" I scream while he presses his hand harder and harder. His other arm locks around my body as I roll left and right, trying so hard to break free. Then my eyelids grow heavy. "Hmm...um..." then they shut.
"Ha—," I gasp for some air, but my head is totally drowsy; it's heavy as well as my eyelids.
"You awake?" he says.
"Ha..." I gasp and see the dark figure next to me. I try to move my body, but my hands are restrained. I look up; this motherfucker has tied my wrists with the seat belt and fastened them to the assist grip above the car door. "What the—ha."
"You can't get away, princess." The familiar voice starts to remind me of someone."
Princess?
"Vik?" I say his name, and he moves closer to the faint natural light from outside.
It's fucking Vik!
"I'm glad you remember my voice," Vik says.
"What the hell are you trying to do!?" I ask while rolling and twisting, trying to get away from him. Then he grabs both my legs to stop me.
"I love it when you struggle," he says with a vicious smile, gliding both hands down to my ankles and pulling them down.
"Ahh!"
He spreads my legs and slowly leans his body toward me, shifting his position to sit near my private area, between my legs.
"What are you doing?" I ask calmly this time with my blurry eyes.
"I've been patiently waiting for you to wake up so I can make you feel it—while you're completely awake."
Feel what? You jerk!
"You know, every time I see you with him..." He holds his tongue and puts his face beside mine. "When you kiss him." He moves his nose along my neck. "Stick your tongue in his mouth." He sniffs my skin as his face slides toward the middle of my chest. "I feel like—you just want to irritate me," he says as he slides down to my stomach, near my belly button. "Or you're just fucking with me," he whispers as his lips touch my bare skin.
"You've got me wrong," I say, and he looks up. "You're full of yourself, Vik." I glare at him. "I kiss him because I want to kiss him. I stick my tongue in his mouth because I fucking want to."
"Hmph, yeah?" He smirks. "Then did you give him your virginity too?"
I've never seen this kind of reaction from him before. He's fucking scary.
He shows me his tongue, presses it against my stomach, and drags it up beneath my breasts as he looks at me. "Your sweat—is all over your body, even though I turned on the air-conditioning for you, princess."
I stare down at him and my sight is returning.
"Are you fully awake now?" he says.
"Stop," I say, and he strokes my collarbones, moving up to the front of my neck, then flicks my chin upward with his tongue.
"Your sweat tastes... fucking sweet," he says with a fucking smirk on his face.
"What the fuck do you want from me!?" I blurt.
He grabs my cheeks harshly and leans his face toward mine. "Tell me, how was your first time?"
What the fuck? He's crazy.
"Did your amazing boyfriend make you come, princess?" His grip tightens. I say nothing, only glare at him with disgust.
Then he presses his lips against mine while gripping my cheeks.
"UM!!!" I scream through my closed mouth.
I snatch my face away, but he grabs it and kisses me again. This time, he forces his tongue inside my mouth.
He pulls his lips away. "Why don't you answer, huh?" he asks. "Don't fucking be shy—you love it. I can tell." He uses his other hand to touch my waist, gliding it toward the side of my boobs. "You're a little whore princess," he whispers from deep in his throat.
I can feel his lower body pressing against my part. While he keeps staring into my eyes, his fucking smile curls upward. His lower part is getting harder and harder.
"You haven't had sex with him yet!?" His eyes sparkle, shining directly at me. "Oh, fuck—Letizia, you're making me hard again, even though I already jerked myself off," he says. His entire body leans even closer to me. His hand touches my breast and squeezes it. "While you were unconscious," he adds. "Haa—your tits are fucking bigggg. Now I know why he can't keep his hands off you, heh."
"Get off me!! You crazy bastard!!" I yell directly at him as his nose touches mine. "You fucking have Felicia, you idiot!"
He ignores my words as he plays with my breasts and nipples.
"Why are you doing this? For fun!?" I ask angrily.
Then he slides his fingers inside my shorts, pulls them all the way down to my ankles, and throws them away.
I try to kick him, but he grabs my right leg first. Then he grabs both my legs and spreads them apart again. He bends his body down and moves his face below me, between my legs.
"You said it yourself—you wanted me to go down on you," he says. Then he kisses my area through my panties. "Let's see—will it be sweet down here, like your sweat?"
"You fuck! Vik!! Get off me!!"
My yelling doesn't help at all. He grabs my thighs too tightly for them to slip away. He presses his tongue harder and deeper, pushing my panties almost inside the entrance.
"VIK!" I yell his name.
"Heh." He makes a sound, then pulls my panties aside and presses them against my sensitive spot. He licks all my parts, almost the entire pussy as if he's tasting it, then touches it again with his entire tongue. "Fuck—" he says as he grunts.
"Stop, please—VIK," I say as he kisses me and pushes his tongue intently and harshly against the entrance, then up toward the sensitive spot at the top. "Ah..." I cry a little. "VIK! Stop!"
"You—you fucking moan," he says. "And you keep fucking calling my name, Letizia." He presses that spot again and again as if he found my actual spot. "Your clit—you love it, right? You're burning for me," he says softly and tastes the moisture spreading over my area—or maybe it's just his fucking saliva. "Fuck—princess. You taste so fucking good, every fucking part of you," he keeps saying.
"VIK! Ha—I'll beat you to death if you don't get off me!!" I shout.
Crackkkk!!!
All of a sudden, the window cracks, scattering glass in tiny and large pieces.
"Argh!" I cry as someone pulls the car door open, leaving my body hanging. Then someone cuts the seat belt, and my hands are freed. "Ha..." I fall out of the car, push myself up, and quickly get away from the vehicle, but my legs are wobbling. Suddenly, a man walks past me."—ha."
And he's wearing that helmet—that fucking creepy helmet. My creepy savior's helmet.
"WHAT THE FUCK!!!!" Vik screams and tries to get out of the car with his long-handled wooden stick—his precious polo mallet.
The mysterious man approaches him, grabs him by the neck, and pulls him out onto the ground. Vik's mallet falls onto the dirt.
"Who the fuck are you!?" Vik shouts.
Thud! Thud!
The helmeted guy punches Vik in the face twice.
Thud! Then he punches him again. The sound of Vik's face against his fist is so clear and loud.
"FUCK!!" Vik curses at him and pushes at his neck because he can't fucking punch the helmet. His hand would break; he's struggling.
The helmeted guy is about to raise his fist again.
"Stop," I say to him.
He turns his face toward me, and Vik pushes him away. But Vik's strength can't compare to the biker's. Vik pushes him, squirms free, and punches him in the helmet.
"ARGH!! FUCK!!!" He holds his fist and gets up. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?"
"You fucked up. Don't fucking come near me again," I say.
"You fucking know him!?" Vik yells. He's about to come toward me, and the helmeted guy steps between us, but I move faster, raise my fist, and punch Vik in the face.
"I said don't fucking come near me!" I shout.
"F—fuck, heh. I knew your punch would be so fucking sweet." Vik touches his cheek and chuckles deep in his throat.
He still has time to be a jerk.
The helmeted guy steps closer to Vik, and Vik immediately steps back. I turn my back and walk away without my shorts or panties.
"HEY!! Are you gonna leave me here with this freak?" Vik shouts. "Hey! Letizia!"
"Seriously, Vik?" I turn toward him.
"Tell your freak to get away from me!" Vik says, furious and frightened at the same time, while the helmeted guy corners him against his car.
"No, you prick!" I shout back.
"Don't fucking tell me—is he one of your toys?" Vik says.
My thoughts, my reaction, and my anger all pause.
"Does Tytas know?" He's frightened, but his mouth still won't shut, "that you let other guys lick your pussy?"
"Fuck this," I say and walk toward him.
I grab Vik's shirt, drag him out, and punch him again. I grab his mallet, lift it, and swing it into the side of his face.
THUD. Then I swing it into the other side of his face. THUD.
"Ha—ha—ff—" He falls to the ground. "Y—you," he struggles, blood covering his mouth.
Then I place my right foot on his dick.
"FUCK!!!" He screams, and I press down harder. From this angle, I can tell that he can see my vagina, and I don't fucking care anymore.
"You're—cra—ha—zy!!" He tries so hard to scold me.
"Heh, you want to be my toy, right, Vik?" I say to his face while continuing to press my bare foot against his dick. "You keep babbling about what boys do to me, who's after me, and how Tytas touches me. Why? Are you jealous? You're fucking jealous because I chose Tytas, and you lost to him again, right?" I ask, and I'm about to raise the mallet.
His eyes stare directly at me.
"You want to beat him so badly, so you try to beat me," I say again.
And I can feel that his dick is hard. No fucking way.
"You get aroused by this? You like me stepping on you!?" I ask as the helmeted guy comes closer. "Or do you like my foot touching your dick?"
His part is about to burst out of his pants, and the helmeted guy can see it too.
"Who's the freak now?" I say lightly.
"What are you doing?" Vik asks, trying to get up. "Letizia—" He says my name, and I use the mallet to press against his neck and push him back.
"I'm not your princess anymore?" I ask, and he says nothing. "Don't come near me at school or anywhere else. Don't get any fucking closer, and fucking leave me alone."
I speak in a steady voice—not screaming, not even raising my tone.
Then I lift my right foot away from him, and he grabs my ankle.
"Letizia," he says my name as if he's begging.
I jerk my right leg away, raise the mallet, and strike his right hand. THUD.
"ARGHH!!!!!!" he screams loudly. "FUCK!!!!"
"And don't fucking touch me," I say, throwing the mallet away and leaving them. "Now you know my dark side," I murmur.