With a long, weary sigh, Elena leaned her forehead against the cool glass of the car window, eyes trailing over the passing blur of headlights and hurried lives. The world outside moved fast, vibrant…full of purpose. Unlike hers.
For the past three years, this has basically been her life.
Her heart clenched painfully as the haunting image of her parents drifted back like a shadow she couldn't shake. She blinked slowly, lashes trembling, trying…begging…her mind to forget. But the memories of them kept on pooling inside her head. No matter how many years had passed, she could still remember their death like it was yesterday.
Her mother had died bringing her into this world. And her father….her soul ached at the thought. She had been so young when he passed. Naive enough to believe that things were going to be okay...that doctors could make things better.
But they didn't! They chose her instead. They let him go—to keep her breathing. Just like they had let her mother go.
Her jaw clenched as her eyes fluttered shut, a sharp sting burning behind her lids. At least, the pain didn't come in waves anymore. It lived in her now…quiet, cold, constant.
"Ma'am!" The chauffeur's voice broke through, snapping her out of her daze. "We're here." He told her and she took a deep breath before peeling her eyes open to see they were already in the school premises.
Nodding stiffly, she gathered her things and stepped out, her gray sneakers crunching softly against the carpet of yellow leaves.
"Have a nice day ma'am." The chauffeur offered gently.
She gave a small nod, the wind lifting strands of her dark hair as she shut the door and slipped in her earbuds. No words. Just silence and the slow, aching lyrics of 'Happy' by NF filling her ears.
*
The game room reeked of dust, stale air and the faint sting of cheap cologne…a forgotten corner of the rec center where no one bothered to check anymore.
The neon lights from the pinball machine flickered in erratic red and blue, casting jittering shadows over tangled limbs. Their breaths came hard and ragged, mingling with the loud thuds of their movements....
"Yes! Yes daddy! Ah! Oh yes, daddy! Hmm…." Tiff moaned in sheer pleasure as Damien ravaged her from behind. Every glance, every brush of his finger made her pulse race….
"Ahhh…" Her fingers dug into the pinball machine and her eyes rolled to her skull as euphoria washed over her.
However, while she was lost in the moment, Damien's expression was darkened with dissatisfaction.
He leaned in slowly, intent on making the moment magical for himself. His voice barely a whisper…calculating and commanding. "Can I…be a lil rough, Tiff?"
His breaths sent shiver down her spine and she bit her lip in ecstasy. "Yes..." She screamed. "Do me the way you want, daddy.." The words carelessly left her lips as his huge d**k plunged in from her behind.
Something dangerous glimmered in Damien's eyes as the words tumbled from her lips. The air thickened around him, and a sly, wicked grin crept to his lips. "Your wish is my command, madame."
His long fingers traced her tanned neck and dug itself into it, pulling her flush against him, and just like that, as if under a spell, his rhythmic pounds shifted—harder, darker and more violent.
'Paa...' His other hand spanked her ass so hard, inducing a cry coated in the mixture of pain and pleasure from her throat.
"Mmmmmmmm..." A low grunt escaped him as waves of ecstasy consumed him. His grip around her neck had tightened just enough to blur the line between pleasure and fear. The sting from his repeated slaps has left her ass flushed, glowing red like a tomato.
"Damien..it hurts!" Tiff cried, trying to break free from the terror she was feeling.
But the look in his were distant…like he wasn't there anymore.
"Ahhhhh..." Another low grumbled moan escaped his lips as he hammered into her even more aggressively and she thrashed against him, using every ounce of her strength, but it was useless…his grip was unrelenting.
"I can't...can't breath. Dam...Damien, I can't breath." Her voice came out in gasps cracking under the weight of panic.
"Ahh..." His hand struck her ass even more harder and sharper...it was as if he was slowly becoming a beast and this was only the begining.
"Stop! Please…Stop! Please someone help!" Her voice trembled with intense fear as she tried scurrying off, knocking a vase to the floor with a loud crash.
However, instead of backing off, Damien's grip only tightened, his hand firm around her throat, causing her to choke.
"I...I...can't…I..." Her voice faltered, breath growing shallow, vision fading at the edges. Her heart pounded once…twice…and then everything began to blur. "Dam…"
'Bang..!'
The door burst open, slamming against the wall with force, and immediately Damien was yanked out of his dark trance. His fingers recoiled from her flushed neck as several men in security uniforms storm into the room.
He hastily shove his d**k from her, zipping up his pants and stepping back, giving them space to carry our their normal routine.
"Slam the damn cuffs on this sick bastard!" A woman's voice roared, think with fury.
*
Damien sat in the interrogation room, his arms folded tightly in front of him. His eyes fixed on the celling, as his mind replayed every single moments from that little rec room….the way she screamed, the sharpness of her resistance.
Each memory sent shivers down his spine. He gasped for air, his body aching for a craving he couldn't quench. Her struggles had ignited a fire throughout him. His d**k had hardened in his trousers, causing groans to escape his lips.
The door swung open, and he was jolted out of his recollection of past actions. Two men stepped inside, followed by the woman he never wanted to see…his mom.
"I'll handle the rest." She whispered and they exchanged nods, before stepping outside.
Damien shifted in his chair, but it was useless…her piercing glare had pinned him in place, making the cramped room feel suffocating.
"How dare you?" Her voice cut through the air like steel as she strode forward, with dominant, measured steps. "How dare you taint the family's name once again?"
"I…" Damien didn't even get to finish before her manicured hand smacked hard against his face.
"Silence!" Her voice snapped like steel, fury dripping from every word. "You should be behind bars, rotting like the scum you are! How could you? I…I thought you were changing. I thought she made you happy…you liked her. But, no! Who am I even kidding? You can never change." She paused, sighing softly. "But, don't worry darling, momma's gonna rip it from your heart and watch it f***ing burn!"
'Isn't that what you've been trying to do all along, and yet you never succeed…' he wanted to say, but instead, he lowered his gaze to the ground.
"I know exactly what to do with you. It's time you learn some proper lessons. You're going Silverlake to stay with your uncle."
"No! Not that tiny town."
"Shut up! I'm not done." Her voice cut through him like steel. "You're starting over…at a completely new school."
"What?"
Not again.
"And this time..." She paused, a sinister smile hanging in her red lips. "You'll be just another regular student." She added, causing his eyes to widen in shock. "A nobody….A commoner!"
"Uh?"
"You heard me."
"Y_You can't. You can't do that to me."
"Oh, but I can. I can do anything I want with you. No credit cards, no cars...nothing, but that miserable little self of yours. And please try messing this up again, and I promise you, there won't be next time for you." With that, she turned and walked away, her threat lingering in the air like smoke.
Shit!
I'm completely whipped!