Chapter Six
Your future needs you. Your past doesn’t
~ M.R.
Flora
The chair rattles me awake. My heart pounds in my chest so hard I can hear it in my head. With wide eyes I scan the area and see I’m being dragged away from Benita. The metal of the chair scrapes against the concrete and I’m being tilted backwards as it moves. “No, no!” I scream, completely unsure of what’s going to happen, but I know one thing, whatever’s about to happen . . . it won’t be good.
“Screaming won’t save you,” the pain bringer tells me. I’m stuck wondering if he enjoys this, if his favorite part of his job is trying to break me and my cousin. Though, Benita only has to watch. She could’ve said something by now—anything, but she hasn’t, and at this point I’m doubting if she will. It angers me so much, that she’s willing to save the man who didn’t even warn us of his plans, and instead she’ll let the woman she viewed as a sister to suffer endlessly.
I jolt out of bed with my hand on my chest, my chest rises and falls in an endless need to feel safe. Even though I know it was nothing but a dream, my body doesn’t have the same reaction. Sweat beads on my forehead and my eyes search my bedroom, verifying no one is here with me, that the pain bringer won’t be dragging me out by my hair and having his way with me.
I rub my hand over my chest, trying to calm myself. It’s one of the only ways I can soothe myself, something I learned on the internet actually. After getting to Puerto Rico, Benita and I started getting into the porn industry because it paid well and it’s not like they did any background checks, needed a physical address or any of the required information you might have with other jobs. After a couple days I was able to get a phone and looked for resources online since I was barely getting any sleep. Any time I shut my eyes I saw his face, and every time I was able to fall asleep it turned into a nightmare. He plagued my dreams for ages, and while it’s sporadic that he enters them these days, it isn’t impossible.
“It was only a dream. You are safe,” I whisper to myself, yanking the lilac colored duvet back up. As I do I tilt over a bit to get some of the cover out from under my ass, but as I do an aching pain strikes through me, reminding me of what I did last night. Or rather, who.
I still have a hard time believing Needles was the man who starred in the movie with King and I, but what’s even harder to believe is the fact I felt something between us last night. He’s loud, arrogant, and an overall asshole . . . but the way he rammed his cock into my body last night like he owned it . . . it was . . . hotter than I can describe. Sure, King has fucked me numerous times. But, never has he fucked me like that. King basically uses me as a human Fleshlight, but not Needles . . . it was totally different with him. Different enough that I selfishly hope we film another scene together. If the man doesn’t open his mouth we get along just fine.
I turn and reach for my phone on my bedside table, pick it up and as the screen brightens up, I see it’s a little past six in the morning. I don’t usually wake up until around seven-thirty, but what the hell, it can’t hurt to get an early start on the day.
Pulling back the duvet I throw my legs over the side of the bed and stand up. Pulling my arms above my head I stretch and head to the bathroom that connects to my bedroom. I walk over to the shower and turn it on, scorching hot, just the way I like it. I’ll wait a few minutes and then I’ll hop in.
Heading over to the vanity, I pick up my brush and pull it through my thick, long black hair. My eyes are bloodshot, showing the lack of restful sleep the night brought upon me. With any luck, a hot shower will do me some good.
Water hitting the tile in the background takes my mind back to a place that I never wanted to go, and before I realize what’s happening, I’m on the floor, struggling to breathe. It feels like the walls are closing in around me. The sound of the water set me off, a sound I’ve heard thousands of times, but nonetheless a reminder of the trauma I’ve been through.
I picture the hose on the ground, remembering the way the pain bringer would put his finger over my nose so I couldn’t take in a breath. He’d shove it in my mouth and close his hand over it, so I couldn’t spit it out easily. I remember the way my body would naturally go into panic mode, how I’d thrash against him, coughing with only a bit of water able to get out of my mouth. But more than that, I’d remember him yanking the hose out and the way my body would shake as I coughed up the water, he was so intently trying to fill my lungs with.
The pain bringer brought me pain, that’s a fact, but I sometimes really believe the person responsible for my suffering is someone I love—Benita.
She had the power to end it all.
She knew where he would’ve been.
And yet she didn’t say a damn thing. I’ve tried to put our past behind us, but there are times like this where it creeps up out of nowhere.
Chapter Seven
Shut up and drink
~ Unknown
Needles
“I’m halfway through the edits now and fuck if that isn’t the best movie you’ve shot,” Sly tells King.
I lift my eyebrows up and listen to their conversation from the metal chair I’m sitting on in our clubhouse. King chuckles and wipes his hand over his face in amusement. “So, I guess this is you finally admitting you like my dick.”
“Dude, what the actual fuck!? I’m talkin’ about the shit between him and Flora.” Sly points over to me. I get up from the chair and walk over to where they’re standing.
“Care to elaborate?” I question, crossing my arms over my chest.
Sly narrows his eyes in on me. “You and that girl have some intense sexual chemistry. I’ve edited every single video here, every single one that’s been uploaded online. And never, not once have I seen shit like I did this morning.”
“Cute joke,” I mutter with a laugh.
“I’m not jokin’, brother. She looked at you like she wanted to fuck and slap you at the same time,” Sly adds.
“Isn’t that Flora’s personality in general?” I cackle, knowing she’s gotten into a couple catfights here at the club. Most of the time it’s her and Jugs getting into it. Something about their personalities just don’t mesh. They were getting along fine at first but since we’ve been in Delaware, they’re at two opposite sides of the spectrum. No matter what, we just try to keep them separated. It’s not too difficult since Flora is a porn star and Jugs is a clubwhore.
“Yeah, for the most part.” King chuckles alongside me.
“I can assure you, there’s nothin’ else to that movie besides some good acting.” I won’t even lie about it, dominating the bitch who always has something smart to say felt really good. I’m still on a high from it, from the way her eyes would expand when I pounded into her pussy, and the way her walls tightened around me like a snake does to its prey.
Sly shakes his head and huffs, “Yeah, well, you could’ve fooled me.”