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I hated this particular client. No matter how I felt though, I had to get ready and perform. I reminded myself of everyone I was saving from a gruesome demise by following President Snows orders; Annie, my mother and father, my older sister and her husband and their two children.
I tossed President Snow's note into the trash and made my way to my bedroom to get ready. I slapped on lotion that would make my tan skin glow, tugged on lightly faded jeans and slipped a loose button down shirt over my torso. It was sequined gold that I was once told brought out subtle gold tones in my sea-green eyes.
I buttoned my shirt up as I trotted down the stairs of my apartment building to meet the car that would deliver me to my appointment. I wasn't even waiting outside five minutes before the black, non-descript car pulled up along the smooth sidewalk. The driver stepped out and held the backseat door open for me.
"Mr Odair."
I nodded at him as I quickly jumped in. "Thank you."
The driver hopped back behind the wheel and manoeuvred the car into the street. I was thankful the windows were tinted as I settled into the leather seats. I watched Capitol people on the sidewalks as the car drove deeper into the city.
I reluctantly got out of the car when the driver finally pulled the car to a stop on a deserted street alongside a magnificent house. The house was easily twice the size of my house back in Victors Village in District 4. As soon as I shut the car door behind me, the car took off into the night.
I took a deep breath to gather my resolve and then pressed the doorbell. The door swung open immediately like my client had been waiting on the other side for me to arrive. I was surprised to actually see an Avox girl with soft brown hair. She gestured for me to come in and then swiftly closed the door.
I followed her soundlessly through the entrance hall and down a small hallway. We stopped in front of a plain door and she motioned for me to just go in. I nodded and she retreated back down the hallway.
I hesitantly let myself into the room where a man with dark eyes, dirty blonde hair and a strange patterned beard was waiting for me on a bed.
"Ah, Finnick Odair! I've been expecting you," he said with a smirk. He patted the spot next to him on the bed where I reluctantly joined him.
"Sir Reedius Clarke," I purred. It was time to pull my Capitol mask on.
"You look...so enthralling," Reedius purred back as he reached forward and touched my neck. He stroked my chest as he looked my body up and down hungrily.
"As do you," I flirted back with a smirk. I hated this client but of course I wasn't fond of any of my clients. Being forced to be a sex slave for President Snow didn't and never would appeal to me. If President Snow hadn't threatened my family and loved ones, and successfully murdered my little brother as a first and final warning after I refused a male client, I'd never have found myself in this line of work. The memory of my little brother Tor threatened to overwhelm me when Reedius started rubbing between my legs.
"Take off your clothes," Reedius demanded. I slipped off the bed and started shedding my clothes. When I first started I was hesitant to whip off my clothes at a clients demand but now it was just part of my unfortunate situation. Once I was naked, I crawled back onto the bed with Reedius watching me greedily. I noted vaguely that he had shed his shirt but he was still wearing his pants.
Reedius moved until he was on top of me and crashed his lips to mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth. He reached down and started rubbing between my legs again but harder and faster than last time. I kissed him back as I rubbed my hands all over Reedius's chest, eventually reaching lower and lower until I'm rubbing him between his legs through his jeans. Reedius pushed me farther into the bed as he continued to thrust his tongue into my mouth. He pulled back momentarily to shed his jeans and undergarment and then started rubbing his erection against my limp one. He looked down, disappointed.
"Sorry. I had too much wine. Do you have anything to help me out?" I asked with a pouty smile gracing my lips.
"Of course. Just one moment." Reedius pressed one more hard kiss to my lips before heading to his dresser and pulling out a pill and handcuffs.
"I need some assistance too," Reedius explained with a sinister grin when he saw me eyeing the handcuffs. I had had handcuffs used on me before but I always hated the helpless feeling of not having my hands free.
Reedius commanded me to stick out my tongue and then placed the tiny pill on the tip of my tongue. I swallowed and then Reedius pushed me back down on the bed. I let my arms go limp as Reedius dragged my arms above my head and handcuffed me to the metal bed frame.
My head started feeling fuzzy immediately and I realized that it was probably the pill. It obviously wasn't like the pills I had taken before and it didn't feel right. It gave me an erection but my head swam and the edges of my vision were glittery.
Reedius suddenly bit down on my shoulder, making me gasp and to pull on the restraints slightly. My reaction made Reedius more excited as he raised a hand and brought it down hard on my cheek.
"Look at my conquered champion," cooed Reedius, leering down at me. "What are you going to do all tied up?"
Male clients were always the worst. They felt the need to dominate so they took pleasure in rendering me helpless in restraints and then beating on me. Some were gentler with the beatings but a lot of the time they gave it everything they had.
Reedius slapped me again. And then again. He kept going, throwing all his strength behind his hand, but when I refused to cry out, he threw a closed fist into my jaw.
"Ah!" I yelped in pain. The handcuffs and the fuzziness in my head prevented me from retaliating in any way.
Reedius reached down to his discarded pants and pulled his belt from the loops. The leather slid out with ease and Reedius rolled it around his hand until about six inches hung loosely. His hand reared back and then he brought it down to whip me across the chest.
"Ahhh!" I cried out in pain as Reedius brought the belt down on my chest, stomach, and legs over and over again. When my body was thoroughly covered in angry red lines, Reedius tossed the belt back down to the floor.
He grabbed a fistful of my bronze hair to pull my head back and he suddenly turned me onto my stomach with his free hand. He kicked my legs until I was kneeling and then I felt his body pressed against my back as he leaned forward to lick up my neck and cheek. Then there was a white hot pain that I had to scrunch my eyes against.
Twisting and pulling against the metal restraints, my wrists were rubbed raw and started to bleed. Groans of pain escaped my lips as I tried with all my might to control the impulse to throw Reedius off. The drugs successfully blurred my vision and made my muscles feel shaky and weak.
I tried to think of something good and beautiful, like Annie, to take my mind off the pain as Reedius slammed himself into me with so much force that I felt myself start to bleed. I wailed in pain as he continued to shove himself into me, drag himself out and then slam back into me.
Reedius finally slowed and then drew himself out. I watched from the corner of my eye as he reached down to a drawer and pulled something large out. Reedius grasped my hips and flipped me back onto my back. I tried to stifle my yelp of pain when I put pressure on my rear.
"Open your mouth," Reedius ordered as he shoved a plastic play toy down my throat without waiting for me to open my lips. I choked on the large toy and gagged as it hit the back of my throat. Reedius pulled it out slowly and then rammed it back in.
After he set a steady rhythm for a few minutes, he pushed it against the inside of my cheek and then slapped that side of my face. He kept slapping until my cheek was beet red. Then he pushed the toy as far down my throat as possible and pinched my nose shut with his free hand.
I writhed and squirmed as I tried to escape the asphyxiating hold. I eventually pulled away with enough force to free my nostrils from his pinching hold but Reedius found another hold on my neck. He continued to force the toy in and out and I knew we could both feel the toy in my throat as it pushed against the muscle under Reedius's grasp.
Finally the toy was taken out of my mouth but Reedius's hand continued to grasp my throat until I could feel my eyes roll back in my head. Reedius held on for another second and then he let go. I coughed up a storm as I gasped and tried to inhale a much needed breath.
I thought it was finally over when Reedius sat on my chest and pried my lips apart with his fingers. I closed my eyes and let images of Annie flash through my mind as I laid back and let Reedius rape my mouth. I completely blocked out the feeling of his member against my tongue and the grunts of pleasure coming from his lips as I dreamed up the perfect scenario for me and Annie's reunion.
Eventually he took himself out of my mouth, flipped me over again and forced himself back into me. I was silently thankful that he didn't let himself finish in my mouth.
Two hours had passed when Reedius finished raping me and beating me with his belt, a whip and a cane that he had had for some reason. I lay beneath him as he sneered down at me, bruised, bloody and swollen.
"You may go," said Reedius, dismissing me as he reached forward to unlock my handcuffs. Once my wrists were free, Reedius slipped his clothes back on and simply walked out of the room.
It took me a moment to realize it was over and I was allowed to leave. I smothered my cries of pain as I stood up and reached for my clothes. Putting on my clothes on proved to be especially strenuous as I tried to slip on my jeans as gingerly as possible. The rough material chaffed and stung my raw skin. My vision was blurred and the room spun from the drugs and I tripped numerous times as I left the room.
The Avox girl was waiting in the hallway for me and shock crossed her face when she saw me. I was in the worst shape I have ever been in. She didn't try to help me though as she led me back outside.
Once the front door was closed behind me, I was almost angry that the car wasn't here yet to take me back to the relative safety of my apartment. I brushed blood out of my eye that was dripping from a gash on my forehead as I stumbled my way along the sidewalk. I felt queasy and it took all my effort not to spew on the pavement.
A few minutes later, I couldn't hold myself up anymore and staggered into an alley. I finally couldn't control my stomach and I vomited the contents of my stomach near a trash bin. I dragged myself to the opening of the alley and fell to the ground. Hopefully someone would see me and take pity on the famous Finnick Odair. I scoffed at my nickname. I wasn't famous; I was just a sex slave.
A headache throbbed in my temples and everything was an abstract blur. I moaned as my gut clenched, like I was about to vomit again. Luckily the pang left.
The blurry vision of the alley seemed to spin even faster in front of me and my vision dimmed darker and darker. I thought I saw a slender figure in the opening of the alley and I prayed it was my car driver but I didn't have the energy to utter a word before I blacked out.