Another night, another client. Another monster who would throw me against the wall, then laugh as I lay crumpled on the floor, broken and struggling to breathe. But money was money, who am I to object? I have a strong reputation around here. Ill take anything you give me, without a word.
The man grabbed me and pinned me against the wall once more, holding my body a foot above the floor. He was right up in my face now. Had he always been that red or had my concussion really started to do some damage?
"Listen slut, I'm gonna take you hard and fast before my wife comes home, and if you wanna see any money you better keep absolutely silent and let me do what I want. You got that?" The mans crooked teeth meant that he spat his 's' slightly. It was all I could do to not gag as a large globule if saliva landed on my cheek. He growled as I stayed silent, shaking me slightly as he tightened his grip round my neck.
"Answer me you whore!"
I nodded my head with difficulty, still retaining my silence. He roared with anger, turned me around and slammed me against the harsh wood panelling, my nose breaking as my face connected with the solid surface. Blood spurted everywhere, temporarily blinding me as my
employer for the night unzipped his flies, shoving his hard length roughly into my unprepped entrance.
The pain was intense. I shut my eyes and put up my barriers again. I was safe and nothing would hurt me. When I had my barriers up, my angel was there. He was the one behind me instead of the nameless man, kissing my neck and caressing my hips as he slowly pushed into my tender body. He would whisper sweet nothings into my ear as he moved lovingly within me. He would gasp as he felt how tight I was. How hot for him I was. I would moan as he brushed past my sweet spot. I imagined it was him who was forcing into me. That it was him who was ripping me into two, not the monster behind me.
But it wasn't him. It wasn't my saviour. The man, whose name I couldn't even remember at this point, started moving faster and more violently. Blood slowly trickled down my thighs, only to be absorbed by my black skinny jeans. He grabbed my hips tighter, pulling me against him roughly as he released into me with a low moan. He pulled out of me; put himself back inside his trousers before quickly re buttoning himself. I slowly slid down the wall, until I was slumped on the floor. I wouldn't cry. I could never cry.
"See you next week whore" the man sneered, before throwing some dollar bills down on the bed and leaving the room, slamming the door behind him. I groaned as I tried to pull myself to my feet, pain ripping through my body, every cell screaming as they set on fire. I had to clean myself up and get moving. I half hobbled, half dragged myself to the bathroom.
Gingerly, I peeled of my jeans and t-shirt before stepping into the shower. I turned the water to the hottest setting, in a desperate hope that the scalding water would penetrate some of the ice surrounding my numb soul. It didn't. I should know by now that it never does. I lost myself in my mind as the steam swirled around my head creating a dusty haze. My head stayed downcast, watching as the blood and dirt from my body stained the water a muddy pink as it swirled down the plug. How I wished I could clean my insides that easily, I thought wistfully. But I never could. Not anymore. I was tainted, and deserved every ounce of pain that I was given. the problem was, I may deserve it, but how much more could I take?
Sighing, I turned off the shower, before stepping out onto the frigidly cold tiles of the bathroom floor. I quickly toweled myself dry, before shoving my clothes back on and applying a thin layer of eyeliner. I had to be ready, after all, there was still at least 4 hours of work to be done if I was lucky.
Another night, another client.
Not sure of this, do I carry on? Comments would be appreciated :)