"Polly want a cracker?" said the man with the blue eyes and high cheek bones. Polly looked up lazily at the cracker that he was waving around just above her face. She was so hungry and so tired, she could barely move. The air was thick with sweat, sex, blood and everything in between. She was glad he was done, she had learned to ignore him when he was on top of her. She learned to pretend she was on the beach again, or shopping with friends. She hadn't learn to ignore the humiliation.
Polly was so hungry that she tried to reach for the cracker, her lips barely touched it before the blue eyed man snatched it away, in sadistic pleasure. He knelt down and stroked her black hair. Her brown roots were showing. Polly had meant to re-dye her hair the day the men had spotted her coming home from the punk show. She wished she hadn't worn the provocative clothing. That was her mistake. She always found a way to mess up something. Now she was in a cold basement barely able to move after being thrown down the stairs and forced to satisfy the two men. She could never imagine being in this situation. It happened to other people, not to her. She was going to beg for the cracker like he wanted her too. Then the sawdust from the basement roof fell in small grains to the cement floor.
Footsteps.
She hated those footsteps, she knew who was coming. She groaned trying to pick herself up, as if she could run. Maybe it was survival instinct, or maybe it was sheer hope that with some stroke of luck would come and she would be saved, but the blue eyed man just pulled her by the hair and slammed her on the ground. Her face touching the cold floor. She shivered when she saw the purple coat. She looked up at him, his make up was fading, and his curly green hair was pushed out of his face. He motioned for the blue eyed man to leave, so the clown could take over. The clown knelt beside her. Dark green eyes met his cold dark ones.
"Awe, what's wrong with my Polly?" he asked in a mock baby tone.
"Hungry." she managed to say after awhile.
He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a box of crackers. How she hated crackers now. She became angry with her mother suddenly, how dare the woman name her something that he could mock her with. He pulled out one cracker and waved it in her face. She lunged for it but he pulled away.
"Not so fast, Polly." he purred. "You have to earn it."
Polly knew how she had to earn it. Every time she earned it, she would have to perform some task. Sometimes it wasn't sex. She shook her head vigorously begging him with her bruised eyes, but he grabbed her by the hair.
"Does ah, Polly want to earn it?" He made her nod her head. Polly felt tears burn her eyes, as she heard him unzip his pants. He slid them half way off to his knees, so she could see his cock. She forgot about her aching sides, and legs she tried to crawl away, but he pulled her by the leg, and rubbed in between her legs. "Polly isn't going to get her treat if she doesn't shut up." She whimpered as she felt him touch her. His touch was like pollution to her. When he did she died a little inside. At least this time she didn't have to feel his skin on her.
She squeezed her eyes praying that everything would stop. She kept back the tears and the squeels she knew he liked that too much. When he was finished she opened her eyes and felt two crackers fall on her head. She greedily grabebd them, tasting the salty dried bread in her dry mouth. She looked up at him, as he zipped his pants back up. He narrowed his cold eyes at her and picked her up by the hair. He flung her naked body into the wall. When she tried to look up he hit her in the stomach. She wrapped her arms around her bruised stomach but she didn't make a sound. She was not going to satisfy his sadistic pleasure, she had to be strong. At least for one more day. He slammed her head against the concrete wall but she still didn't make a sound.
After each blow her resistance grew weak and she finally let out a scream of pain. He finally stopped. He left her to wallow in her bruises and cuts. Tears burned her eyes, and fell into her bare lap. She pushed her black strains away from her face, trying to ignore the pain. She closed her eyes, hearing the buzzing of the lamp, and the ticking of the clock.
It was music to her ears.