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Chapter 3- Thank You
"S-sex slave?" I stuttered. "That can't be right, I'm n-not a sex slave. I'm not. I'm not!" I protested.
"Shh," Ms. Lopez said, crawling on top of me so our naked bodies were pressing together. I closed my eyes for a second, trying to calm myself down. Why did it feel so good? But no! I wasn't a sex slave. I would never let Ms. Lopez touch me inappropriately. It had been ages since I had been intimate with someone and I couldn't deny that it did feel good to feel another body against mine. However wrong it was.
"Please, I can't do this," I begged. I hoped Ms. Lopez would listen to me. "I can be anything you want me to be, but not this," I tried to reason. "I could be a cleaner, I could wash everything for you, do the dishes, anything you want."
Ms. Lopez leaned down and licked my ear. "I want you to fuck me," she whispered seductively.
"I-I can entertain you, I can tell you jokes or if you wanted to, I could worship you or something," I said, just saying anything.
"Baby," Ms. Lopez whined, continuing to tease me. "You are entertaining me, and I'd love for you to worship my body. I bet you're good at licking pussy, huh?" She said.
I gulped. No, I wasn't good at...pussy licking, whatever you call it. I had experimented with girls when I was drunk, but I could hardly remember that. I can't remember doing much to them. I was always the one get pleasured. All I would do is spread my legs. I couldn't pleasure Ms. Lopez!
"Maybe someone else could do that for you," I said.
Ms. Lopez growled. Her hand trailed down my body and cupped my center. I gasped at her touch. Without warning, Ms. Lopez plunged two fingers inside of me, causing me to scream out a load of curse words. Ms. Lopez giggled at me. She then rocked her body against mine, looking for friction. I lay on the bed with my eyes closed, not able to move. It wasn't right what she was doing to me. I wanted her to stop.
"Touch me," Ms. Lopez begged. I still didn't move. I refused to move. Ms. Lopez reached for my hand and lifted her body so I could slip my fingers inside of her. "Fuck me, I know you want to." She said.
"I don't want to," I whispered, my fingers still not moving inside of the older woman.
"FUCK ME!" The woman shouted, startling me. Tears formed in my eyes, I was so scared.
"Please, lets stop," I begged, unable to prevent the tears from streaming down my face. "I'll do anything Ms. Lopez, b-but not this. I don't want us to do this. I'm not that type of person," I said.
"You're whatever I want you to be!" Ms. Lopez shouted. "Fuck me, or you'll regret it," she said.
I still refused to have sex with her. I didn't want to be a sex slave. "I'm sorry Ms. Lopez, but I'm not having sex with you, I just can't have sex with you," I cried, hoping she would understand.
Her face hardened. I could tell immediately that she was pissed off. Ms. Lopez slipped her fingers out of me and licked them clean. She then stood up and walked over to the dressing table. I watched her carefully, wondering what her next move would be. I expected her to hit me or something. That would be my punishment. Ms. Lopez grabbed something which looked like a phone. Yes, it was a phone. She dialled a number and I heard it ring. Her eyes never left mine.
Someone answered the phone, and Ms. Lopez spoke. "Yeah, it's me," she said. "Kill that old cunt, this ones refusing to co-operate."
My eyes widened. For a moment I had forgotten about Mr. Banks. Ms. Lopez had just ordered that man to kill him. That's what happens when I refuse. I regret it now, I take it all back. I didn't want Mr. Banks to die!
"Please don't do this," I begged, crawling off the bed and running over to the woman. "I'll have sex with you, just please don't hurt Mr. Banks!" I cried.
Ms. Lopez raised her eyebrows. "Oh?" She said. "Now you want to have sex with me. You refused not even a minute ago!" She exclaimed.
"I was wrong, what I said wasn't true. I do want to have sex with you. I will have sex with you. Just don't hurt Mr. Banks. Call off the attack." I pleaded.
Ms. Lopez held the phone back to her ear. I was thankful for what she was doing. "On second thoughts, leave the man alone. Me and my slave have come to some sort of arrangement." She said to the man.
"Thank you," I said quickly, able to breathe again.
Ms. Lopez hung up the phone. I watched as she started to put her clothes back on. "I'm not in the mood to have sex with you anymore," she said, much to my delight. Once she was fully clothed, she spoke again. "Tomorrow you will come back up here, and we will have sex."
Oh no.
"If you refuse to have sex with me again, Mr. Banks will die, do you understand?" She said. I reluctantly nodded my head. "Good. You're my sex slave, remember that. Whatever I want, I get. Don't underestimate me. If I want to be pleasured, you will pleasure me. Even if it's 10 times a day."
"I understand," I nodded.
"Johnson!" Ms. Lopez shouted. Seconds later I heard footsteps stomping up the stairs. Johnson appeared to be a little out of breath when he entered the room.
"Yes? He asked, panting.
"Take my slave back down to the basement. I trust you have cleaned up the mess?" She asked. Johnson nodded his head. "Good. Feed her and then get out of my sight. Tomorrow she will be brought back up here, and she will fulfil my needs."
"Of course," Johnson said before grabbing me by the arm and dragging me out of the bedroom. Johnson was being rough with me, I nearly fell down the stairs at one point. I was glad that me and Ms. Lopez didn't have sex. But I knew it would happen eventually.
Ms. Lopez wanted us to be intimate, and I knew I couldn't refuse her again.
It was late, I'm not sure how late, but I knew it was late.
I had slept for over an hour when Johnson had returned me to the basement. I cried myself to sleep. I kept asking myself the same question over and over again. Am I a bad person? I assumed I must have been. That was the only explanation. I no longer had a life. Sure, I moaned about the life I had when I worked at The Winston Hotel, but I was still living. The fate I was given was excruciation. I didn't know what to expect. I sat in the basement and wondered what would happen next. Nothing surprised me, nothing at all.
I knew Ms. Lopez was sleeping, I knew this because I could no longer hear her pacing back and forth. I could no longer feel the dust from up above landing on my head. It was silent. The house was silent.
I wanted to sleep but I couldn't. I knew if I slept, I would wake up to the sight of Ms. Lopez. Or even worse, Johnson. I knew one of them would make me cry, they were good at that. My crying seemed to amuse them. That was something I could never understand. They were something different. It was as if they didn't have a heart. My misery amused them.
The chains around my ankles hurt. My feet ached and no matter how much I tried to ignore the pain, I couldn't. I also wanted to turn the light switch on, no one was around, they would never know. But I was scared, just in case they found out. Still, I didn't want to sit in darkness forever. I reached behind me and turned the light switch on, it made me feel a little better.
I looked around the basement and thought about the life I once had. I remembered the day I first arrived at The Winston Hotel.
"Take her, just take her, she has already disappointed us enough," my dad said.
We were stood in the lobby of a hotel, I think it was called The Winston Hotel. Growing up I had heard a lot about the hotel. My dad's best friend was a manager there. I had never met the man before, but the way my dad spoke of him, I guessed he was nice.
"She's your daughter," the man named Mr. Banks said. "Surely you'll regret this. I don't care what she's done, she's still your flesh and blood."
"She's nothing but a failure to us," my mother said in a harsh tone. I lowered my head. I was embarrassing to them. I knew they didn't want me. They were trying to give me up or something. I just hoped Mr. Banks wouldn't accept me. I wanted to go home. That was all I wanted.
"She dropped out of high school, she's drinking now, why should we keep her?" My dad shouted. "We didn't raise her like this. We didn't want a daughter like this!"
"You should be proud of your daughter," Mr. Banks argued. "She's a good girl, no matter what you think."
"I'm not going to argue with you," my dad said. "Either you take her, or we're going to leave her on the streets. Maybe then she will learn something about responsibility. Maybe she wont be so careless then!"
"Would you really do that?" Mr. Banks asked. "Would you really abandon your daughter?" He raised his eyebrows.
"Yes," my dad said sternly. I was ashamed. Nobody loved me. I made a mistake. A mistake which meant I lost everything.
I looked at Mr. Banks with pleasing eyes. The man shook his head. "Then you don't deserve children," he spat.
"We don't deserve to be treated like crap!" My mother shouted.
Mr. Banks pulled me behind him. "I'll look after the girl," he said after a few moments. "She'll work for me, and I don't know much about her, but I do know this," he paused for a moment. "She's isn't a bad child." He eventually said.
Mr. Banks gave me hope. His words stuck in my mind. For a moment I smiled. Just for a moment.
Home was at the hotel. I knew that.
"Why is your light switched on?!" The screaming voice pulled me away from my thoughts. I looked up to find Ms. Lopez running down the stairs towards me. I was afraid. I didn't want to be hurt. "Answer me!" She demanded.
What could I say? 'I wanted some light'. Ms. Lopez wouldn't accept that. "I-I was just going to write another letter," I lied, looking down at the notebook. "I wanted Mr. Banks to know I was safe. I wanted to tell him how much fun I'm having."
Ms. Lopez raised her eyebrows. "It's 2am, you should be sleeping," the woman said.
I knew it was late. I said so. "A sound woke me up," I lied again.
"What sound?" Ms. Lopez questioned. I was quickly running out of lies. I don't know what to say. It had been quiet for most of the night.
"I don't know," I said to her. "Something just woke me up. I'm sorry for turning the light switch on," I added.
Ms. Lopez frowned. "Hmm okay," she mumbled, running her fingers through her long dark hair. "Get some sleep, you look like shit," she said. Her words didn't make me feel any better. They made me feel worse.
"Okay," I whispered, not wanting to look the woman in the eye.
Ms. Lopez smirked. "Maybe tomorrow we could take a bath together?" She suggested. God no, please no.
"Maybe," I mumbled. "Goodnight," I said, hoping the woman who had ruined my life would leave.
Ms. Lopez did eventually leave. I quickly turned the light switch off and lay back down on the floor. It was cold that night, so I made sure to wrap myself up in the blanket. It was only small so I was forced to curl up into a ball. I didn't have anything supporting my head. I hoped one day Ms. Lopez would be kind enough to provide a pillow or something. Anything would do.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep immediately. The sound of movement in the basement woke me up a couple of times, but I managed to convince myself that I, as usual, was alone.
"Breakfast!" Johnson shouted, waking me up. I opened my eyes and sat up, resting my back against the wall. I looked down at the two bowls in front of me. One had water in, and the other had dog food. Johnson laughed at me. "Eat," he ordered.
I scooped some food into my hand, and carefully placed the mush into my mouth. I was almost sick when I felt it going doing my throat. It tasted disgusting. I quickly leaned forward and took a few large gulps of water, desperately trying to get rid of the taste.
"I'd rather starve," I hissed, refusing to eat.
Johnson glared at me, and before I knew it, I felt a sharp pain in my side. Johnson had kicked me again. "Are you disobeying me?" He asked. "Santana wont be very pleased, will she?"
"I-I can't eat that food. It's not right," I cried. "Please don't make me eat it," I begged.
Johnson kicked the food bowl closer to me. "Do you want to die? Is that what you want? Got a death wish or something?" He asked. I shook my head. I didn't want to die, I wanted to live. No matter how bad my life was at that moment. "Then eat your food. I don't care if you don't like it. I'm sure you will get used to the taste. It's the only food you'll ever have," Johnson spat.
I couldn't imagine what it would be like to live off that mush for the rest of my life. I didn't think I could do it.
"It's making me feel sick," I said honestly.
"Shut the fuck up!" Johnson shouted. "Eat! Eat now!"
I closed my eyes and ate the disgusting food. While I was chewing it, I imagined it to be something different. Something delicious which I liked. I remembered what chocolate tasted like, dark melted chocolate, I always loved that. I also imagined other food. It didn't take the disgusting taste away, but it did help.
"That's a good girl," Johnson praised when I had cleared the bowl. I drank a lot of water afterwards, just to try and get the taste out of my mouth. I could still taste it, though. "I bet you liked that, didn't you?" He asked. I didn't reply to the man. I stayed silent. "Answer me!" He ordered.
"Y-yes," I stuttered. I was afraid of Johnson kicking me again. He was a violent man. He didn't mind hurting people.
"I knew you did," he smirked. I lowered my head again. "Well I best be going, lots to do today. Have fun...sitting around," he said.
Fucking bastard, I muttered to myself.
After Johnson had left the basement, I sat with my back against the wall, staring at the dead rat. I wondered how it got there. Surely there must have been a gap in the wall or something, right? Unless it ran through the front door and happened to get into the basement. No, I don't think that's how it got in. A crack in the wall.
While sitting on the floor I contemplated escaping. Every part of me said yes, but there was something else that said no. If I escaped, I would have been free from Ms. Lopez and Johnson. I would have had my life back. But then I thought of Mr. Banks, the man who had been so good to me. If I escaped, he would die. I'd have felt guilty for the rest of my life.
Perhaps there was another way around it. If I escaped in the middle of the night, I could somehow have warned Mr. Banks. He would have went to the police. But then again, there was always someone watching him. They would have figured it out.
I couldn't win. Either way, my actions would have consequences.
"Are you even listening to me?" I heard a voice say. I tore my eyes away from the dead rat, and looked up. It was Ms. Lopez. She was staring at me curiously. Once again I had completely zoned out. I hadn't even acknowledged her presence. I wondered how long she had been standing there. Hopefully not too long.
I didn't answer Ms. Lopez. I sat there frozen.
"Brittany?" She whispered.
I still didn't move. My eyes were focused on her, but I didn't say anything.
Ms. Lopez cleared her throat. "I want you to come upstairs with me," she said.
For the first time in a while, I had finally reacted to what she had said. "What?" I gasped. "Why?"
Ms. Lopez rolled her eyes. "Don't pretend you don't know!" She snapped. "We had this discussion last night. It's time for you to-"
"No," I said quickly.
Ms. Lopez crouched down beside me. "What did you say?" She hissed.
"I-I mean, of course, I'll come up," I corrected myself. I didn't want to do anything with Ms. Lopez, but I couldn't let innocent people be hurt.
Ms. Lopez seemed pleased with my answer. I watched the woman as she pulled a key out of her jeans pocket, picking at the lock on my ankles. A few moments later, my ankles were free, I was able to move. I slowly got to my feet, still feeling rather weak. Ms. Lopez studied me, I don't know what she was looking for, but she was looking. She gestured for me to walk up the stairs first, I don't think she trusted me walking behind her. Just in case I did something.
"Go into the bathroom," Ms. Lopez ordered when we had reached the landing. "Take off your clothes, the bathtub is ready," she added.
I hesitated for a moment before taking off my clothes. I wasn't nervous about Ms. Lopez seeing my body, I was just a little scared about what would happen next. Once I was completely naked, I carefully climbed into the warm water. It made me relax a little bit.
"Sit forward," Ms. Lopez said.
I looked over to the woman, wondering why I had to do that. My eyes widened when Ms. Lopez pulled her top over her head. I watched as she removed her clothing. I gulped when Ms. Lopez stood in front of me completely naked. She did have a nice body. But still, why was she naked? It was at that moment when I realized what was happening. Ms. Lopez was going to take a bath with me. Just like she said she would. The thought made me uncomfortable.
I sat forward in the bathtub so the woman could sit behind me. I figured she didn't trust me enough to let me behind her. A part of me didn't blame her.
My body froze when Ms. Lopez settled in the bathtub. I could feel her legs touching mine. Her breasts brushing over my back. I closed my eyes for a moment, letting everything sink in. I was having a bath with the woman who had kidnapped me and destroyed my life. Yet, for some reason, feeling her breasts against me was a huge turn on.
Does that make me a disturbed person?
"This is nice," Ms. Lopez said, breaking the silence.
I nodded my head, not knowing what to say. I figured it would be best if I kept quiet. I didn't want to upset the woman.
"Lie back," Ms. Lopez whispered in my ear. I was a little bit startled, but I didn't refuse.
I shuffled backwards until I could feel her body against mine. I then lay back, resting my head on her neck. Once again, I was frozen. Ms. Lopez seemed happy with the position, and before I knew it, her arms were wrapped around my body, pulling me even closer.
"Isn't this relaxing," Ms. Lopez whispered in my ear.
"Yeah," I replied.
"I like taking baths, they make me feel calm, relaxed, this just make me feel good," Ms. Lopez told me. "All my worries just slip away when I'm in the bath. Just for a moment, everything is perfect, it's all, bubbles."
"Bubbles," I repeated, not quite understanding.
"I once had a goldfish named bubbles," Ms. Lopez told me. I nodded my head against her. Cool story. "I had him for years, he was a good fish. He was always happy, he was full of life. He used to follow my finger, it was so cute. I miss him."
"What happened to him?" I asked.
"He was a goldfish, what do you think happened to him," she laughed.
"He died," I guessed quietly.
"Nope," Ms. Lopez said. "One day I dropped too much food into his bowl and it killed him. It was tragic really."
"Why did you do that?" I asked. "I thought you loved him?"
"I did love him!" Ms. Lopez snapped quickly. She then took a deep breath and sighed. She paused for a moment before continuing. "Nothing lasts forever. Bubbles was old, very old, and I couldn't stay in that house for too much longer, so I made a decision. I killed him."
"You didn't have to kill him," I said quietly, afraid of the womans reaction.
"I didn't want anyone else looking after him, after all, he was mine," she said.
I gulped after hearing her words. "Just like I am yours?" I questioned.
Ms. Lopez nodded her head. "Exactly, I'm glad you're starting to understand," she laughed. "You'll do well to remember that. You belong to me and no one else. Whatever I say, you do. Wherever I go, you go. Get what I'm saying?"
I nodded my head.
"Good," Ms. Lopez smiled.
"What about Johnson?" I mumbled, hoping to get to know some more about the strange man.
"What about him?" She asked.
I closed my eyes for a moment. "Is he yours?" I asked. "I-I mean, is he like your slave or something? He seems to obey you and-"
"I am his boss," Ms. Lopez said, interrupting me before I could finish my sentence. "He's an idiot, a fool, a piece of shit 90% of the time, but I do trust him. I know he's loyal to me. I know if I did something, he would do his best to cover it up. If I were ever in trouble, he would get me out of the mess. He has my back."
"Can I ask you something else?"
"Sure," Ms. Lopez replied.
"Are you ever going to let me go?" I asked quietly.
Ms. Lopez frowned. "Why would I do that? Have you not been listening to a word I have said!" She shouted. "You're mine, forever. I'm not letting you go."
Those words stuck in my head. 'I'm not letting you go.' I was trapped, there was no way of escaping. No matter what happened, I belonged to Ms. Lopez, always.
"Okay," I whispered, trying not to cry.
"So, I was thinking we could do something together," Ms. Lopez said gently, "perhaps watch a movie or something?"
Ms. Lopez confused the hell out of me. One minute she would be screaming and the next she would be fine. I never really did understand that. I frowned at her idea. Why would she want to watch a movie with me? I wasn't anything to her apart from a sex slave. Wasn't she supposed to torture me or something?
"I hate watching movies alone," Ms. Lopez continued. "It's no fun. I like to spoil the movie for people, just so they know what to expect at the end," she smirked.
"Why would you do that?" I asked.
Ms. Lopez shrugged, running one of her fingers up and down my arm. "Because it's fun."
"It's selfish," I mumbled quietly.
"What did you say, girl?" The woman hissed, hearing my words loud and clear. I shook my head, pretending I didn't say anything. "I'm sick of sitting in here now, I want to go into the bedroom." She added, quickly standing up and grabbing a towel.
I fell backwards, not expecting Ms. Lopez to move so quickly. Luckily I didn't hit my head. I stayed still in the bathtub, unsure of what to do next. Did I have to wait in the bathtub until Ms. Lopez said otherwise? I could have sat in there all night, if it meant I didn't have to do awful, disgusting stuff with the woman who had kidnapped me. Ms. Lopez letting me stay in the bathtub would have been be a kind thing to do, so as expected, she tugged on my arm, gesturing for me to stand up.
"Dry yourself, I'll be waiting in the bedroom, don't take your time," she said.
I briefly glanced at her ass as she walked out of the bathroom. At least Ms. Lopez was hot, that was a good thing.
After drying my body with the towel provided, I left the bathroom and slowly walked into the bedroom, afraid of what I was going to find. My eyes immediately gazed upon the woman lying naked on the bed, her hands gripping on the headboard behind her.
I gulped.
I made my way over to her and stood at the foot of the bed. I was too shy to climb into the bed and start...doing stuff. I figured I'd wait for Ms. Lopez to give me orders, after all I did belong to her, right?
"Don't be nervous," Ms. Lopez said softly.
"I can't help it," I admitted, shaking like an idiot. I wished I were back in the basement, at least I wasn't expected to do anything down there.
"Come over here," she said. I nodded my head and sat down on the bed. I didn't want to get too close. "Well come closer," Ms. Lopez laughed.
I nodded my head again, and scooted my body up the bed until I was in the womans arms. She sighed contently. I froze, feeling extremely uncomfortable. My body wasn't used to strangers, especially not crazy strangers. I thought I was going to have a heart attack when Ms. Lopez touched my breast, it was unexpected and weird.
I felt completely numb.
"Open your legs," Ms. Lopez whispered in my ear. I hesitated for a moment before my body would respond. I wanted to scream out no, but I knew I couldn't risk it. Too much was at stake. I had to protect the people I loved. The people who didn't deserve to die just because I wouldn't open my legs.
I opened my legs, revealing my dry center. I knew I was dry. For what had happened, it would be strange for me to be remotely turned on. That would be sick. That would mean one thing, I was enjoying it. I refused to let myself enjoy it.
"I bet you taste so good," Ms. Lopez said as she crawled down my body, licking her lips when she saw me. "You're going to love tasting me too," she added. So I guessed Ms. Lopez would pleasure me, then I would be forced to pleasure her.
Kill me. Please kill me.
I closed my eyes when I felt her breath on my center. I tried to block her out of mind. I really tried to think of something else, but it was no good. How could I possibly think of anything else when Ms. Lopez was about to eat me out?
"I'm going to make you come," she whispered before sticking her tongue out and running it through my folds.
And so it began.
"I'm sorry, so sorry," I managed to say after a couple of minutes of silence. "I didn't mean to," I added, unable to look the woman in the eye.
I freaked out big time. After feeling her tongue on my center, I just lost it. I squeezed my legs together and trapped her head between. She gasped, shocked and unaware of what I was doing. That made two of us. I then kicked her, quite hard...in the face. It was a reflex I swear. I didn't mean to hurt her, it just happened! I couldn't stop myself. I knew I had ruined everything. Poor Mr. Banks would be dead because of me, and I've never felt more guilty.
I actually felt bad for Ms. Lopez. As I finally looked at her, I noticed her clutching her nose, blood pouring from it. I had caused that. It was all my fault. I expected Ms. Lopez to harm me, to grab a whip from somewhere and scar me for life. I expected a knife in my stomach.
I expected everything but kindness. What did I receive? Two words. Two words I never thought I would hear in a million years.
"It's okay," she whispered.
Those two words completely shocked me. Why did Ms. Lopez say that? I had disobeyed her once again. She wanted sex and I kicked her in the face. How is that okay? Was it a trap or something? Deep down she must have wanted to kill me.
"Ms. Lopez, I don't think I understand," I said quietly. "Did you just say..."
"Yes," she said. "It's okay, you don't need to apologize."
I shook my head, I must have misheard her. "Ms. Lopez, I kicked you in the face and I-"
"Stop calling me that," she begged. Her eyes connected for a brief moment. "Call me Santana," she whispered.
I'm dreaming, I must be dreaming. She's being too nice, something must be wrong.
"I don't understand," I said.
"Johnson!" Ms. Lopez shouted. A few moments later that awful man entered the bedroom. I felt the need to cover myself up, I didn't want him staring at my body again.
"Yes?" He asked, out of breath as always.
Santana stared at the man and removed her hand from her nose, letting the blood pour down her neck. "Is it done? Is everything in place?" She asked.
I wondered what they were talking about. Johnson nodded his head. "It's done," he said. "What happened to you?"
Santana looked straight at me. I suppose I was the one who kicked her in the face, it's only fair that she should blame me. "Brittany refused to have sex with me again. We took a nice bubble bath, and just as I started pleasuring her, she reacted. She wouldn't let me touch her," Santana told him.
"Okay," Johnson said, not sounding the slightest bit interested.
"I wanted us to have sex," Santana continued. "But she didn't want to. It's a shame really, I'm an excellent lover and I know for a fact she would have loved every moment of it. I'm disappointed but I guess it just wasn't meant to be. Tragic really."
Was she high or something?
"Johnson, do me a favour," Santana said. "Get me a clean top out of the closet, and a pair of jeans or something."
"Okay," Johnson replied as he made his way over to the closet, obeying the womans orders. I watched Johnson, feeling too guilty to even look at Santana, every time I did, I was reminded by what I had done to her face.
Johnson walked back over to Santana and handed her a white top and pair of blue jeans. "Thank you," Santana said, throwing them down on the bed. She then looked up at me. "Put them on," she ordered.
I obeyed immediately. I was already on thin ice with the woman. While I changed my clothes, Santana left the bedroom and went into the bathroom to try and stop the bleeding. She then returned and put on a pair of sweat pants and a black hoodie. I wondered what would happen next. I guessed it would be time for me to go back down to the basement. I was a little curious as to why I was wearing these clothes, though. They weren't exactly basement clothes. Even though basement clothes didn't really exist.
"Come with me, Brittany," she ordered. I followed Ms. Lopez out of the bedroom and down the creaky stairs. Back to the basement for me. "I guess it's time for you to go," she said.
"What?" I asked, surprised when I realized we were walking in a different direction. The basement was back there, we heading towards the front door. Oh god, my prayers had been answered.
Wait, this is too good to be true, I thought to myself.
Santana opened the front door and moved to the side so I could get out. I slowly walked out of the front door and stood on the porch, inspecting my surroundings. Just like the house I was in, every other house in the street was boarded up, the place was clearly deserted. I still had no idea where I was. I couldn't tell just by looking around.
"Have a nice life," Santana said, smiling when I turned around to face her.
I wanted to ask questions, but I feared the woman would drag me back into the house. She had been kind to let me go. It was time for me to just walk away and never look back. I walked down the front yard and shivered when the cold hit me. I heard muttering behind me, for a moment I thought Santana was going to put a bullet in the back of my head. I expected that, I really did. My mind told me that it was wrong to walk away. Santana was crazy, she wouldn't let me go that easily, something was clearly wrong. I was missing something.
My questions needed to be answered, I couldn't walk away until I knew the truth. "Why are you letting me go?" I asked.
Santana crossed her arms against her chest. She raised her eyebrows. "Did you want me to keep you?" She asked.
I shook my head, "N-no, of course not," I stuttered. "I just can't believe you're letting me go, it doesn't feel right, especially after what you told me earlier. You know, the whole forever thing," I mumbled.
"You're a pain the ass," Santana said, shrugging her shoulders. "You constantly moan, you refuse to have sex with me, you kick me in the face, why should I keep you?"
"Why are you letting me go?" I asked again. "Why not kill me? I could go to the cops or anything." I hoped I hadn't put any ideas in the womans head.
Santana laughed out loud. I failed to see the joke. "You're not going to go to the cops. I think you're going to walk back into this house." She said.
"Why would I do that?" I asked.
"Because your name is Brittany S. Pierce. You don't speak to your mom and dad. Well, only once or twice a year. You have very little contact with the other members of your family. Uncle Lance always sends you a Christmas card, but you never send him one back. You don't really speak to your family but you still care about them, and you always will care about them," she said.
"How did you know that?" I asked quickly, walking towards the woman.
Santana smirked. "I've been doing my research," she said. "I've also hired some men to watch your family. You see, you could leave here and have a happy life, but you're right, there's a catch."
"What's the catch?" I asked.
"Every day you're away from me, a member of your family will be killed," Santana said, making me eyes widen.
That's insane! She's mad!
"Don't hurt them," I begged.
"Brittany, go and live your life, be happy. Stay with me and you'll be nothing but miserable. Go and leave me. You wont have to have sex with me, you wont be locked in the basement, you will be free." She said.
"But my entire family will be dead!" I shouted, unable to control myself. Santana had crossed a line. She was a monster. I knew what she was doing was too good to be true. I just knew it!
"I wont bother you again," Santana whispered as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "See the world, isn't that what you've always wanted?"
"I want my family alive, that's what I want!" I hissed.
"Stay with me then, and I can promise your family wont be harmed. Leave me, and your family will die, including good old Mr. Banks." She said.
"You're evil!" I shouted. "You're nothing but pure evil. You're doing this because you know I'm forced to stay with you now! Don't cut this bullshit with me, you know for a fact I would never let my family die, this is why you're fucking doing this to me!"
"I want you to think very carefully about this. It's a huge decision after all," Santana said.
"Oh, fuck off!" I shouted, turning my back on the woman. I could feel her laughing behind me. She had won once again.
"Oh, there's one more thing," Santana said. I closed my eyes, not wanting to know whatever she was about to say. I tired to block out her voice, but I couldn't. "If you're going to stay with me, I expect you to follow my rules."
I rolled my eyes. "I guess that means if I stay you expect me to have sex with you?"
"Of course," Santana said. "That's not a problem, is it?" She questioned.
"No," I whispered. "That's not a problem."
"Good," Santana nodded. "Because if it were a problem, I'm afraid I'd have to slam the door on your face and let you go. I have a feeling that isn't what you want."
"You don't have to worry about that," I said, still not facing the woman. "If you want me to fuck you, I'll fuck you. I don't care anymore. You've destroyed me completely, I wont let you take my family down too."
I turned to face the woman. She gulped at my words. "Well then, get back in this house and follow me upstairs. Show me what you can do."
I didn't reply to Santana. Instead, I walked back up the yard and into the house, closing the door behind me. I walked up the creaky stairs, not bothering to look back at the eager woman following. When I reached the bedroom, I ripped off all of my clothes and climbed into the bed. Santana smirked and quickly removed her clothing. She then climbed into the bed and ran her fingers down my body.
"Touch me," Santana begged.
I didn't disobey the woman. I touched her just like she wanted me to. I didn't stop pleasuring her until she was completely worn out. I didn't hold back either, I fucked her rough and hard, not caring whether I was hurting her or not.
She didn't deserve someone to care for her. She didn't deserve anything.
"Thank you," Santana whispered.
"Don't thank me," I hissed. "It's not like I had a choice, you said I had to pleasure you."
Santana pulled the covers over her body. "No," she whispered. "Thank you."
"Is this about me choosing to stay with you? Because like I just said, it's not like I had a choice. I refuse to let my family die. I'm not someone who would do that." I said.
"Thank you," Santana whispered again. The woman pissed me off. I just wanted her to stop thanking me. Why was she saying that?
"Why are you thanking me?" I asked. "I don't fucking understand what you mean!" I shouted.
Santana sighed. "It's late, you should go back downstairs."
I climbed off the bed, annoyed how Santana had ignored my question. The woman never seemed to make any sense. When I got to the door I noticed Johnson was waiting for me. Of course, they still didn't trust me walking about the house.
"Oh, Brittany," Santana shouted, making me turn around. I raised my eyebrows, wondering what she wanted. "There's a pillow in the basement for you. I noticed you didn't have one."
I nodded my head, grateful for not having to rest my head on the cold floor.
"Thank you," she said one more time before I left the bedroom. As I walked down the stairs I heard her muttering the words over and over again. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you..."
Hope you enjoyed. Just read a guest review that wants me to be aware that 'plunging fingers into someone who is unwilling to have sex is considered rape.' Guest reviewer, I understand that very clearly. The first chapter has warnings for a reason. When I wrote in the warnings that this story contains rape, I meant it. Please don't read this story if it makes you uncomfortable.