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Chapter 7

"Sam ,where are you going?"

"Since when you turned to my mother?" Sam asked annoyed with a bored expression on her face.

"Can't I be curious?"

"…I m going to my lawyer. I will probably be back in two or three hours."

Freddie's expression changed from curiosity to confusion. "It's like 11.00pm , isn't it late? Do you want me to drive you there?"

"No."

"But-"

"No."

Sam left the apartment quickly. She didn't like when Freddie was questioning her about the 'lawyer theme' .She wanted to tell it to somebody so badly. She wanted to make this strange feeling of fear and disgust to disappear. Benson seemed the best person to tell about the blow jobs she gave to this fucker to take her money , but she was afraid that he wasn't going to believe her or show how much he didn't care about her. He didn't showed any kind of affection since that night so it was obvious that for him it was only a stupid one-night-stand. When she was already next to Navy's house she opened her bag , took out a small , black devise and put it on top of the bag. She took a small breath and entered the building.

She knocked on the door and after a few seconds the door opened widely. There stood Lawyer Navy who was wearing only a bathrobe.

Ugh! That sucker wore that shit on himself to make me even more uncomfortable? Bastard!

"Hello Samantha , how are you? Come inside. Make yourself comfortable." He said always wearing that stupid smirk on his face.

He is so sure of himself or something?

She followed Navy to his bedroom. It was the first time she was in his house and to tell the truth she was scared. She kept telling herself that it was another stupid blow job but it wasn't the same. There was anyone around. Not his secretary , not another client. Alone. He took her by the hand and led her to the bed. There was no doubt what services Sam was expected to perform.

"Tell me what do you need money for this time. More computer accessories?"

"Food." She said.

"Of course , how stupid of me. You missed our last meetin." He placed his hand under her chin and lifted her face so their eyes met. "How are you?"

She shrugged.

"Have you thought about what I said last time?"

"About what?" The memories of their last encounter ,two weeks ago, came into her head again.

She was on her knees again. The lawyers penis right in front of her face. Her eyes were closed. She was more than disgusted with what she was doing. But she was doing it. Because she needed those money. She had to eat. She couldn't borrow from Freddie all the time… Freddie. She wished he could help her somehow.

She felt his hands on her breast. He was squeezing them and made Sam flinch in pain. He wasn't gentle at all. "Come on bitch! Suck it if you want those money." He always said the same phrase. It seems that it was that phrase which made Sam do this. She felt more pain in her breast part and opened her mouth. She felt sick. She wanted to throw up on him. She didn't want to be there. She felt his hand on the back of her head making her swallow more of his member. After ,as it seemed for Sam, a lot of time , Navy came to an end. Sam wanted to pull away so his sperm wouldn't hit her but his hands were still on her head. She tried hard to pull but she didn't succeeded and he came in her mouth. She wasn't allowed to spit it or to wipe her face. After that , he drove her to Freddie's apartment , which she assumed was her house. While they were in the car and Sam fought with the desire to puke because of the taste in her mouth Navy spoke.

"I want us to be good friends Samantha. I want us to help each other when we need it. Trust me , we are going to be very good with each other's company. Just come to me more often. I will help you with your problems and you will help me with mine."

Sam didn't say anything. She waited to see Freddie's apartment. As they were approaching it Navy's voice was heard again.

"Think about it , Samantha. I will wait for your call."

"Samantha , don't act any more stupid that you are. I want us to be good friends and be nice to each other. I want you to be nice to me and I will help you."

She said nothing again. Lawyer Navy resisted the impulse to give her a slap , to put some life into her.

"Did you like our grown up games from the last meeting?"

"No."

He raised his eyebrows.

"Samantha , don't be foolish."

"I need money to buy food."

"But that's what we talked about the last time. If you re nice to me , I will be nice to you. But if you're just going to cause trouble…" His grip on her chin tightened and she twisted away.

"I want my money. What do you want me to do?"

"You know what I want." He grabbed her shoulder and pulled her towards the bed.

"Wait." Sam said hastily. She gave him a resigned look and then nodded curtly. She took off her rucksack and put it on the round table which was right in front of the bed. She took several hesitant steps towards the bed but she stopped as if she saw a ghost. Navy came closer.

"Wait." She said once again , in a tone as if to say that she was trying to talk sense to him. "I don't want to suck your dick every time I need money."

The expression on Navy's face suddenly changed. He slapped her hard. Sam opened her eyes wide , but before she could react , he grabbed her by the shoulder and threw her on the bed. The violence caught her by surprise. When she tried to turn over, he pressed her down on the bed. Like the time before she was no much for him in terms of physical strength. Her only chance of fighting back was if she could hurt him by scratching his eyes or using some sort of weapon. But her planned scenario had already gone to hell. Shit ,she thought when he ripped up her black T-shirt. She realized with terrifying clarity that she was out of her depth.

She heard him open the dresser drawer next to the bed and caught the clanking sound of metal. At first she didn't understand what was happening. Then she saw the handcuffs close around her wrist. He pulled up her arm, placed the handcuffs around one of the bedposts and locked her other hand. It didn't take him long to pull off the sneakers and her jeans. Then he took off her boxers and held them in his hand.

"You have to learn to trust me , Samantha." He said "I'm going to teach you how to this grown up game is played. If you don't treat me well , you have to be punished. When you re nice to me , we will be friends."

He sat on top of her again.

"So , you don't like anal sex , right?"

Sam opened her mouth to scream. He grabbed her by the hair and stuffed the boxers into her mouth. She felt him putting something around her ankles , spread her legs apart and tie them so that she was lying there completely vulnerable. She heard him moving around the room but she couldn't see through the T-shirt around her face. It took him several minutes. She could hardly breath. Then she felt an afflictive pain as he forced something up her anus.

Freddie was completely stressed out. He was worried for that girl no matter what she did but now the situation was beyond stressful. What was she going to do at her lawyer at 11.00pm? And why she wasn't at his house now? It was already after 3.30am. Something must have happened to her. She didn't answer her phone and except that , she acted weird when she told him she was going there. The ring of his phone snapped him out of his thoughts. He rushed to his Blackberry and answered it without second thought.

"Sam! Where the hell are you? I so fuckin worried abou- Carly?… You don't need to know ,at least not now… No , you listen to me , stay in California I have work… I don't know , I m confused , forget about me , at least for now , ok?… I have to go Carlotta , see ya."

It wasn't her. Freddie still didn't know what was happening with Sam. Without hesitation he grabbed his jacket and made his way out of his apartment.

Sam was allowed to put on her clothes. It was 4.00am on Saturday morning. She picked up her hoodie and rucksack and hobbled to the front door , where Navy was waiting for her showered and neatly dressed. He gave her a cheque for 700 dollars.

"I'll drive you home." He said and opened the door. She crossed the threshold , out of the apartment and turned to face him. Her body looked fragile and her face was swollen from crying and he almost recoiled when he met her eyes. Never in his life had he seen such naked , bright hatred.

"No." she said , so quietly that he barely heard the world. "I can get home on my own."

He put his hand on her shoulder.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded. His grip on her shoulder tightened.

"Remember what we agreed. You will come back here next Saturday."

She nodded again. Cowed . He let her go.


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