All Night

The dark room

“I’m sorry. I saw her and took the opportunity. I know it's too early but she was there and it was too easy.“ I say, trying to hold her up. I threw her over my shoulder and she’s totally unconscious, so I need to make sure that she stays on my shoulder and doesn’t fall or hit her head on something. 

She's so weak and fragile that I knocked her out with one move. It was easier than I thought and I’m glad about it because I know that she’s very stubborn. I know girls like her. They are never easy.

He stands up and slowly walks towards us in the suit that fits him perfectly. Like always. He is flawless. He’s smiling. He must be pleased. Well he better be because I did a great job.

He's our Pablo. That's not his real name but we call him like that. Actually we have many different names for him because he never told us his real name. Not even me, although I know him for so long and am his right hand.

He's the biggest, worst and well known pimp you can imagine. He’s also part of a big family that is entangled in mafia business and anything else that crosses your mind. It’s not a surprising because you get born into this. You have no choice than continuing what your ancestors have started. He has money that could buy the whole world. He's literally the Godfather but even better. At least to me. He’s my role model. He’s Batman and I’m Robin.

We're doing the small jobs for him. Dealing drugs, guns, girls, opening clubs, buying cars for him or whatever he needs and other stuff.

He gets closer to her and lifts her chin with his fingers so he can see her better. His smile gets bigger. I’m happy because I pleased him. I did the right thing and he doesn’t even need to tell me to let me know. 

He wanted her and I got her for him. He's been planning this for a long time but he never told me why. It always goes like this. He wants something and tells me what to do and I do it without asking him why. I wasn't planning to meet her there tonight. It was coincidence. A perfect coincidence. I really don't know why she was walking past his club but she had the perfect timing because I was waiting for a customer there. She walked into her own trap and didn’t even know it.

He caresses her cheek and slowly backs off. 

“Good Job.“ he says. I knew he would like it. “I’m proud.“ he adds and I smile for a second before I get myself back together. It always feels nice to hear that from him. 

“Thanks.“ I say while he walks back to his table. His office is huge and amazing. I hope to have one like that one day.

“Take her to one of the dark rooms for now.“ he says and I nod. I obey him. He doesn’t have to repeat himself. I would never let him say things twice and because he knows that he keeps me close. Closer than the others that work for him. He sees me as his son and I see him as my father. Our bond is different. 

I leave his office, through the door which is being guarded by two security guards. He is being protected because he is the head of this all and he’s untouchable. Nobody is allowed to make any mistakes. Nobody is allowed to betray him. Betray him and you get killed because loyalty is the most important thing to him. He can forget about small mistakes but betrayal is equal to death. 

This girls weights like a feather. Maybe even less. She is so light and small that I’m scared she could slip away, so I hold her even tighter. Doesn’t she eat? 

I have to admit that her legs are beautiful and her tony waist made me want to hold her a little while longer earlier... 

she's fine and beautiful. Not the normal type of beautiful like every girl. Her silky, long blonde hair is so long and her brown eyes are so big that she reminds me of a doll. What got me hooked was the way she smells. 

She was really brave but unfortunately it wasn’t enough to escape me. I know that I got her weak. I saw it when she looked at me and I used that opportunity to make her insecure and nervous. It worked. She seemed so scared and intimidated. She was alone and I don’t know the reason for that but I also don’t care. It was perfect. 

I need to stop thinking about her.

I open the door and walk in.

I slowly lay her down on the free bed from the last b***h who we had to kill and realize soft her skin is when her cheek touches mine. Then I back off and leave, without saying a word because that's my job. I don't have anything else to do. I'm doing my job, getting my money, having fun and that's all. I don’t talk too much or do more than I have to. 

Lucille

I slowly open my eyes in pain. I’m so exhausted that I can barely open them. My head feels really heavy and I’m so sleepy. I could sleep for a few more hours. 

Wait. I wasn’t sleeping.

“Lucille.” I hear somebody say my name. This voice… So soft but deep and raspy at the same time. It makes me feel some type of way and I realize that I actually know the voice and this feeling. That’s why I force myself to open my eyes and see him sitting in front of me.

It’s dark but I know that I’m laying on a bed, which is pretty uncomfortable. I sit up and even in the dark I can see that he’s sitting on a chair, right across from me. It takes me a while to let it sink and realize what's actually going on. 

I can't move. My hands and legs are tied. 

I wasn’t sleeping and I wasn’t having nightmares. All the things in the past hours actually happened. I really got kidnapped by the douchebag that didn’t let me go… 

My blood pressure goes up immediately. I’m not sleepy anymore I’m wide awake.

His elbows are leaned on his knees. He’s frowning again. That charismatic and attractive smile is gone and he looks really scary in this light. My head is spinning and I'm confused. Totally irritated and in pain. My wrists and ankles are hurting. So is my head. I look around. We're in a room.

It's not a small room but it's spinning. I can't concentrate on anything in this room right now. I should keep everything I see in mind but I’m way too dizzy. I feel like I'm burning and I'm getting more anxious with every second that passes. 

I don’t know where I am or who he is. I don’t know what he has done to me. I don’t know how far away I am from home and I wish I wouldn’t have left the house. I can only guess what will happen to me and hope that he will have mercy.

I slowly try to sit up..

“What did you do to me?” my raw voice cracks but I don’t care about that. He leans back. “Nothing.” he clenches his jaw. This can’t be happening. Not to me. Thinking about the fact that I was still at home, just a few hours ago and now am at an unknown place, with a stranger, who will probably never let me go, is concerning enough to pass out but I try to stay strong and find out what’s going on.

The last thing I remember is how I was trying to free myself from his grip and that he forced me to get into his car. Apparently I didn’t make it. I couldn’t free myself.

“You punched me.” I remember, totally shocked and disappointed. Why am I even surprised? I’m sure he will do worse things to me and thinking about that makes my eyes water but I don’t want him to see me cry. I don’t want to give him that. 

I lean my head against the uncomfortable headboard. He keeps looking at me, totally emotionless. It scares me. Not being able to predict what his next step could be. Also the fact that we're alone and that I don't know what's going on or what he may has done to me makes it even worse. He probably drugged me and that’s why I’m so dizzy or maybe I’m just too anxious. But I also know that being terrified and having an anxiety attack won’t help me in any way. Nothing and nobody is going to help me. I need to keep calm and make the best out of it, hoping that he will let me go if I cooperate.

“Where are we?” I ask. He doesn’t answer. I take that time to look down at myself. There’s no blood or anything else on me and I guess that’s a good sign but I wish I could pull my skirt down because it's almost showing my panties and that’s embarrassing. Sitting here like this, in front of him is embarrassing. Why am I even laying on a bed and why was he watching me? What if he already has done something to me…? It doesn’t seem like he has touched me like that and that’s really relieving. Maybe he's one of those creeps that take pictures of girls and kill them later on or blackmail them with these? To be honest, I’d be fine with that if he would let me go after that.

A thousand thoughts are running through my head and they’re all making me crazy. All of these are possibilities and thinking about it makes me panic, even though I want to stay calm. He's not speaking and that is so frustrating.

He sees that I’m about to start hyperventilating. 

“Keep calm. I did not touch you.” he says and I take a deep breath. How am I even supposed to trust him? I shouldn’t believe any of his words. He brought me here and he’s not as seductive as he's been before. Not even close to that. Now I can't see anything in his eyes... not even a little thing that could make me hold onto hope. Nothing that could make me believe that everything is going to be fine. Being hopeless will make me weak and I can’t allow myself to be weak because I want to stay strong and go back home. I want to see my family again.

“Are you cold?” he asks, noticing my goosebumps. I swallow and exhale. How did he notice that? It's so dark in here that even I can’t see my own goosebumps. He must've studied me while I was sleeping and his eyes are probably already used to the dark. Luckily it’s not completely dark and there’s a little bit light coming from a very weak lightbulb above us. It’s not enough but it doesn’t make the room pitch black and that’s good. Otherwise I would lose my mind. I'm afraid of the darkness. That’s what I’m afraid of the most. It’s a big issue that started when I was a child. My dad always had to turn off the lamps in my room after I fell asleep or he left the lights on in the hallway and didn’t close my door so enough light would come in. I still have a small lamp on my nightstand. I’m asking myself if I will ever see that lamp again or sleep in my room again…

I shake my head. I don't want to talk to him and I don’t want him to know that I’m cold and uncomfortable. He must already know but he won’t do anything against it.

I try to control my breathing because I don’t want to collapse. 

He brought me here. He punched me. He was watching me, while I was sleeping, that's clear. He's the bad guy. What does he want from me?

“What am I doing here?” I need explanation and I don't even know how to ask or what I should ask for. My voice is shaking. I can’t hide that I’m afraid. Afraid of him and what’s going to happen. I’m even way too afraid to look around because I don’t want to see anything. I don’t want to be here with him. 

“Help me! Somebody help me! Get me out of here!” I scream. I couldn’t hold it in. It was a sudden decision that I made when I noticed that the silence was a good opportunity. It was a mistake. He pulls out a gun and holds it to my head. I hold my breath. Actually I don’t feel like I can breathe. I doubt that he would hesitate to shoot. This is a big reality check. It was a mistake. I need to shut up.

He holds the gun in his hand like it's nothing. As if he has done it already a hundred times. He’s used to it…

He's looking at me, then at the gun and then back at me. It’s a warning. I feel like he will ask me if I have any last words. My hands start shaking. Is he going to kill me? Stupid question. Of course he is.

Let's forget about where I am, why I'm here, who he is or what's going on at all. I don't want to die. I definitely don't want to die. I've never been more terrified but I need to be mature and stay as calm as I can so he doesn’t pull the trigger. I need to survive as long as possible, even though this is not a game. I close my eyes for a really short moment and swallow again.

“I'll give you whatever you want but please don't kill me.” I say, still shaking but trying to play it off. If I have to, I’ll beg. That's the first thing that crosses my mind. I just feel the need to say something because he barely speaks. In these kind of situations I start to talk a lot, although I'm usually a very silent person.

He clenches his jaw. In the light I can see his muscles moving. I have no idea what to do or how to act. All I can do is wait for him to talk. Maybe then I’ll have some clues. It’s probably better if he talks and not me. One word could make him freak out and he could kill me. That’s why I should wait until he speaks. Words mean problems.

He could shoot any second. What is he waiting for and why is he making me wait so long?

“Of course you're going to give me what I want.” his cold voice gives me goosebumps one more time. He leans in and looks right into my eyes. He's so close… It’s stressing me but at least he puts the gun away. 

While I get lost in his eyes he takes that opportunity and suddenly grabs my hair from the back of my head and pulls it. I gasp and try to not scream with the pain that follows his grip. If I scream he’ll probably hurt me even more... 

He stands up and gets me on my knees on the bed. I look up at him because he has no other choice. He makes me look at him by pulling my hair harder. I moan in pain and bite my tongue because I’m scared of making more noises.

“If you scream, I'll kill you. Just do whatever I tell you to do and you’ll be safe.” he says and I feel my tears coming. His rip tightens. I knew it. I knew that obeying would keep me on the safe side. If I have to do it then I will.

“What do you want me to do?” I ask in pain. If my ankles wouldn't be tied, I would kick him so hard in his balls that he wouldn't be able to move. “Don't ask any questions.” he says between his teeth. It annoys him when I speak. I will stay quiet because I need to gain his trust.

“You're going to do what I say and if you don't, I'll do things to you that you can't even think of. Do you understand me?” he asks and a tear rolls down my cheek. I feel weak for crying in front of him but I doubt that he cares about it.

What is he talking about and what does he want me to do? It seems like I don’t need to know. At least not yet. That’s why I only nod. 

He slowly smirks. His smirk is back… I hope that’s a good sign. “Good girl.” I feel his grip loosening and that’s a really relieving feeling. My scalp is still hurting but I’m in worse pain right now. Since my wrists and ankles are tied, I can't keep my balance and fall back down on the bed. Before I can even get used to the pain, he pulls me up and picks me up very roughly to make me stand. My whole body is aching.

“Stop crying.” he says. I didn’t even notice that my tears are already dripping down my chin. My lower lip is shaking and I find the courage to speak. 

“I can’t control it...” I give back, with a shaking voice and he slaps me so hard, out of nowhere, that my cheek starts burning, as if he put it on fire. Nobody ever hurt me like that. Not even Tyler raised his hand at me. Not even my parents. Nobody. He is cruel and violent and there’s nothing I can do about it. 

I look at him, totally disgusted and angry because he can do whatever he wants to me. I've never hated somebody this much. From the first moment on that I saw him, I knew there was something interesting and mysterious about him but I should’ve known that he was trouble. Real trouble and real danger. I wish I would've just walked past him. I wish I wouldn't have talked to him at all. I'm so naive. He got me weak and now I'm here. This is not a movie that will have a Happy End. This is my fault. I realized that when he slapped me.

Everything is my fault. I deserve this. I should've stayed home. I'm asking myself if dad and Tyler already noticed that I left. I'm sure they're not even aware of it and that hurts. I'm not even sure if anybody is ever going to save me from this douchebag. If anyone is every going to miss me and look for me.

He has no heart. No mercy. No feelings. Otherwise he wouldn't hit me. No real man hits a woman. Or a female. In my eyes he’s a piece of s**t. Dirt. Nothing more. I hate him and I should spit on his face but I'm afraid that he'll hurt me more. I’m not better than him. I’m a coward.

I need to be careful and I can't allow myself any mistakes but at the same time I know I can't be weak. I can't let him do this to me because when I get out of here I want to be proud of myself for being so strong. Especially because he’s unfair. He needs to talk to me. He's the only one here and I don't know what's behind that one door. He’s the only one I can hold onto. No matter how ridiculous it seems.