Pose For Me

Flash

'If you were in her skin, would you have taken a bite out the apple as well'?

Another brutal day of hard chores, racism and poor treatment. Hard to say as a child of only eight I've gotten used to the way I am being treated in the orphanage, when was the last time I have eaten properly? When was the last time I showered? From the way my stomach growls in anger from time to time and the poor stench radiating off my skin I can take a guess I'm probably in the double digits, I dare never look at myself in the bathroom mirrors, for the young lady that stares back at me will have the same face and eyes but I will not know her.

In my basement of cold and rotting smell I lay; eyes on the ceiling that's decorated with cobwebs and dust. The bell has rung, it was time for lineup at the top; adoption. I never get my hopes up anymore but a part of me still participates just to avoid being forgotten. The usual faces of disgust and the whispers are almost tiring but keyword, Usual. I'm lined up all the way at the back of the line head down and arms to myself while they take attendance, the closer they got to me the more insecure I became.

"Analisa" came the attendance raspy voice coated in German background; it wasn't like that earlier however she has made her distaste for me painfully obvious. I can feel her eyes trailing up and down my clothing; ripped gown with patches of what seems to be dark brown coffee stains that was once white in a grimaced expression. Never did she ever go out of her way to lend me aid but rather add on to my burden. Tightening my hands around my waste I can feel everyone's eyes land on me as they await my response. Dry curls drape my eyes as I slowly look up to face the music, classmates are what I called them yet they treat me less than, they cup their noses scooting away from me discreetly while they giggle at my shame.

"Here". I look down quicker than I can look up.

The bells once more resound saving me from any more humiliation, the doors swing open and one by one beautiful families of two to four walk in admiring all the presentable children, none look at me or they stay away from my stench.

I stand in the middle as they scatter around me paying me no mind, a figure moves from the left corner of my eye until I feel its body heat next to my cheek. With a mask on she whispers "You should be ashamed of yourself, coming out here like this. That is why no one wants you" her German tongue makes the insult worse and I fight the tears that threatened to break through.

Even if that was a statement, I heard her real intentions loud and clear. "Excuse me". As I'm about to make my way to the kitchen to do any leftover dishes I feel a pair of eyes burning through the side of my face. Slow my movements became and much aware I am being watched intently, a once over I did swiping my eyes until they land on a pair of brown and hazel ones. There they stood A beautiful brown couple with a AfroCentric features.

The woman's chest length burgundy hair falls like a silk drape landing perfectly on top of her c cup breasts that are stuffed perfectly in her off shoulder aqua top. Big brown eyes like puppies with medium plump lips. Petite little being she almost reached my height. The man next to her was a shade darker almost matching mine completely, large muscles with a trim on his beard and cut hair. Both look at me and only me deeply as their eyes slowly trace every detail of my body from toes to hair.

Their eyes tell me a story. A painful past as though seeing a familiar face they once have lost, a thud in my heart as I witnessed something that I thought in my line I would never see, I watch the young woman look at her partner and back at me as they nod in sync with a blissful smile.

Im wanted.

For the first time in many, many years since the deaths of my parents I felt a flutter in my heart, I thought it was done feeling happiness, but there it was once more beating. A smile was about to emerge when A force suddenly caused all the balance I had in my body blow away, I watch the world twist to the side as I land myself on my palms.

I'm happy I wasn’t carrying any plates or this would have been really bad.

What just happened? I was standing perfectly fine seconds ago.

A shoe clicks next to my ears, oh that's right.

"Clumsy fool, don't get too excited". Loud enough for me to hear and only me.

The professor than stands in front of me, pencil skirt slit open in the back showing off her large calves as she lands her feet right in my view blinding me of the of the family, I watch as she walked over to them completely blinding my view of them.

A look from the other teacher makes me get up quickly running towards the kitchen. Through a creak in the door I watch as the young couple adopts a young boy with much fairer skin than mine looking happily as ever.

Months go by and my life becomes the same old movie that even I can tell what will happen each second.

More abuse and mistreatment and blatant racism it was, no longer was I allowed up when it's time for adoption.

Would I have taken the Apple? Even if I did my life would be nothing but pain as history repeats itself.

Blinking out of that painful past A tear tickles my cheek as it runs down my face slowly, un bounded by the chair but still naked I sat on the concrete floor knees to chest as my arms wraps myself up protectively and in a way to warm my self. I'm freezing and embraced with darkness, a part of me is grateful for it acts like a blanket blinding my eyes of seeing the mess of my body temporarily making my situation feel like a dream.

If I can't see it, it didn't happen.

Silence was my friend but the memories were my enemies, how could this all come to be In matter of Days? I cannot tell the future nor did I know how my future was written, I cannot predict what the author will write next in my life, but what I can say is that they are cruel. No one is too blame but myself, I should have stayed home, I shouldn't have gone out, I shouldn't have brought my family into troubles with me, I took advantage of many things but this one will follow me to my grave and believe me when I say I hope it comes soon.

I wish I could say I can be alone with my thoughts but the rotting corpse next to me of the old women keep me aware. Bringing me in and out of my head from time to time, where was everyone? How long have I been here? The blood of the corpse now sticks to the floor like a second skin, I don't have much in the box like room I'm in and I feel pale and messy.

History indeed repeats itself.

I no longer wished to be free, rather end my suffering quickly. I am clueless, I forgot the outside world. I can only hope The girls and Justin are alright at least give me that clarity and I can die with a smile. Just than a click at the door makes me jump slightly, I didn't realize how much I've gotten used to the darkness until the light from the open door made my pupils dilate painfully, Who could it be? And please don't bring me too much pain.

I don't necessarily have the upper hand to have a say in anything but a part of me wished to remain alive. A thin brunette walks in, maybe it's my lack of vitamin D but she looked almost pale as a ghost. Midnight hair in a bun as she struts in with a dominant aura popping her gum loudly behind her ruby glossed lips, the clinking of her heels brings me PTSD's as she stood directly in front of me hands on her hips as she parted her legs leaning her weight on the left one. Glancing back at me and the body within a second snaps her fingers muttering something in Russian as she kept her eyes on me, two other women walk in with much quicker steps, in gloves and masks and white jackets they head over to the corpse in the ground.

I watch as they both hold the body on either side as if it's lighter than a leaf but turned away to not look at the arm that limped carelessly.

"Mm so he likes vimin vat looks like this eh" her tune lowered to an almost musical amusement, I'm astonished she could withstand the stench in here, I was ready to pass out.

She crouched down to meet me eye to eye once again her face remained calm, never did she cup her nose or seize me up once. An expensive perfume hits me and I'm reminded of Amber for some odd reason.

"The Prince requests you" that name again, but who is that?

"Come ... Zaika" a sudden flame ignited my body as it raced down to p***y, that name, no, I should hate that name.

For the man himself is no laughing matter, he's the reason of my current predicament.

I'm afraid, I can't move I watch as the woman's face go to calm and impatient in a matter of seconds, I watch the flames dance in her eyes before she huffs out a breath through her nose, one second she's human and the next she's a demon. Her hand latched on tightly to the back of my head grabbing a handful of my roots, My whole body reacts freezing in place afraid to not do much movements. I could feel a headache coming on as she squeezed tighter bringing my face closer to hers like I didn't weigh anything at all.

How strong was she?

"I said come" She hissed sharply in my face mint breath traveling through my nostrils.

I'm thrown roughly on the floor in my belly through an unfamiliar door sliding three inches away from her. I'm face to face with Matte black tiles that feel as though I'm touching smooth bricks, the smell of soap and shampoo makes my head whiz up to see a glass doored shower big enough for ten people, interior as well was all black with showered head itself being silver.

Standing up "Make sure to thing of him when your touching yourself in all the sweet places". The sudden urge in my body almost made me lose my composure, the woman's malice eyes stare into mine as watched how my body come to life, for it knows why exactly it's acting the way it is. I couldn't help but look away to a safe zone when I saw a little smile in her face.

She says no more as she signals her head towards my panties slowly, afraid to have her come at me again I turn around quickly hooking my thumbs on the strings of my underwear until I felt a pair of ice cold hands. My body freezes quickly aligning my spine until I was met with a surprise. Soft breasts With erected n*****s as my naked ass met a bush on the left cheeks.

"Why does he like you so much?" Her voice come into my ear, I'm frozen solid shaking from her cold hands that were now trailing up my body slowly. When did she? Before I could finish thinking it she reached my n*****s pinching them with a rough squeeze.

Pulling, tugging and swirling her fingers around the areola, I can feel them sticking out more painfully then before the more she kept going.

"Is this what you want him to do to you"? My head falls parting my mouth as she gave my neck a kiss.

I shouldn't be like this with another woman, but my body refuses to move away.

Her Body pushes into me as we walked towards the shower and my front was slammed roughly onto the glass. Suddenly she pushed into me further squeezing them to the point of almost bursting. The pain. Oh God the pain.

"He has no mercy for women черепаха, he will f**k you to the point of unconsciousness"

I could feel myself drooling at the threats.

"He's been thinking about you a lot" her fingers softly traced behind my back, I could feel her acrylics as she gave my ass a soft pinch distracting me from her real intentions.

"Most women can't walk after seeing him" with that two finger enter me making me cry out a strained grunt, my eyes nearly protrudes from my sockets when she angled her fingers at a real sweet spot inside me.

"Mmm virgin" she jabbed her fingers harder

"He will tear you apart" she begins to whisper huskily as her fingers lose control continuously ramming them in me.

"No women can survive his hunger"

Moans start to escape at the thought of him this whole situation is sickening I feel sick for even thinking of him while getting felt up by a woman.

"You landed your pretty little face right on the Laos of the devil m, and believe me he will have you on your knees taking every inch of him while your covered in blood.

I arch back further, moaning out his name as she starts grinding harshly onto me from behind.

"You want him don't you?" I moan in response

Just the thought of him makes me weak in the knees.

"How bad do you want him?" I'm nearing my edge as I grind back.

"He will take you черепаха, you belong to him now" and before I know it my body expelled a liquid from within, the force of it made my

Eyes cross, shivering my bones like I have tremors.

The woman kept jabbing the numbed area until finally all I felt left was hot foam pooling down my p***y creaming up my sensitive hole.

In a state of delirious I see her come closer to me elegantly deep throating her two fingers with the liquid I just expelled.

"You are free for now черепаха, but he will be coming for you"

I'm too numb to be on edge as I just watch her face and lips.

"You are free for now to go".

Could it really be? I attempted to speak until a she says something that almost made me pass out.

"Your friends are free, go and get back to work like nothing happened, make no mistake we will be seeing a lot more of each other now черепаха"

They . Are . Free . Which means they are alive. I could just run out naked right now, my family is safe.

I could feel the tears brimming, burning my right eye once more, but worth it.

Leaning in she tells me a familiar line and I suddenly felt like I was living in deja vu.

"You wanted him, and now he's Coming"