Pose For Me

Juvenile

⚠️ disturbing contents ahead ⚠️

⚠️ intense Steam ⚠️

Death may be the greatest, of All human blessings.

It's so .. dark; everything is pitch black around me, the Eerie silence once more puts me on edge yet strangely brings me Peace. Is this the afterlife? Is this my eternal slumber? It's something no human deserved, Loneliness. I'm all alone in this dark Void my breath staggered as I try to examine my empty surroundings, nothing-No left, no right. Strange I've grown up my whole life this way; living in darkness, oblivious to everything I've been taught while I bow my head on command. It's all I could do, it's all I can do, I'm simply just not strong enough not since the day my parents were taken from me. I've lost track; track of every time-day-and night I have cried silently, wishing I could see them again, I miss them so much my father in particular. Large,dark skin man with pepper colored hair, standing with an intimidating height of six- five though the beer belly he sported Shortened him a bit . I never got tired of him looking down at me with those dark orbs of his, it always brought me protection even in his death.

'Trust the process in where you choose to begin in life, Remember you are never alone and it's never too late' that baritone voice of my father would say as his orbs would look at me right in the eye with a genuine glare. Most would be afraid, but never me Not my father, he didn't deserve his fate but I will never question God. I didn't think it was possible even in death, Yet The thought of my father burned my nose as the tears started to blur my vision, I hate the darkness for this very reason, no light, nothing. The pain of my memory made standing too difficult; it's when I tried to sit down I noticed I wasn't standing on anything my feet simply hang with my big toe inattentively relaxed downwards. My kinky curls seemed to have been gently swaying backwards by .. wind? the gentle blow against my skin was somehow pacifying, I can't feel or hear anything yet I'm moving somehow to where? am I floating or is the room rotating; suddenly I am able to see a light a small light that gradually grows the closer I got.

It felt like looking at the sun but didn't melt my skin away, my eyes squinting to the point I had to close them, is that a star? Or a figure? Im almost fully submerged within, I want to reach out to it, it's calling me, a voice so angelic with the tone so aux of a melody. So welcoming and so inviting the star was, I could see the darkness shrinking away while the star almost swallowed me whole my hand disappear inside and I could feel heaven, I didn't know my eyes were closed when I pried them open; something latched on to my ankle digging what felt like sharp needles into me.

Halting all my movements, a voice within the light kept telling me to keep moving forward it couldn't come into the light, however a curious part of me looks back anyways, the darkness is still void -nothing insight, until I looked down-Is that water? With the help of the light behind me it helped a little and I noticed tiny waves and ripples, what? A dark murky pool as if that in my nightmares can be seen, the tiny ripples and waves moved in sync hypnotizing my eyes until I blinked out of it. Something is calling me I can hear the voice clear as day and for some reason I'm compelled to submit fully to it; dark rich and menacing it was and the complete opposite the angelic cited from earlier. My body ignited with a hunger, hunger for more, and to keep hearing that assonance of a voice.

Where was it? And why did it have control over me, my body now turning away from the light I forgot about, and did a complete 360 towards where it was coming from.

"Zaika" where have I heard that word before? What did it even mean? I don't even care I just want to see the face of the person that always says it, I didn't think it was possible but the darkness somehow darkened. I could hear something splashing on one corner and a slithering of a snake on another. Something is here with me something wicked, and it has every intention of doing awful things to my body, the light behind me slowly faded away letting me sink into the darkness with a lopsided smile stretched across my face while my heart beat with an adrenaline. Is this excitement?

With another splash I see something, directly across from me Something Surfaces from the water; a dark silhouette of what looks like a ... person? I can't make out much but I could tell it's watching me , my every move. "Zaika" the slithery voice says once more and on command my body submits; I can feel the floor this time except it wasn't the floor it was water, this must be a dream, in no way ever would I face my ultimate fear in life: Dark waters.

"If I can't see my feet in the sea, than in the water I shalt not be.'

I can't think or move all I know is I want to be near whatever it whoever that was, I'm now knee deep into the water my whole legs look as if it was swallowed my molasses; no temperature nothing, just wet.

"Come to me Zaika" Like Dracula to his prey I went it until my whole body was submerged leaving only half of my chin, I can't feel the bottom of anything and I hoped whatever was brushing against my legs were seaweed.

Yet to my utter surprise.

The silhouette was gone, Completely vanished and I never knew, all my anxiety and common sense returned and I can now feel myself drowning, that's right I can't swim. I felt it then, like before something latches on to my ankle and this time pulls me down completely, I'm under the water and I can't see anything except utter darkness, complete darkness. I watch Bubbles race to the surface from my screaming and there it was, the face I was searching for, only a demon appeared, long pointy ears arrowing towards his temple and eyes stripped from all light, the creature watches me deeply tilting its head to the side, my lungs starting to burn but they were nothing compared to what I saw next.

Tilting its head back in the center, a growl is heard as its lips spread, the rows of blades within its mouth sealed my fate, snake tongue glides down licking my face as it gets closer, a harmonious lullaby is heard within the distance, all while in reality it was coming from its throat putting me in a trance of a euphoric symphony numbing me out to the song I could feel myself letting go I could feel myself slipping letting the water bring me down; my lungs have long Collapsed and with my last blink the creature lunges at me, mouth wide open.

My body slightly shook with fright as I groaned from the nightmare, I'm cold, and ..dry? slowly peeling my eyes open a sharp Stab poked my brain

"I see your finally awake kitten" the voice sounded like listening to music in slow motion deepening the ache within my skull, was that a man? Swirls of colors in my blurry vision fly around like ripples of colors in water, slowly lifting my eyelids to the fullest The colors are distorted and blurry battling to stay in one place. Why am I seeing two chairs sideways? There Is a stabbing sensation within the left side of my brain and a weird taste in my mouth, is that blood? A dark figure moved and disappeared to my blind side .. what was that? I feel heavy and I can't move much of my limbs but was able to wiggle my fingers a bit. The colors finally stay put yet still blurry, I realized than my head was leaning loosely to the left putting a massive strain of pressure.

Slowly yet hastily I moved it back to the center; immediately the pain from pressure dropped like a bricks and bile threatened to break. I am dizzy with a massive headache. "I wouldn't move too much now kitten. Just keep playing dead" that voice again only a little better now .. what happened? At last everything becomes better, someone is here, repeatedly blinking out the fuzz I could see a dim orange light and underneath it was a man, that face I remember him, he was there before - before.

The light above my head clicked and like Alcohol to a fresh cut the tears began to erupt from my eyes. The pain was worse on my right eye for some odd reason and felt thicker than usual, making the fear and pain pour out of me. Few of the drops landed inside my mouth as I huffed out a sob; this is an unusual taste? salt and Iron. "Hush now kitten" he laughs "That was nothing compared to what the Prince will do to you" he speaks in a maniacal slur standing up, a bright light was than turned on and I realized than I was tied up on metal chair and ... naked? My large breast are tied up at the top making my dark brown n*****s erect, it worried me since I couldn't see past that.

Adjusting my eye sight to the light until it became better I noticed something that almost made me panic; as if my situation wasn't bad enough there was more to the story, Something is wrong. I can only see on one eye clearly while the other one my vision remains dark, what have they done? What happened? I can still feel it there but I can't open it up. Ignoring the shooting migraine that feels like it's slicing my brain open I blink hard repeatedly trying to get it to cooperate, a screeching of the chair stops my movements and a chair than pulls up in front of me backwards. It was that man again. Like marbles; hazel green eyes were so 3D and so dazzling to get lost into, I still remember him and I remembered his laugh; his laugh at my expense when I was brutally beaten by ... oh my, where is he? Rafael's Brother, he did this to me. The more I realized everything that happened the more I panicked. His eyes make me shrink from the intensity and I fight to keep mine from looking anywhere but naked chest that holds his firm body and biceps or the grey sweatpants that hang loose showing his black underwear.

"You can look kitten, but if I show you anything lower you might fall in love with me". The thick Russian coated voice makes me shudder, One of his legs go around the chair until he sits facing me, strong arms hug the chair on the back as he leans down to rest his chin. The pressure of his stare make me my eyes look else where.

"Oof, that looks like it's going to last you a long time". I look back to him and he stares at my eye on the right blankly.

"I'm surprised kitten, most people don't wake up after they have dealt with One of the Princes'."

Who is he referring to? Just than a slight click on the outside makes me jump in my seat earning a deep chuckle from him

"Don't you worry kitten, he won't be back for another day or two. I think you've had enough". An elderly woman walks in with a tray of food and water, fragile little being as her pale skin went well with her Snow White hair ready to tumble over at any time with the rusty blue cane that was holding in by a thread. Grudgingly her eyes find mine examining my state as she passed by me, I watch her body language and expressions and much to my dismay she looks at me in shock but quickly looks away once she saw the man in front of me who hadn't moved his eyes from me once.

In his native tongue he says something loudly and almost rude like - his voice rumbling the whole room shaking the both of us to the bone-. The old lady bows her head and sets the tray some where behind me the flick of his eyes with the taking of his legs gave away his last nerve before he roared something else at her frightening both me and the elderly woman. On the corner of my good eye I can see what looked like a cane followed by a loud thud, In a flash he stands and makes his way towards the woman; I don't get the time look back before blows we're landing and the sounds of bones being broken suddenly made me nauseous.

Was he? An old women? Oh my Gosh. I'm helpless as I listened to her cries until it all went silent; shudders and tears were all that was left from me as I sat there knowing I could be next.

He is a ticking time b*mb and will unleash even at the helpless of people, his smile and eyes almost tricked me to thinking he'd help me and give me answers, I forgot it was him who lured me here in the first place. These are the men that Rafael is associated with, the ones that wouldn't think twice about harming women or older- the thought of it made me fight to keep the acid down my throat as an iron smell makes its way to me, no it's him he reeks of Iron. Heavy footsteps trudge towards me until he came to be and that's when I saw his hands; painting the bottle of water, from his finger tips to his wrists, fresh dark crimson liquid coated his hands dripping like syrup.

Blood is thicker than water.

He sighs tediously and turns to me again as he sat down. In every case of a psychological you can tell things just by looking at the eyes of one’s soul. He-he's calm? I don't know what scared me more the fact that he's covered in old women blood or the fact that he's nonchalant about it. "Drink this" the darkening of his voice told me to say no further as I tilted my head towards him, Chappy lips nearly cracked as I tried to open my mouth. I rolled my eyes back in euphoria when the ice cold liquid met my dry tongue and throat quenching an almost painful thirst, through a scratchy throat a broken moan of satisfaction flowed out of me until it cleared my clogged throat. I felt like a new person. Tilting my head back to get more I hadn't notice some sounds I was making was little inappropriate until I heard him moan back praising me.

"Mmm good girl, take more" he whispered at me, I hadn't realized half the bottle was almost gone until the sounds of the bottle -due to me greedily sucking in more - , started crunching up. I pulled my lips back with a pop and a string of saliva remained, he watched with dark eyes I licked it up with my tongue licking the rest of my lips in the process. He goes back to examining me once more slowly and gets closer.

"You know, there aren't many chocolate women in Russia" his tongue rolls so seductively and did he just say 'vimin'?

I hate that I'm naked, my body visibly reacts to the looks he gives me and Rafael than comes to mind. Slow, dangerous and seductive. He stood yet again adding on to his intimidation shrinking me deeper into my seat when he disappeared behind my back.

His voice suddenly came behind my ear speaking lowly into my canal blowing soft breaths within "we're you jealous" jealous? I can't speak. I'm afraid to say the wrong thing.

"We're you mad they were in a relationship?"

Who was he talking about?

"Did you want him to f**k you? The way he f****d her?" I couldn't deny the way I got turned on when he said 'f**k' but I couldn't ignore everything else. He? There is only one He that I have been shamefully lusting over, Was he talking about?

Electricity lightens my body slightly licking at my center, His fingers found it's way to my erected n*****s: rolling and tugging while he grunts in my ear, my head falls back as my muscles relaxed into this forbidden pleasure.

"I'm always there with him you know? I moaned when he lightly pinched my left n****e distracting me from trying to process each and every word. Wait a minute, Now that I think of it every time Rafael is in my office there is a shadow lingering at my door and moves away when I look at it, I just never thought too much considering my dream man sat in front of me.

"I see how your body reacts to him, I see how flustered you got at the mention of him and I've seen the way you touch yourself hoping it's him" it's like an apparition on my ear telling me all my sins.

"You never knew the man that sat in front of you was about to be the king of the underworld now did you?" What did he say?

"No kitten, you just saw a good looking man with a nice body and an intimidating voice and couldn’t help but imagine him taking you right in your own office” He’s right.

“Was this your fantasy?, getting violently pounded by a stallion over your desk” I remain quiet afraid to say much until his hands snake down my body to my p***y rubbing the lips.

“You stumbled on the wrong family, it’s a shame your friends had to pay the price.” He hissed

My eyes widen as my heart lunged; Maragarie, Maggie and Amber, the memory of everything comes back now. What happened to them, to everyone? I’m scared, Justin please help me.

Magic Mike.

Black car.

Drinks.

Music.

The head.

And now, this. I whimpered I couldn’t have shrunk any further, as he chuckled at my realization.

“I-I’m s-sorry” I cried out trying not to collapse. His hands now wrapped around my throat squeezing with an unbearable pressure, he leans in, teeth grazing my upper earlobe.

“He’s coming for you kitten, you wanted him and now he’s coming”.