Beneath The Glitter

Chapter Four

Before Cindy could overcome her shock, the man dashed at her and lifted her on his shoulders. He slammed her on the pink bed, and with one tug, ripped her clothes in pieces. Her screams and punches of resistance were so feeble, and, feverish with desire, it was no difficulty ripping her skirt off her waist alongside her skimpy underwear. Sniffing the material mischievously, he pinned her arms and legs to the bed, and made a rope of her underclothes. With this, he tied her hands behind her back, effortlessly waving away her punches and attempts to use her teeth on any part of his body that came close. With her skirt, he created another rope, and in seconds, her legs were secure.

He went to the gadget, picked up a camera, and set it on the ring light. He switched it on, and beamed it in the direction of the bed. He went to her on the bed, untied her legs, and spread them. With the rope he made from her skirt, he engaged her mouth, stifling her screams and pleadings for help.

There was no decorum about the way he went about having his way with her. He was overjoyed with the obstruction to his passionate entry, and with a loud grunt, he mowed it down, and at that moment, intense pain was consumed in passionate pleasure. He made sure to make her stare directly at the camera, while he did the same. At some point, it became more of an experiment for him as he turned her body this way and that, while she helplessly begged him to at least be gentle.

It ended as soon as it started.

He untied her hands, and let her loose. She was motionless on the bed, exhausted from the entire struggle.

‘Clean that up.’

He went to the camera, stopped the recording, and went away with it. He returned seconds later, went to the closet, took out a new change of clothes, and threw it at her.

‘Welcome to the fold.’

With a grin on his face, he gently slammed the door, and was gone.

Cindy tried to get up from bed.

She was sore all over her body, and it was beyond the pain of being molested in a manner such as this. Her soul had left her, and she felt blank and weak. This was far from how she dreamed of her first shot at being a woman, at just seventeen. Everything about life lost meaning to her, and she wondered why it was being recorded. Well, whatever it was, there was nothing she could do about it, and she at least needed to stay alive for whatever it was worth, and make the best of whatever life came from there, going forward.

She thought about her mother and brothers.

By now, her mother would have returned to find her father’s lifeless body, riddled in the chest with two bullet holes. By now the entire street would be rent with her horrific screams. By now their house would have become a tourist attraction of sorts, filled to the brim with people who were curious to know what exactly happened.

Did her mother know of her father’s dealings?

Did it matter now?

Even if she knew, would she get to connect it? Did she know where this was? Even if she knew, what could she possibly do about it? It was pointless going to the police on matters which had Dars’ imprint on it. She was wise enough to know that. All it took to silence the matter was a couple of thousand shillings and that would be it. She reckoned her mother’s best bet was to hope against hope of her lucky return one day, if it ever would happen.

Her brothers.

She would most likely not see them in a long time.

But whatever happened, she knew she had to be strong, to make that possibility a strong one.

She was suddenly jolted out of her thoughts by some tickling swish on her bare laps.

Five one-hundred-shilling notes had landed on her laps.

‘Sixty thousand views already! Just twenty minutes! You are a superstar, girl! The reviews are massive. They can’t seem to get enough of you!’

He had clothes on now, as she looked up at him. The monstrous, lustful look was gone from his eyes, and he looked more gentlemanly this time.

‘How? I don’t understand...’

‘Our video was uploaded on the website. In just twenty minutes, the time it took between getting to the mansion, uploading the clip and freshening up, sixty thousand people had viewed and ten thousand people have commented on the site. They love what we did!’

Then it hit her.

The world had just seen her nakedness with a man, whom she was not married to or romantically linked with.

The hate and frustration welled up within her. Her legs felt something round and sharp on a corner of the bed where she sat. With determined tact, she felt for what it was, and discovered it was a ring which had serrated edges. She had seen it a couple of times on TV, wherein they used it to settle physical scores.

She slipped it on, while he backed her.

She got up wearily, and silently struggled to reach him from behind.