THIRTY-EIGHT
Mike – Hide – Dark – Fighting – Chris – Clothes
He took my clothes. All of them. Cold and clinical as if it were surgery. He bundled them up and took them to the door while I shivered. I heard his voice as a low hum in the distance.
"You got all of them? f**k, have fun with her. Mind if I wank while I watch?" Mike's voice said.
My heart froze as I felt cold fingers on my skin again. The mattress moved as his weight crushed it, close to crushing me. And worse.
"No," I whimpered. "Please..."
Never had unzipping sounded so loud. To me, it was louder than the scream I tried and failed to summon from my own lungs. His panting drowned out even my breathing – I didn't want to breathe if it meant the pain that would come next.
"Please," I whispered.
Laughter from further away.
