theatrical_muse: three a.m. tryst [ch. 228]
[[3 a.m.]]
It's three in the morning and what am I doing right now instead of sleeping? I'm entertaining a man. I'm entertaining a man for the first time in months, maybe even a year, and it feels so odd that I find myself lacking in most areas - especially fellatio, which used to be my Gold Medal winning performance. I am almost embarrassed but I save it by talking about the economic state of England, and he is most pleased. He is so pleased that he cums in my hair. I am most angry but I will not show it, not now, later, when I'm home and I see Sophie asleep in her bed.
He is touching me now, and I find myself squirming, and somewhat hoping he doesn't injure me today but that doesn't seem like the plan he wants. You'll do what I say, whore. And it's true. I will. So, I let him hit me hard in t he face and on the legs and chest. He smacks me as I ride him, he hurts me so much. It's three in the morning, and I'm bleeding from the nose. He says it makes him hot, he says it turns him on and makes him want to fuck me - but really, have I come to this? I am desperate for money to feed Sophie and pay my bills, I will do anything to keep her warm and dry, safe and content, fed and full.
You'll do anything I want, slut. He is so right, he always seems right and disgusts me, it reminds me of the man that held the knife to my throat when I was a young, innocent fifteen year old. I whimper as he chokes me, and I glance at the clock. 3:01 a.m. Will it never end? He paid me for an hour, and that hour seems to be never arriving, it seems to be at a stand still. God, I think of how I miss Sophie and wish I could be there to hold her while she sleeps...Look at me, bitch. I do, I look at him, my nose is bleeding and I feel my face pounding in pain.
I plead now, I wish to go home, he can keep his money but he's hurting me, he's killing me. I can feel my heart pounding, as well as my cunt, and I feel myself start to cry - or it, feels like tears anyways. He laughs at me, shaking his head. I paid you, fucking cunt, you're mine for an hour. I relent, I want to run. Please, God, let me go! But I cannot get up, I cannot run, he has me pinned under him and he is assaulting me.
Once my hour is up, I am bloody and bleeding. I am in pain and I am not much richer. A measly payment for something so brutal. I limp home, whimpering with each lopsided step as a pain radiates through my leg to my skull. I am crying, I can feel the tears burn the wounds on my face - and God, do I want to see Sophie, she will lift my spirits.
I am comforted with the fact that I have made enough money this week to pay our expenses for the month at least. She will never go hungry, nor cold, nor unsafe. Even if I have to participate in another Three a.m. tryst such as this one. Even if I have to be brutally beaten. I will feed her. Provide for her.
Fandom: The Crimson Petal and the White
Muse: Sugar
Words: 590
WARNING: Contains violent sexual activity, as well as sexual language. Please don't read if you are easily offended or under 18. Thank you.
OC & IC comments are welcome.
It's three in the morning and what am I doing right now instead of sleeping? I'm entertaining a man. I'm entertaining a man for the first time in months, maybe even a year, and it feels so odd that I find myself lacking in most areas - especially fellatio, which used to be my Gold Medal winning performance. I am almost embarrassed but I save it by talking about the economic state of England, and he is most pleased. He is so pleased that he cums in my hair. I am most angry but I will not show it, not now, later, when I'm home and I see Sophie asleep in her bed.
He is touching me now, and I find myself squirming, and somewhat hoping he doesn't injure me today but that doesn't seem like the plan he wants. You'll do what I say, whore. And it's true. I will. So, I let him hit me hard in t he face and on the legs and chest. He smacks me as I ride him, he hurts me so much. It's three in the morning, and I'm bleeding from the nose. He says it makes him hot, he says it turns him on and makes him want to fuck me - but really, have I come to this? I am desperate for money to feed Sophie and pay my bills, I will do anything to keep her warm and dry, safe and content, fed and full.
You'll do anything I want, slut. He is so right, he always seems right and disgusts me, it reminds me of the man that held the knife to my throat when I was a young, innocent fifteen year old. I whimper as he chokes me, and I glance at the clock. 3:01 a.m. Will it never end? He paid me for an hour, and that hour seems to be never arriving, it seems to be at a stand still. God, I think of how I miss Sophie and wish I could be there to hold her while she sleeps...Look at me, bitch. I do, I look at him, my nose is bleeding and I feel my face pounding in pain.
I plead now, I wish to go home, he can keep his money but he's hurting me, he's killing me. I can feel my heart pounding, as well as my cunt, and I feel myself start to cry - or it, feels like tears anyways. He laughs at me, shaking his head. I paid you, fucking cunt, you're mine for an hour. I relent, I want to run. Please, God, let me go! But I cannot get up, I cannot run, he has me pinned under him and he is assaulting me.
Once my hour is up, I am bloody and bleeding. I am in pain and I am not much richer. A measly payment for something so brutal. I limp home, whimpering with each lopsided step as a pain radiates through my leg to my skull. I am crying, I can feel the tears burn the wounds on my face - and God, do I want to see Sophie, she will lift my spirits.
I am comforted with the fact that I have made enough money this week to pay our expenses for the month at least. She will never go hungry, nor cold, nor unsafe. Even if I have to participate in another Three a.m. tryst such as this one. Even if I have to be brutally beaten. I will feed her. Provide for her.
Fandom: The Crimson Petal and the White
Muse: Sugar
Words: 590
WARNING: Contains violent sexual activity, as well as sexual language. Please don't read if you are easily offended or under 18. Thank you.
OC & IC comments are welcome.