My fingers tremble below the rock hard concrete in the darkest place of the chambers that make your body cower in fear of the oncoming punishments. I travel my hands down the side of the cracked brick wall and gaze out the bared window keeping me back from the freedom I lost. My tears quietly shed down my puffy, sullen face of doom which consumes the demented figures of the ropes and chains concealing my heart.
I clinch my stomach into knots from the cold in the chilly basement in which sleep is the only thing saving me from having to face the reality of what the men behind the door bring. My knees coddle into my chest hugging me tightly against myself while the small rain droplets make goosebumps rise on my skin.
The winter air soothing my plagues memories of the deep Red Sea full of whips, chains, cuffs and extension cords that force me into the submission of one man’s sexual desired state. The cords that bound me to this cursed life forever until the courage to fight back is nothing, but a demented thought created to give you hope in the most darkest of places.
“Oh my little bamboo.” My father travels his hand over my wet face that stares straight into his hollow eyes. “Make sure she she submits fully or daddy will just have to punish her.” My fathers voice is cold and coarse as the man behind him and picks me up and throws me onto the bed. He takes the cuffs and chains my hands above my head while my legs tremble below in fear and my arms strain against the bounding chains.
“Your mine.” The man’s breath reeks of alcohol that makes bile rise in my throat with a mixture of pure hatred of the hellish ways my father tortures my body.
It’s my body!
I have a voice!
I want to scream.
Anything to stop the torture his erection brings to my throbbing walls inside of me, but that is a contradicted term by the amount of lust growing in the man’s eyes from my exposed breasts. His mouth attacks my hardened nipple and traces fingers over my pelvis until his tongue is done devouring what isn’t his.
What doesn’t belong to him.
“I’m gonna make you scream my name so loud your father will be jealous.” The man’s breath fans over my face with acid spilling onto my skin. He rips my underwear from my sore libido and he starts to pump himself slowly until he plunges inside my womanhood and I holler out a scream so loud the walls rattle.
“Get off! Get off! STOP! STOP!” I kick the covers to fight off the pained memoranda. “No! I don’t want this! I’m not yours!” I throw a pillow in my rash state until Zayn’s hand shake my eyes open. “Baby it’s a dream!” His eyes fill with worry of what I’ve witnessed again.
“Such a good girl.” His voice makes my skin crawl and the hairs stand on end near my neck. “Moan for me Anastasia.” He thrusts in wildly making my legs go numb and my arms fall weak under the cuffs.
He release a low grunt from his throat the faster he pumps inside my throbbing walls and I turn my head to the side where I can look out the window and dream of a place where happiness can be found. How the birds will sing you a morning song to start the day off with a steaming cup of coffee or a long silhouette gown to make you feel like a princess on prom night. Instead empty tears stray down the corner of my eyes and put my mind in a state of blank mindfulness.
“Scream Anastasia! Scream my name!” I block out anything that can take me away from my dreamful state, but his hand rains down hard on my cheek, making the skin burn from contact.
“No! No! No!”
I scramble away from Zayn from fear of torture.
“Baby it’s me. Anastasia it’s me.” Tears fall over the edge of my eyes and pour over the dam that once protected my orbs. “Baby look at me.” His hands cup my cheek and I shake below him.
“Look at my eyes. Look at me.” I dart my orbs to his with fading hesitation. “It’s me. It just me.” My eyes fill into reality and diminish from their phantasmagoria state. “Zayn?” I place my palm on his face to remember every shape and fragment in my empty mind. “Your okay. He’s not here. I’m here. Your okay.” He pulls me into his chest while the dreams dissipate into nothingness.
“I love you it’s okay. Your okay. He can’t hurt you.” I wrap myself into Zayn’s body and cover my shivering body with the warm duvet. “Your gonna be okay.” I let the tears fall over my face and into his hands, but he pulls even tighter the harder I sob. “NO!” I scream. I can still see the monster right in front of me.
The monster that destroyed my dignity and stomped all over my childhood like it was nothing, but a game to him. “Anastasia.” Zayn squeezes his arms around me as I thrash in the bed to fight against the currents. “Baby he isn’t here. I am. Your okay, I promise.” I come to stop as Zayn’s voice calms down my racing heart pounding in my chest.
“I love you.” His tone soothes me back into a corner of relief from the horror of past years. “It was a dream?” I ask. He nods his head at me. “Nothing, but a dream.” I cling my arms his neck and pull his lips down on mine. It’s the only way to make the pain go away.
“I love you.” His hands arch my back into his torso while he kisses me deeply. “I love you more. So much more.” His lips break from mine to release his shirt over his head and connect back with my mouth before I know it. I lock my arms around his neck to keep him in place while his tongue dances with mine in paradise.
“He’ll never touch you ever again as long as I’m here.” His eyes bore into mine with such love of another being. “You promise?” I trail my finger over his bottom lip. “I promise.” He leans his forehead against mine and before I know it sleep befriends me once more in his arms.
When I finally wake, my eyes dive into similar ocean ones swimming with adoration. I can feel his soft fingers caressing my cheekbone under the glowing morning light that makes his hair shine. “Morning gorgeous.” His warm hands surround my waist underneath the cozy duvet and I push my head into the pillows giving me solace place from the nightmarish sleep my mind endured. “Morning handsome.” I croak out. My voice coarse from yelling in the middle of the night. I can still feel the sweat dripping down my back from my erratic breathing and thrashing limbs.
“How you feeling?” His husky breath fans over my face making a smile creep up onto my face. “I feel better since you woke me up.” I snuggle my head into his manly scent that brings me comfort in times of need. “You scared the shit out of me last night. I’ve never been so damn worried about you in all my life.” He admits. Small tears well up in my eyes at his choked up voice. “I’m okay now. You woke me up.”
I caress my thumb back and fourth over his mouth until he brings his lips to mine softly and curls me up in his arms by rolling over onto the hardwood flooring and leading us into the bathroom. He breaks our lips for only a moment to lift my shirt over my head and push his sweatpants down. “Maybe a hot shower will ease the stress.” He flips on the hot water while I unclasp my bra and step out of my underwear and into the scorching hot water.
Instantly my nerves relax beneath my skin as the warm water cascades down my arms and down my thighs, warming my veins up. “Lemme wash your hair.” I place my head under the shower and let the heat soothe my aching headache that pounds against the walls of my brain. He slowly kneads his fingers into my scalp with shampoo that smells of mint and aloe mixed with heavenly smell of him and awakens my senses. “I should have you massage my hair more often.” A chuckle escapes his lips while his thumbs create soothing circles over the base my of neck and up the roots of my hair until all of the soap is washed out and my headache dissolves completely.
I definitely needed that massage...
“I’m very inexperienced at this.” He says. I turn under the water and rest my head against his chest, making sure to slide my hands around his torso and lean us both under the water so it can wash all the anxious intensity down the drain. His palms rub calming circles down my lower back and tensed shoulder blades until I feel nothing, but his toxic scent filling my nostrils. “You need body wash.” I grab the loofa from the hook and pour a glob of old spice onto it before stroking away the dirt and grime onto the tile floor.
His head leans back as the water rubs down his throat and cleans the minimal hair covering his chest. I smile the longer the soap whisks away the thick dirt covering his abdomen, yet for some reason it doesn’t want to go away. It isn’t till I look closer and realize it’s black ink that I somehow haven’t noticed till now. “It’s beautiful.” I trace my hands over the fine ink creating a rose bursting in flames with leafy greenery flying around it. “Oh I forgot about that.” He laughs.
“When’d you get it?” I ask. “A few months back before the gala.” He picks me up by thighs and places me against the wall. I wrap my hands around his neck as his eyes bore into mine. “Your so damn beautiful.” I watch a sparkle erupt in his eyes as comb my fingers through his hair. “I love you.” Our lips slam together under scorching water that gets even hotter when he sinks me down onto him with ease and my head falls back under the shower head.
“Fucking beautiful.” His mouth attacks my neck viciously with desire so great my core ignites with fire and makes my folds instantly wet. My mouth falls open with a heavy moan the minute his tongue comes in contact with my breast and slowly kneads the other with his finger that releases guttural groans from my lips; the friction from his thrust keeping me against the wall.
I moan out when his hips thrust into mine vastly and he pumps into me forcing my thighs further apart as a heated sensation ripples on the surface of my skin. “Let me cherish you the way you should be.” His lips find mine as his words twist my stomach into dozens of knots and his manhood pounds deeper inside of me; filling my walls completely. “Let me praise you like the goddess you truly are.” My head falls back against the wall the harder the thrusts in snd out, allowing my walls to expand so much I think it might tear, but fuck it.
This man is my everything...
“I love you...so much.” I pant while the water sprays down on both of us. His mouth places lustful kisses down my throat and passionately secretes moans the more pleasure he brings to my labia and stimulates my clitoris with his thumb.
How in hell am I even holding on at this point?
Before I know it my core explodes in euphoria mixed with the utter desire of his lips on my skin and I holler out the loudest moan I can muster without my lungs collapsing from the absolute bliss his sinking cock brings me.
The walls are literally shaking as my orgasm rides over my senses and my mouth forms into the perfect “O”. My legs shake feverishly around his torso and I can barely hang on if I don’t dig my ankles into his ass to keep him from pulling out. “I love you.” His mouth devours mine whole and I clash my nails into the crook of his neck with one last thrust that leaves him exploding inside of me with a loud grunt.
“We...should...do that...more often.” He chuckles as I give him a hard kiss and crush our bodies together. “Stress definitely lifted.” I giggle. He turns the knob off and places me on the bed. “You hungry after I just blew your brains out.” I jump back onto his torso. “Pizza.” I smile and give him stance faltering kiss that slams us both into the bed. “Pizza it is then.” I giggle walking over to the closest and grabbing a plain white crop top. “Can I wear your sweat pants?” I ask sheepishly. He takes the ones from his side of the bed and launches them at me.
“For the lady.” He grins. I playfully roll me eyes at him and lift my soaking wet hair from my back. “Babe I need a towel.” I throw my head over. “Come here.” I try to walk over without running into him because my hair is freezing ass cold, but of course that just doesn’t work out. “If you wanted to give me a blowjob you could’ve just said so.” He laughs.
I slap his ass. “Babe dry my damn hair and stop being an asshole.” I scold. “Yes ma’am.” He jokes and shakes the towel all over my head until it’s mostly dry. “No was that so difficult?” I cross my arms. “Extremely.” He picks me up from the floor and slides down the banister of the stairs from our room in the blink of an eye. “Holy fuck.” I have to hold my head to keep it from spinning.
“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!” Sally’s voice booms as she holds a threatening spatula in the air. “I-We.” She clicks her tongue at us annoyed. “You two are gonna get me killed one day, I’m telling ya.” She walks into the kitchen and literally drags us by our ears.
Holy shit this hurts!
“Sally chill out I need to order Pizza!” Zayn slaps her hand. “Boy if you don’t get yo head outta yo ass I’m gonna hurt ya.” Sally puts her hands on her hips. “Okay Mom.” He sneers and bolts when she chases after him. “Call 911 we have a mad woman on the loose!” I fall over the bar laughing my ass off.
Then Zayn’s phone goes off once again! Oh hell no I’m spending tonight with my man! “Zayn get your ass over here and answer this call!” I yell. He rushes over and picks it up.
“I’ll meet you at nine.”
He hangs up bad tosses it on the counter. “Are we still on for pizza?” I pout. “No way I’m missing out on pizza date night with my girl.” He scoops me up in his arms.