woman arranged me, spread my knees as far as possible. She dropped my hands to the sides, let them rest uselessly on the cushions by my hips. It was an obscene position. Stepping aside, she slunk behind the camera. The flash was blinding.
I twitched my fingers. It was all I could do.
Enduring the naked photos, I grew more frustrated by the second. How dare they do this! She came around, tweaked my nipples, made them hard for the camera. How fucking dare anyone do this to—to anyone! Why!? Flashing lights, I saw white spots.
They brought me clothes next, but it didn't make me feel any better. Slipping red panties up my legs, a size too small so that they dug into my flesh, the matching bra capped it off. Again, photos. Again, my humiliation.
There was no mirror in front of me, but I didn't need one to imagine how I looked.
Manipulating me, the girls forced me onto hands and knees. I couldn't hold it, honestly didn't try. Letting my face sink into the arm of the couch, I wished I could run away from everything.
I didn't know I was crying until a tear tickled my nose. The braided woman clicked her tongue, sat me up and wiped my face. Looking me in the eye, she motioned with her fingers at her own lips. In a wash of disgust, I knew she was telling me to smile.
To fucking smile .
Gritting my teeth, I commanded all the strength I was gaining back. It stunned us both when I shoved her away, weak as it still was. Her surprise was clear; the red-head's, too. Standing back, they watched me, whispered nervously.
I was awash in shocked delight.
The drug—the whatever—it's wearing off! I'm getting my muscle control back. The more I felt excited over it, the faster it happened. I could lightly bite my tongue, could work my jaw and curl my toes. Lifting my eyes, I glared at the women and took a breath. "Don't... touch... me." It took so much effort, but their open mouths were worth it.
I can do this, I can talk!
I could fight.
Groaning, I rocked on the couch. They'd put ridiculous heels on my feet, standing was too risky. Instead, I rolled my shoulders, enjoyed the surge of feeling as blood rippled to my limbs. "Where am I?" I whispered, licking my painted lips. "Who are you?"
They mumbled to each other in their unknown language.
"Hey!" Oh, it felt good to shout. "Hey! I'm talking to you! What is this, what's going on here?"
The smaller woman darted out the door, leaving the other alone. She stared me down, hands still by her sides. I was sure the bun-headed woman had gone to get help, to get someone else. More people is bad. I need to act now! Rocking forward, I grabbed the couch, using it to make me stand. The way my knees trembled wasn't encouraging.
It was the person who entered, though, that stole my strength entirely.
Brushing through the heavy door, the man fixed his inky eyes on me with cruel interest. It was a look that turned my blood cold and made my lower belly twitch, all at once. That fucking smile, those fucking lips that I remembered kissing...
"Hello, Celeste," he purred.
Every part of my memory returned. "You," I gasped, crushing the couch, willing myself to remain standing. "You fucking drugged me! How could you do that!?"
Cocking his head, Leonide looked at the braided girl who had followed him inside. His accent was thicker, speaking in that foreign tongue. She replied, chin bouncing rapidly.
"Hey!" I growled, forcing myself to stand taller. It wasn't exactly courage flowing in me, just pure frustration and righteousness. Was this really happening? To me , of all people? "Tell me what's going on here!"
Ever so slowly, Leonide rolled his eyes to me without turning his head. "You're more demanding than I remember you being. That will need to change right away."
Stiffening at his threat, I held my breath. "You kidnapped me, didn't you?"
"How astute." He spoke once more to the women, the pair nodding as they shuffled out of the room. I hadn't found them to be my friends, but now, alone with
I twitched my fingers. It was all I could do.
Enduring the naked photos, I grew more frustrated by the second. How dare they do this! She came around, tweaked my nipples, made them hard for the camera. How fucking dare anyone do this to—to anyone! Why!? Flashing lights, I saw white spots.
They brought me clothes next, but it didn't make me feel any better. Slipping red panties up my legs, a size too small so that they dug into my flesh, the matching bra capped it off. Again, photos. Again, my humiliation.
There was no mirror in front of me, but I didn't need one to imagine how I looked.
Manipulating me, the girls forced me onto hands and knees. I couldn't hold it, honestly didn't try. Letting my face sink into the arm of the couch, I wished I could run away from everything.
I didn't know I was crying until a tear tickled my nose. The braided woman clicked her tongue, sat me up and wiped my face. Looking me in the eye, she motioned with her fingers at her own lips. In a wash of disgust, I knew she was telling me to smile.
To fucking smile .
Gritting my teeth, I commanded all the strength I was gaining back. It stunned us both when I shoved her away, weak as it still was. Her surprise was clear; the red-head's, too. Standing back, they watched me, whispered nervously.
I was awash in shocked delight.
The drug—the whatever—it's wearing off! I'm getting my muscle control back. The more I felt excited over it, the faster it happened. I could lightly bite my tongue, could work my jaw and curl my toes. Lifting my eyes, I glared at the women and took a breath. "Don't... touch... me." It took so much effort, but their open mouths were worth it.
I can do this, I can talk!
I could fight.
Groaning, I rocked on the couch. They'd put ridiculous heels on my feet, standing was too risky. Instead, I rolled my shoulders, enjoyed the surge of feeling as blood rippled to my limbs. "Where am I?" I whispered, licking my painted lips. "Who are you?"
They mumbled to each other in their unknown language.
"Hey!" Oh, it felt good to shout. "Hey! I'm talking to you! What is this, what's going on here?"
The smaller woman darted out the door, leaving the other alone. She stared me down, hands still by her sides. I was sure the bun-headed woman had gone to get help, to get someone else. More people is bad. I need to act now! Rocking forward, I grabbed the couch, using it to make me stand. The way my knees trembled wasn't encouraging.
It was the person who entered, though, that stole my strength entirely.
Brushing through the heavy door, the man fixed his inky eyes on me with cruel interest. It was a look that turned my blood cold and made my lower belly twitch, all at once. That fucking smile, those fucking lips that I remembered kissing...
"Hello, Celeste," he purred.
Every part of my memory returned. "You," I gasped, crushing the couch, willing myself to remain standing. "You fucking drugged me! How could you do that!?"
Cocking his head, Leonide looked at the braided girl who had followed him inside. His accent was thicker, speaking in that foreign tongue. She replied, chin bouncing rapidly.
"Hey!" I growled, forcing myself to stand taller. It wasn't exactly courage flowing in me, just pure frustration and righteousness. Was this really happening? To me , of all people? "Tell me what's going on here!"
Ever so slowly, Leonide rolled his eyes to me without turning his head. "You're more demanding than I remember you being. That will need to change right away."
Stiffening at his threat, I held my breath. "You kidnapped me, didn't you?"
"How astute." He spoke once more to the women, the pair nodding as they shuffled out of the room. I hadn't found them to be my friends, but now, alone with
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