Hope blooms inside of me. This could be it. This could be my chance. I crane my neck to try to see what’s happening, but I can’t. I’m too far away from the hallway.
A foreign voice echoes down the hall. I can’t let this opportunity pass me by. Whatever it takes, I will do it. My screams come out muffled around the ball gag, so I shake my head back and forth until I’m able to spit it out.
“Help! Down here. Please, help me!”
There are footsteps. Two pairs. They are drawing closer. My heart is beating so fast it feels like it’s going to explode.
This is it. My saving grace. Someone has come for me. Someone is here, and this nightmare is over.
Except when I see the man’s face, I realize that it isn’t. Because he takes one look at me, and he smiles before casually taking a bite of the apple in his hand.
“So this is her, huh?” he mumbles around the half-chewed fruit.
“Yes,” Javi answers.
The stranger nods in approval, his eyes roaming over my naked body.
“Very nice. So when do I get to have a go?”
Javi will not look at me now, and I fear the worst.
“Please, no! No, Javi. You can’t do this!”
A heart-wrenching sob explodes from my chest. I know Javi is cold. I know he can be cruel. But not like this. He can’t do this to me.
He comes to the table and pets my cheek. The sickest part is that I lean into him. I cling to his warmth and the safe haven he provides while I try to appeal to any humanity left inside of him.
“I don’t want him,” I say. “I only want you. Please, Javi.”
He glances back at the stranger and smiles. The stranger continues to eat his apple, unfazed.
I hope that Javi will ask him to leave. The person that I thought had come to save me is now scarier than the monster standing right before me.
“You want to please me, my sweet?” Javi asks.
“Yes. Anything you want. Please.”
He unzips his pants. And the stranger steps closer. Watching as Javi shoves his cock into my mouth. My eyes remain glued to the intruder.
Frozen.
Unsure.
Javi slaps my breast to get my attention. I close my eyes and forget about the guest while Javi fucks my mouth and fingers me again.
I’m so wet for him. So sensitive. I have to pee so badly it hurts. I try to tell him. To mumble around him. But it’s a lost cause. He’s lost in his pleasure now. Using my face to get himself off.
His fingers tangle in my hair, and his eyes stake their claim over every part of my body. It does not matter what Javi says or what he does. Because in moments like these, it feels like he cares. It feels like I mean something to him, even as he uses me.
Perhaps it is only my imagination. Perhaps I am simply trying to justify. But it’s there, and I want more than anything to believe in it. And when he comes, I swallow everything he has to give me, just the way he likes.
He pets my cheek again. And then replaces the gag I spit out earlier.
I think that it’s over. I think that I’ve done well and that we have a connection right now, as he looks down at me, and I see the warmth creeping back into his eyes.
It doesn’t last. I should know by now that it never does.
Javi retrieves a blindfold from his pocket and ties it over my face, obscuring my eyes.