My puffy, swollen eyes fluttered open the next morning. At first, I felt nothing, but then reality crashed down around me. Every part of my body ached, especially my stomach, though my head hurt almost as much. With a pounding head and a throbbing stomach, I took in my surroundings. I couldn’t remember much after getting kicked out of Brian’s room, the rest was blurry. I remember screaming in pain as someone took the glass out of my stomach and I remember crying into Shadows’ chest and him promising me that I was safe now. I remember it, but I still doubted it, I found it hard to believe that Shadows could be that heartfelt.

I looked around and saw that I was in Shadows’ bed, the soft silk sheets floating on top of me. Only after looking around the room did I realise he was lying right beside me. “Good morning.” He yawned while stretching. He then climbed out of bed and walked to the bathroom, but before he closed the door, he turned around to look at me. “I’ll give you half an hour, in the time I’m in the shower; I expect you to be out of bed, dressed and back here. Don’t fall back asleep and don’t keep me waiting.”

When he closed the door, I was ready to get up, fearful of what he might do if I did keep him waiting, but I found it incredibly hard to get out of bed. So, in about 5 minutes, I found myself drifting into a painless sleep.

“You’re still in bed?” I heard his booming voice echo throughout the room, startling me awake. When I rolled over, I saw him standing in the doorway, gripping a towel tightly around his waist. I blinked blearily up at him, almost as if I was confused at what he was saying.

He stomped over to the bed and ripped the blankets off of me, blasting my body with cold air, making my hair stand on end. “Get up,” he demanded. “Look, I don’t give two shits if your body hurts, or if you had a hard night. When I tell you to get up, it’s in your best interest to get up.” When I didn’t get up, he started talking again. “Look, we can do this two ways, the hard way or the easy way. You choose.” I looked up at him, my eyes begging him to let me stay in bed, though he seemed to ignore my pleading eyes. He bent down and hoisted me into the air, dropping me down on his shoulder. Pain flooded through my stomach again as it felt like I was getting kicked all over again. “Fine, your choice, the hard way it is.” He muttered as he carried me, fireman style, throughout the house.

I only realised that we were nearing the kitchen when I heard chatter and forks and knives scraping against plates. I never really thought anything of this, until we came to a door and walked through the opening.

“What’s happening here?” An amused voice said. I heard chairs scraping against the floor as everyone stood up and followed us out into what I can only assume to be the backyard.

“I’m teaching her a lesson.” Was all he said before he sent me flying through the air. I didn’t know what was happening until I felt frigid water swallow me as I floated to the bottom of what I can only assume to be a pool. All the air was forced out of my lungs as shock filled my veins. My back hit the bottom of the pool as panic started to set in. Did they know I didn’t know how to swim? Did they care? I took in a sharp intake as my lungs starting screaming for oxygen, only to panic more as I got nothing and swallow a mass amount of water. My limbs flailed out, but no amount of moving could take me to the surface.
I opened my eyes and watched the clouded figures above the surface watch me, just standing there, not making a move to help me. I blinked my eyes, though that seemed to take extra effort. I tried, over and over again, to get a lungful of air but all the came was a choking sensation.

I closed my eyes and let this happen. I knew it was going to happen. I was going in and out of consciousness. I was about to go out from it one last time when I felt the water ripple around me. I wanted to open my eyes to see what was happening, but I didn’t have the energy. I felt a hand grasp my wrist and suddenly I was moving through the water. When I broke through this surface, I was lifted out of the pool and onto the grass. Immediately, I took a giant breath, my lungs were screaming. My breathing was ragged and I refused to open my eyes, I didn’t want to look at these people.

“So, are you going to get up, or what?” Shadows asked impatiently. “I’ve got places to be and people to meet; I don’t have the fucking time to wait until princess catches her breath.” I didn’t respond, I merely laid on the grass, gulping down air. “You know, I was going to just send you back to your room and leave you be by yourself, but since you refuse to get up, Zacky can take care of you.” Oh no, anyone but him. I find myself groaning quietly.

“Does that mean I get my turn?” Zacky asked eagerly. I finally opened my eyes to see him practically jumping for joy. Matt was towering above me, with his arms crossed. Jimmy and Brian were nowhere to be seen, they had probably gone back inside and Johnny was standing in the background, soaking wet, with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Yeah, sure, why fucking not, go nuts.” Shadows shrugged before walking back in the house with Johnny, slamming the door behind them.

“Come on, sugar, let’s get you all dry and warm. You’ve gotta be up and ready for what we’re about to do.” He bent down and helped me up. When I was up on my feet stars danced in my vision and I swayed on my feet. Zacky slipped his arm around my waist and helped walk me into the house.

We turned down a hallway I have never been down before. There were so many twists and turns in this house that I would never find my way out if I were to get lost. Seeing as I had never been down many of the hallways here, I assumed that each guy had his own wing of the mansion. There weren’t as many doors on this end of the house, just a few here and there. When he got to the very end of the hall, he took out a set of keys from his pocket, unlocked the door, and ushered me inside. He left me standing by the door and disappeared behind a door, re- emerging with a towel in his hand and in the background running water could be heard.

“Here, you go shower, you’ll feel better after.” I hadn’t even realised I was shivering until he walked up to me and rubbed my shoulders. He softly pushed me towards the bathroom and waited until I had closed the door before moving around his room.

I quickly shed of my clothing, each piece making a slapping sound against the tile floor. Only when I was waiting for the water to heat up all the way did I realise how odd his room and bathroom were. In this room everything was white. White walls paired with the lightest wood flooring I had ever seen. A white bed with white blankets and white dressers and wardrobes, the bathroom was no different. White tiles and white walls with a white sink, shower and toilet. I had never seen something look so pure and clean, the embodiment of innocence though I knew there was nothing about that man that was innocent.

As I stepped under the steaming water I let myself forget everything around me. In this time I let my guards down, I let myself think about home and I let myself think about how the only way out here would most likely be death. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I hadn’t heard the door open or close. I didn’t hear the shuffling of heat, or the clang of a belt buckle hitting the ground. I didn’t even notice the door to shower opening and someone stepping in. I only noticed when I saw two tattooed arms snake around my waist and a chin rest on my shoulder.

“I just couldn’t wait any longer; I just had to be with you.” He whispered. He bent his neck into the crook of my neck and started kissing me, placing tender kisses on my flesh. I sucked in a breath as I felt his fingers start to trail downwards. His hands traveled passed below my bellybutton but stopped right before my most sensitive area and for some reason, my body longer for his. He spun me around and pressed me up against the wall, he immediately covered my lips with his and I didn’t hesitate to kiss back. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me.

If I had taken the time to think about it, I knew I wouldn’t want this to happen, I would want it to stop right now, but my body was taking over control and instead of rational, there was simple primal need. Next thing I knew I was laying on the floor of the shower, with Zacky hovering above me.

He started trailing kisses down my body, he kissed my bellybutton and all the way down to my shaven (upon the request of Shadows) pussy. He placed one kiss on my sensitive folds before parting them with his tongue. I sucked in a quick breath and moaned loudly when he started to run circles around my clit. I could feel a warmth building in the bottom of my tummy, I could feel myself getting closer and closer. Just as I felt squirmy and the pleasure was nearly unbearable, he pulled away.

“Don’t worry, babe, you’ll get there soon enough.” He breathed out, coming back up to me, face to face. He smiled a sincere smile before kissing my lips again. He gazed into my eyes as he positioned himself between my legs. My bit my lip in anticipation as I waited for him to slip inside me and when he did pleasure exploded throughout my body. Each time he thrust into me, it brought me closer. He picked up one leg with one hand and wrapped it around his waist, making him go deeper and deeper as my second leg came up. I couldn’t help but moaned out as he hit my g- spot, smirking as he heard me, he thrust harder and harder each time, pulling out almost completely before ramming back inside me, each time the moan was louder and louder. This pleasure was intoxicating, I just couldn’t get enough. With one final thrust, I felt myself get to the brink and spilling over. I let it all come out in one final breathy moan as my walls clenched around his length. Soon enough, his thrusts got sloppy and I felt him release inside of me.

He got off of me and collapsed on the floor beside me. Though he soon got up, got out of the shower, drying himself off as he left the bathroom. Only then, when I was left alone, panting and letting the now cool water hit my naked body, did shame and regret set in. I just had willing sex with a man I hated, a man that was over a decade older than I was, a man that tortured women in the basement of this house, a man that had forced me into doing sexual things with him, a man that had raped and slept with countless different women and teenage girls, a man that could have any number of diseases. That was not even the worst part of all this, the worst part was that I liked it.

Maybe I am a whore.