material. I suck at most domestic chores and duties, so I’m bound to disappoint. Wonder if he knows my age? I doubt it. I doubt he knows anything about me. What about the half-man half-beast issue? What about the sexual aspect? The thought of fucking him makes me hurl. I dash to the bathroom and bend over the sink for a while.
There is nothing to throw up . I still haven’t eaten, save for a fe w biscuits. My mind is a muddle, half-man hal f-beast ... sex ... cannibals ... prisoner .
CHAPTER THREE
6 PM. The men arrive from work and the ranch bursts into life. There is drinking, loud laughter , profanity and music.
I’m in my room, peeping through the blinds, mainly on the lookout for Diablo. Every time I think about him, the knot in my stomach tightens.
Suddenly, my door is flu ng open! I suppress a scream. Diablo ?
But it’s Christa and Santana. Santana is smiling so I smile back, relieved it’s them . Christa does not smile . H er eyes hard , her lips a thin line.
‘H ... Hi,’ I say.
Maria and Rosa are so friendly towards me , so maybe these two will come round, become my friend s , maybe even take pity on me and ask Diablo to release me. I really could do with their help right now. They’re women , they ought to be sympathetic.
They enter my room and to my surprise, immediately begin sniggering and mocking me in Spanish. Why the fuck?
Slowly, they circle me and laugh and suddenly , I’m seven years old and being bullied by Laura Kimble and Justine McCready in the school playground. I can’t understand everything they’re saying, but bitchiness manifests itself as bitchiness in any language and I get the gist very quickly . E specially since they’re pointing to my hair, my breasts, my hips, my dress , making me feel like a slave at a human auction.
‘Ugly,’ Santana says.
Yeah? Well, I got news for them - I know that already. Elaine had pointed it out to me when I was six. But she was able to problem solve: I was told I needed to marry rich so that I can engage the services of a good plastic surgeon . A few visits to him and I’d look as good as Paris , she always said .
A man they’re calling Tongue (I assume that’s his nickname and that he still has his . ) cradling a whisky bottle, s waggers in. ‘Tell me, tell me,’ he says.
Howling with laughter, the bitches fill him in and the humiliation sale continues.
He listens then turns to me. ‘ Bebe, I am pleased to make your acquaintance,’ he says and bows dramatically. ‘My name is Tongue and I have balls . Lo ok.’ He sticks out his tongue to reveal his piercings . Tw o silver metal balls on a long, greyish, spotted tongue. ‘See? I knew you be impress ed . Women are my weakness, bebe . Especially young women like you ... scared ... frightened. You are how old – thirteen? Fourteen?’
What an asswipe.
‘M akes me hard , ’ he says as he runs his hand over my butt. ‘Whachusay? Huh? Whachusay?’
Mortified that he would even touch me, I slap his hand away.
‘Bebe, there is no reason to be afraid,’ he says, his voice raspy. ‘I can make you feel very good. My room is on the top over there,’ he says and points to a villa at the top of the ranch. ‘Whachusay? ’
He inches closer and drops his voice. ‘Do you know why they call me Tongue?’
The room erupts with laughter as my face flames .
Suddenly,
There is nothing to throw up . I still haven’t eaten, save for a fe w biscuits. My mind is a muddle, half-man hal f-beast ... sex ... cannibals ... prisoner .
CHAPTER THREE
6 PM. The men arrive from work and the ranch bursts into life. There is drinking, loud laughter , profanity and music.
I’m in my room, peeping through the blinds, mainly on the lookout for Diablo. Every time I think about him, the knot in my stomach tightens.
Suddenly, my door is flu ng open! I suppress a scream. Diablo ?
But it’s Christa and Santana. Santana is smiling so I smile back, relieved it’s them . Christa does not smile . H er eyes hard , her lips a thin line.
‘H ... Hi,’ I say.
Maria and Rosa are so friendly towards me , so maybe these two will come round, become my friend s , maybe even take pity on me and ask Diablo to release me. I really could do with their help right now. They’re women , they ought to be sympathetic.
They enter my room and to my surprise, immediately begin sniggering and mocking me in Spanish. Why the fuck?
Slowly, they circle me and laugh and suddenly , I’m seven years old and being bullied by Laura Kimble and Justine McCready in the school playground. I can’t understand everything they’re saying, but bitchiness manifests itself as bitchiness in any language and I get the gist very quickly . E specially since they’re pointing to my hair, my breasts, my hips, my dress , making me feel like a slave at a human auction.
‘Ugly,’ Santana says.
Yeah? Well, I got news for them - I know that already. Elaine had pointed it out to me when I was six. But she was able to problem solve: I was told I needed to marry rich so that I can engage the services of a good plastic surgeon . A few visits to him and I’d look as good as Paris , she always said .
A man they’re calling Tongue (I assume that’s his nickname and that he still has his . ) cradling a whisky bottle, s waggers in. ‘Tell me, tell me,’ he says.
Howling with laughter, the bitches fill him in and the humiliation sale continues.
He listens then turns to me. ‘ Bebe, I am pleased to make your acquaintance,’ he says and bows dramatically. ‘My name is Tongue and I have balls . Lo ok.’ He sticks out his tongue to reveal his piercings . Tw o silver metal balls on a long, greyish, spotted tongue. ‘See? I knew you be impress ed . Women are my weakness, bebe . Especially young women like you ... scared ... frightened. You are how old – thirteen? Fourteen?’
What an asswipe.
‘M akes me hard , ’ he says as he runs his hand over my butt. ‘Whachusay? Huh? Whachusay?’
Mortified that he would even touch me, I slap his hand away.
‘Bebe, there is no reason to be afraid,’ he says, his voice raspy. ‘I can make you feel very good. My room is on the top over there,’ he says and points to a villa at the top of the ranch. ‘Whachusay? ’
He inches closer and drops his voice. ‘Do you know why they call me Tongue?’
The room erupts with laughter as my face flames .
Suddenly,
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