Tales of the Many: by Nicole M (ebook reader online txt) 📕

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When I was little, I always thought that my first time having sex would be perfect, and romantic, and I’d have a husband that loved me, and parents who loved me, and a little sister who loved me. I thought I wanted to have kids, and love them. I thought I would be successful, and just have the perfect life that everyone would envy. Now, I denied the existence of love. There was no such thing. And if there was, god surely forgot to tell me when he shoved me into this fucked up life. If he was even real. Now I was certain, I’d be fucked, and screwed until I’m 18, then shoved out on the streets on my own, be lucky if I don’t get knocked up, and either go to my parents and explain what’s happened all these years, and then get tracked down and killed for it, or live on the streets and try to find a job. No one will want me. And then I’ll just get raped again by a guy who offers me a ride, or some homeless man on the streets.
He had a firm grip on my legs now, it was almost impossible for me to move them. He parted them, he placed his head over my waist, grabbed the lining of the fancy pink panties and begun to pull them down. I muffled more screams. I was scared out of my mind. I wanted to go away, forever. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth, screaming over and over again. Venom had a tough time holding my head in place. This wasn’t the first time he’d had to hold down a girl, or see her exposed, in fact he was quite used to it. But he’d never seen me exposed. Which changed everything. He just closed his eyes. Which I respected, but I wanted him to get me the hell out of here, but unfortunately, parked at the front of the alley, was Marlana, in the old van that we lived in, waiting. Waiting for me to come back, get in, and prepare myself to go sweet talk some rich men out of their money. And she’d wait for Thrasher (The bastard) to hand her over 30 golden bucks. Since I was a virgin, my price was low, but that would increase the more times I had sex, and how good I was. I don’t see how they could say I was good or not, all you do is lay there while you’re stabbed with a giant stick like thing in your no no spot, as a kid would say.
It was one low grunt from him, one thrust, and all hell broke loose. I screamed, thrashed about, pulled on the bastards hair.
“You don’t know how good that feels..” He breathed out, making me let go instantly, and clutch onto Venom’s arms just behind my head, I dug my nails into his skin, I felt him shake with me, my eyes still shut.
I felt one or two raindrops on my pale, flat, exposed stomach. I screamed bloody murder. I peeked my eyes open, to see that Venom still had his shut, he’s nice.
He thrusted again and again, making me scream and struggle more. His grunts disgusted me, I stopped screaming almost long enough for a chuckle to squeeze out of my sore throat, just because knowing that while he fucked a girl (maybe even a guy, if he’s that desperate, you just never know) he sounded like a starving pig being teased with a giant ham.
But at that moment, I felt something tear. A sudden rush of pain (much more pain then I was already in) ran over me, as I gasped into Venom’s hand (which had grown warm and wet due to my saliva and muffled screamed) and my eyes opened. Wide. My stomach sunk in, from the amount of air I was trying to take in, Tears welled in my eyes, and at that moment, Venom opened his eyes and looked down at me.
He looked in my eyes, and looked like he was about to cry, and mouthed the words “I’m sorry”.
I then watched his eyes travel down my body, his jaw dropped open, before he yelled,
“She’s bleeding! Stop!”
But he didn’t, he kept going. And I, I started screaming. I thought I was screaming bad enough before, right now it was like the devil was laughing at me, while burning me to death in fire.
“Didn’t you hear me?! Stop!” Venom yelled again.
“Let me hear her scream” The bastard laughed, a smirk on his face.
“What? No! I can’t do that, I don’t want to do that!” He yelled back.
I wanted to scream at him, to say “Let me go, and save me! Go all spider man and take me up the wall or something! Anything!”
“I don’t give a damn what you want! Let me hear her scream. Do as I say you shit head and let her scream!”
At that moment Venom removed his hand from my mouth. I took a giant breath. For one moment everything seemed to pause, and was silent. And all of a sudden things were at normal speed, as I let out a loud, Painful, sore, scratchy scream. And then, Venom’s hand was back in place. My nails dug deeper and deeper into his arms. His face filled with pain, both physical and emotional. My tears were streaming down my face and onto the lumpy old bed. And then, everything stopped. I was motionless, and lay gasping into his hand, and the bastard pulled his trousers and jeans back on, staying shirtless.
“thanks lad, for letting me hear her scream. She can really drive a man crazy.” He smiled.
Venom glared at him, growling softly, only loud enough so I could hear.
He didn’t say anything, or else the bastard would give Marlana less than what he was expected to pay. Bastard.
He begun to walk off to the end of the alley, when Venom let me go. I rolled onto my side, and curled into a ball, holding myself, and my head in his lap, and I sobbed through my gasps and tears.
He rubbed my head, and ran his fingers through my hair. Which usually calmed me down.
“You are so strong Short String.” He lulled to me. All I could do was sob, and gasp more.
He slowly got up, grabbed my clothes, and handed them to me. It took about 5 minutes before I moved. I slid on my shirt and my panties slowly, while Venom looked away, at the end of the alley, where Marlana yelled out loud,
“Where’s my money Jack?! You promised me 30 bucks! Hand it over!”
I felt emotionless.
“Venom..?” I managed to squeak, my voice was sore and scratchy as fuck.
“Yeah..?” He asked, keeping his look elsewhere.
“I need help..”
He looked over at me, and I had my jeans on up to my mid thigh.
“It hurts too much..” I sobbed.
He kneeled down in front of me, and while I gripped onto his shoulders (he was extremely tall, even knelt down) he pulled them up to my waist, where they belonged. It hurt, a lot. I could already feel the blood rushing through the fabric. I looked back at the bed, there was blood everywhere.
The bastard was walking back our way.
“Let’s go..” Venom growled.
“I can’t.. It hurts..” I whispered. My bangs falling back into place, just before my eyes.
He stood up, looking down at me, and placed his hand on my face.
“just to the car, you’ve managed to survive this, just a little more? I’ll help you.” He weekly smiled. His eyes were beautiful.
I placed my hand on his arm that was extended on my face. Only to look at my hand, red with blood.
I looked at both of his arms and saw the damage I caused, There was a lot of blood. A lot of it.
“I’m so sorry..” I sobbed.
“It’s fine, no harm done.” He comforted, as he put my arm around his neck (he had to lower himself a lot to do this) and put his arm around my waist, he helped me over to the car.
“great job little lady” The bastard winked at me.
Bastard.
As we got to the car, I hopped in, and that’s when I woke up.
I shot up in the backseat of the van, it was that dream again. I always dream of the first time.
Invisible (Written Four years ago)

Use your wings to fly away.

Lean in, embrace the separation.

Capture the moment

Because all too soon will it be snatched away.

No one will notice you’re gone.

You’re a nobody.

Invisible.

Who are you, even?

Imprint

Publication Date: 03-09-2013

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