by Sandra Raine
Justin stepped out from the bathroom after a minute lighting two cigarettes and passing one off to Dominic who had been staring down at me with this seemingly utmost disgusted look smitten across his beautiful face. Then suddenly there was a quick knock at the door causing me to flinch. Dominic and Justin both exchanged contemplating looks with one another with Dominic ultimately leaning over the bed and peeling the duct tape gently off my mouth.
"If one scream escapes your mouth, Diamond, I swear you'll see no end to tonight!" he then forewarned.
The door opened with Josh showing two men into the motel room. Dominic crossed to them, and the three then come to an agreement beneath a sea of muffled words I could not grasp 'cause all I could think about for the moment was the massive pain I was in. Dominic held out his hand and money was exchanged with Dominic counting the stack twice, and cautiously before showing some sign of satisfaction.
The men, obviously both equal in age as well as stocky and white raced and having a thing for young girls walked toward the bed as Dominic and Justin walked out of the room leaving me open and vulnerable to the men now gazing down at me. I couldn't help but to turn away the second their hands touched down on my body, each grabbing my breasts and fondling my vagina while their tongues licked and kissed around my mouth; their tongues forcing me to kiss them the way lovers kissed until they both pulled away smiling, and this time, unzipping their trousers.
I didn't know how many men had fucked me throughout the night, and I didn't care to know. I mean, I just lied there sprawled and naked as one after another fondled me then crawled on top of me and did their business. For all I cared they could have taken a shit on me and I wouldn't have batted an eyelash considering I had stopped fighting for my dignity after the seventh or eighth man. And unfortunately for me, and particularly this scenario, there was no alcohol or drugs to mask the humiliation of having men pound away on me through my very eyes. And I wasn't quite sure if taking a severe beating from Dominic, or being raped by the cousins was more welcoming than getting fucked by a bunch of nameless, spineless, filthy men?
I closed my eyes for only a split second but I must've passed out instead 'cause I didn't hear the door to the motel room open. I mean, when I opened my eyes Dominic was already standing over me looking down at me somewhat vindicated, still yet looking less-than-satisfied.
"You cost me fifteen grand tonight, Jane," he then complained picking up the scissors from off the nightstand littered with cigarettes, cigarette butts, empty beer bottles and condemn wrappers. He sat down beside me and cut the ties from around both my wrists, releasing me from the chains of his Hell. "And I'll be lucky if I made half of it back tonight." he then continued to rant. I immediately turned my body toward Dominic 'cause God forbid I should give him my back. I curled myself into a fetal position to comfort my battered and broken body. I figured the nightmare was finally over but I had been wrong before. So I took a deep breath and held.
Dominic stood to his feet and tossed the scissors onto the nightstand and sighed out and I wasn't sure why? Could it be he felt remorse for what he'd done to me? Or was it a symptom of stress 'cause I had cost him fifteen grand? I shivered and cowered further within myself while thinking of home, of my family, of Bree and my father who I was missing terribly in this moment. My heart broke. My spirit completely destroyed. I hate God. . .I mean, I hate him so much. I sniffled. I was feeling cold. The bitter chill of deaths sex swaying around the motel room kissed and scorched at my nakedness.
The door opened again, and in strolled Tanya carrying her purse, a pink duffle bag, and an expression that literally screamed regret which puzzled me for a moment until Dominic grumbled.
"It took you fucking long enough!"
"I don't like being back here." Tanya retorted in the same manner only she sounded exasperated and pained.
"I don't give a shit how you feel! Take Jane to the bathroom and get her cleaned up!" Tanya pursed her lips and eyed Dominic ardently as he stormed past her and headed outside. Tanya flipped him off. And she must've forgotten where she was for the moment 'cause when her gaze finally settled on me her expression unnerved like if I was going to snitch her out to Dominic, but I was much too dazed to even consider it. Tanya choked back her anger and headed to the bathroom. She then returned a minute later with a bath towel. She placed it around my body and eased me to my feet.
Almost quickly I felt the remnants of dried blood and semen between my thighs while fresh blood trickled down. As for the rest of my body it was still in a state of shock: I mean, I could barely move, let alone, walk. And so I ended up stammering to the bathroom instead; occasionally holding onto Tanya's arm for balance. It wasn't until we reached the bathroom had my eyes began to search in vain for the toilette. Once I spotted it, I rushed to it and threw up.
"Jesus, Jane," Tanya murmured after my second bout of throwing up. Her voice almost sounded pained by my circumstance. And I wasn't sure if she felt disgust, or pity either? My stomach tensed again, and again I threw up.
"Oh, come off it!" Justin bitched right as he barged in uninvited. "It wasn't that bad." I shot Justin an icy stare beneath my blood shot eyes. And what came out of my mouth next not only unnerved Tanya, it pissed Justin off something awful.
"Fuck you!" I yelled. And from one second to the next, and with Tanya literally being shoved over the sink, Justin backhanded me hard. And the hit was so intense that the blood from my lip splattered against the wall. I stumbled backward, my back hitting the shower door.
"Justin!" Tanya then screamed the second she saw his fists flying in my direction. I quickly threw up both arms to avoid getting hit in the face as it still stung and throbbed. But I think it was the sudden reflexes of my defenses that enraged Justin 'cause all he was able to target were my forearms.
Tanya dashed out of the bathroom door screaming, "Dominic! Dominic, goddamn it! Get in here. . .NOW!" And not only did the sound of her frightened screams cause my skin to slink, it made me come to understand that I had made a terrible, terrible mistake shooting my mouth off at Justin.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I shouted suddenly, and regrettably, but my apologies only seemed to have fallen deaf on Justin's ears 'cause all he heard and what he glimpsed was his rage toward my disrespecting him, and in front of Tanya who I believed feared him as much as I had.
One of my arms finally gave way to Justin's fists which caught me in the left cheek. I then fell onto the floor just as Dominic came charging in, shoving Justin from me.
"Enough!"
"Get the fuck out of my way, cuz!"
"You need to calm the fuck down, cuz!"
"And you need to teach that fucking bitch some fucking manners!"
"C'mon, guys, please," Tanya pleaded, her voice loud, edgy. "This isn't the time."
An intense silence then settled in between Dominic and Justin with Dominic possessing the firmest grasp over the situation. And as much as it peeved Justin to admit that obvious fact that Dominic was in control, he did the next best thing: he choked back his pride, nodded and walked out of the bathroom.
Dominic turned his attention to me - a spark of exasperation toward my behavior glazed his irises as I continued to remain on the floor cowering, sobbing, pained by the never ending abuse.
"You keep this shit up, Jane, and the next time you're not going to be so fucking lucky!"
"I. . .I. . .I'm sorry - "
Dominic abruptly leaned over me. I screamed as he yanked me up to my feet by my hair, shoving me hard against the wall.
"Did I ask for your fucking apology?" Dominic seethed. I sobbed and shivered and shook my head. "So what makes you think you're apology means shit now, Jane, huh?" Dominic then slapped me twice with my head bumping against the wall. He flung open the shower door, turned on the water, grabbed my arm and shoved me beneath it.
"You have ten minutes!" Dominic snapped at Tanya, slamming the shower door then slamming the bathroom door behind him.
Chapter 16
I showered an
d changed as fast as Tanya could dress me.
She had brought me a clean pair of jeans, a turtleneck and some ballet flats. And I couldn't help but to appreciate being clothed as the fabrics brought me comfort, warmth and security.
Deep down inside I was jumping for joy when Tanya finally escorted me out of the motel room. Dominic, Justin and Josh were already waiting in the parking lot loitering in between Tanya's Beamer and the Bentley. Then my stomach somersaulted as soon as Justin's eyes locked onto mine. It was only for a split second with me quickly turning away. I could hear Justin mumbling something crass to Dominic who in turn shook his head in disfavor.
"It's getting late, Dom," Tanya said stepping around Justin. She opened the back passenger's door to her car and tossed the duffle bag onto the back seat.
"So, Tanya," Justin then spoke with a hint of bemusement clinging to his tone. "You don't like being back here, huh?" And he chortled. Tanya shifted uncomfortably in her skin particularly when Justin ran a delicate finger down her flustered cheek.
"Aw. What's the matter, baby," he crooned, "not interested?" Tanya slapped his hand away.
"Fuck you!" She spat offensively while Dominic and Josh just stood there and smirked. "Dominic?" Tanya then called out to him in a seemingly state of desperation. But Dominic just ignored her as he dragged on his cigarette seeming preoccupied with something more important than Tanya's harrying issue with Justin.
"You think Dominic gives two shits about your fucking ass, Tanya?" Justin sassed. "You?" he chastised. "You being the biggest whore of them all?"
"It's gettin' late," Dominic said siding with Tanya. He tossed his cigarette butt onto the filthy ground and stomped on it. "We still got another party to check out." he then reminded Justin as well as Josh 'cause he just stood there beside Dominic nodding in agreement.
My forehead scrunched in regards to Dominic and his two-goon-cousin crew possibly having another girl stashed somewhere, perhaps in a motel as sleazy as this one. Or was it an actual party Dominic had referred to where they were going to go and pay to have fun on someone else's grief? Suddenly my nerves started to knot; I just wanted to go home and crawl into my bed and forget about the nightmare I just experienced. I mean, I could literally feel my body on the verge of exploding inside out. I could also feel the welts from Dominic's belt protruding against my skin. My clothes were starting to rub against the welts thus intensifying my unbearable situation.
"I'll give you a buzz in the morning," Dominic said kissing Tanya brusque on the cheek. She stiffened a nod as he strolled around the Bentley and slid into the driver's seat with Justin and Josh following suit.
"Pricks," Tanya mumbled after the Bentley sped off. "Pricks!" she then spat in absolute disgust.
Tanya and I didn't talk on the drive back to my house, she just kept to the view of the road while I kept my body leaned up against the passenger's door for leverage. I was having difficulty sitting on my ass no thanks to Justin and Josh who turned my tiny sanctuary into a dump for their filth. I couldn't help but to shiver on the very thought of what the damaged looked like, and I was hoping it was nowhere in comparison to the agony I was feeling now.
From the corner of my eye I glimpsed a few tears escaping Tanya's eyes and I wasn't sure if they were out of pity for the way I looked, or for something she had done to herself? Not giving Tanya's sullenness another thought I relaxed my head against the window and wrapped my arms tightly around my body to ease the discomfort and that ever constant chill of fear breathing inside me.
It was just past three in the morning when Tanya's Beamer pulled onto the driveway of my house. I quickly sat up in my seat, the anxiety in my eyes then searched for any signs of distress but nothing appeared to be distressed, meaning, there were no lights turned on, no mom and Bree pacing frantically near the entrance to our grand terrace - it was just the silence that awaited me, stabbing my ears like the pain stabbing my desecrated womb.
I opened the passenger's door and slowly stepped out as I was still in massive pain. The burning sensation and the arid of raw flesh rubbing against one another were but a constant reminder to tonight's festivities. Heavy tears gathered in my eyes the more I thought about those men raping my body for a few measly bucks.
Tanya must've sensed my humiliation 'cause she took the liberty of walking me into my house and then walking me up to my bedroom.
"Dominic wants me to spend the night," Tanya whispered after she closed the door behind us.
I ignored Tanya and crossed to my bed to lye down but I ended up halting in my footsteps when a flashback of Dominic sitting on top of me and beating me to the point of unconsciousness flashed right before my eyes. I caught my breath. And those pained tears still fresh in my eyes just came streaming down my beat-up face all at once. And it took the rest of the night to finally calm me down.
Tanya was already up and moving around in my room when I finally woke up. There was a cup of cappuccino still steaming on my nightstand accompanied with a jelly roll; I felt neither hungry nor thirsty. I actually wanted to throw up instead.
"C'mon, Jane," Tanya groveled sheepishly when she saw my disinterest in her hospitality. She then leaned wearily over me and tapped me gently on my shoulder. "It's late. You have to get up."
I was tempted on shrugging Tanya off but it was really late - like after eleven-thirty - according to my bedside clock. Without thinking, and having forgotten what had happened earlier, I quickly sat up but ended up surrendering my attempted stretch to a groan when that pain inside of me suddenly reminded me to take it easy.
"Give it a couple of days," Tanya stated coolly, "it'll pass." she then added almost too reassuringly forcing me to glare up at her in disbelief.
"Have you ever been ass fucked by a bunch of guys, Tanya?"
"Don't be so damn dramatic, Jane. It was only two guys. . .Justin and Josh. And even Dominic has his limitations." And with those last words - words that pierced into my humiliation and embarrassment - Tanya turned a cold shoulder and walked back to my bathroom where I heard rummaging, and what appeared to sound like, a make-up bag. I got up from the bed and walked to my bathroom and stood at the door. Tanya then glanced up amidst her infamous cosmetic case.
"It's time to make you flawless," she then announced through the bathroom's mirror and in a tone that was less-than-condescending. I stole a glance in the mirror, and to my horror, and for the life of me, I could not recognize the person staring back at me that I almost screamed: Portions of my face were swollen. The gash on my lip was now bigger and much more deeper. And the bruises. . .God, the bruises!. . .were embedded around my cheeks and nose particularly around my left cheek which was beyond the norm of just bruised.
"Oh, God. . .Oh. . .my. . .God. . ." Suddenly I broke down, burying my face in the palms of my trembling hands. I then started to sob uncontrollably while Tanya just stood there and silently watched.
For the next hour Tanya worked her fingers around the swelling and the bruises all across my face with concealers, foundations and some pressed powder. Once her expression showed content with the work she had done she then touched up the rest of my face with mascara, blush and lipstick. When I was finally permitted to look in the mirror to survey the work my mouth just about dropped to the floor: I looked like me, only better. But then my awe suddenly altered to anger.
"You've done this shit before, haven't you, Tanya?" I was glaring at Tanya through the mirror and in a state of absolute suspicion that bordered on accusing. Tanya's jaw clenched and her expression morosed as if I had offended her.
"Helena was a part-time make-up artist when she was going to college. It's how she paid for law school. She taught me." Tanya affronted, slamming the lid to her cosmetic's case and locking it. I then flinched when she stormed past me out of the bathroom and into my bedroom.
I turned my attention back to the mirror and realized Dominic's beating me had never for once concerned him the least bit. I mean, with having Tanya's "magic fingers" around he could have very easily
beaten me to a pulp, and she would've still found a way to pump the juice back into me, and then some! I turned out the bathroom light and stormed back into my bedroom more enraged than before.
Tanya was already sitting at my vanity table. She was in the middle of a text when I sat down on a nearby chair. My invasion of her privacy ultimately forced her to stop texting.
"What?" She blurted after a bout of a "stare down" shifted between us with her posing more provoked than me.
"Why were you crying last night?"
Tanya folded her arms against her chest and smirked. "Trust me, Jane, I wasn't crying over your ass!" she scoffed.
"But you were crying?" I remind her.
"Yes," she admitted, "but it's no concern to you."
"Did the cousins have their way with you, too?" I couldn't help it. Especially toward the way Justin fingered her face while Josh smirked impiously on the sidelines and where Dominic said nothing to defend his little sis.
