The HUSH Series: (HUSH, HUSHED and JANE.)

by Sandra Raine

  Chapter 36

  Dominic led me into our hotel room ten minutes later leaving me to transcended into "Diamond" almost immediately. But when my eyes swept around the luxurious suite, I had come to find that it was completely empty of men.

  I turned around and looked at Dominic apprehensively 'cause I wasn't sure if I was to thank him for sparing my ass from "working" tonight but he'd already crossed to a nearby table. I watched as he emptied all the contents from his pockets except for a pack of cigarettes. He pulled a cancer stick from its compartment and quickly lit it.

  "It's just you and me," he said tossing the lighter onto the table. "So you might as well make yourself comfortable," he then sternly suggested flopping himself down on one of the two oversized leather sofas and turning on the TV.

  "So I'm not going home tonight?" I presumed as my eyes cautiously surveyed the suite. It had beautiful furnishings, and it was eerily quiet; a certain part of me felt concerned.

  Dominic glanced up at me from his channel surfing. He dragged on his cigarette again. A plume of smoke escapes his lips. "I'm tired. Tanya's drinking. My parents have already gone home. And it's late."

  "Well then. . .I uh. . .I need to call home," I stammered. Dominic nodded and resumed to his channel surfing. I dialed my father's cell. He picked up, and I lied and said I was spending the night with Tanya. My father approves. I hung up my cell and slipped it back into my purse before settling it down onto a glass end table beside the sofa Dominic was sitting on.

  "Go and wash up," Dominic said carelessly flicking the butt end of his cigarette over the armrest. The ashes fall onto the pricey carpeting adorning the entire suite. I headed toward the direction of the bathroom located in the bedroom. I closed the door but don't lock it - one of Dominic's rules. I surveyed myself through the bathroom's mirror. My right cheek glowed a faint red from Justin's slapping me. And I thanked God it didn't bruise. I stepped into the shower and scrubbed my body clean. Just as I was slipping into one of the two white bath robes hanging near the shower the bathroom door opened with Dominic casually walking in. I figured he was going to say something to me but he just stepped around me, kicking up the toilet seat with his shoe. I quickly eased myself out of the bathroom to give him some privacy.

  The toilet flushed with Dominic stepping out of the bathroom and staring at me for a moment particularly when I settled my clothes on a nearby chair. "I'll have Tanya bring you some clothes in the morning," he said. He then walked back out of the bedroom and sat back down on the sofa. A minute later I traced Dominic's steps and sat down on the opposite sofa.

  Dominic and I watched TV in silence, mostly news, then after, a re-run of Everybody Loves Raymond.

  "You hungry?" Dominic finally acknowledged me after Raymond broke for commercial.

  "No." I said flatly even though I was starving.

  Dominic hit the mute button on the remote control and settled it on the end table next to my purse. His eyes then sweep a curious gaze over the purse before he looked back at me but with a questionable manner instead of conversational. Right then and there I knew something was up.

  "How long you've been popping pills?"

  UGH! I dreaded as my forehead scrunched. I, too, swept a glance over my purse only it was in a state of anxiousness. Dominic quickly snatches up my purse into his hands. He yanks back the zipper, and opens my purse in one swift move. He empties a few of my contents out like my lipstick, lip gloss, a mirror, my wallet, my cell, the "work" cell, and lastly, the picture of me and him which he glanced at with minimal interest. He then felt around the inside of the padding before yanking back another zipper - Dominic finds my stash. He then stared at the pills before staring at me in question.

  "It's valium. Helps me relax," I quickly answered. Dominic sniffed back his curious expression and slid the pills back into the pouch. "How'd you know about the pills?" I pried, cautiously.

  "I saw you popping them downstairs when you thought no one was looking."

  "Hmm," I droned. Dominic stuffed my belongings back into my purse except for the picture. He holds it up. And again he stared at me in question. And again I quickly answered, "In case you become famous. . .I have proof."

  Dominic smirked and stuffed the picture back into my purse. "I wouldn't waste my time," he then stated flatly, settling my purse back onto the end table and picking up the remote.

  "Why's that?"

  "I don't care for College. And I don't care to play football for the next few years either."

  So then what? My mind sassed. You're going to pimp for the next twenty? "Don't you think that's a little far-fetched - " my voice trailed off with Dominic shooting me a hard, icy stare forcing me to change my tone. "I mean, considering your talent, and your future?"

  "You think I'm talented?" And Dominic actually sounded amused instead of graceful. I nodded. I mean, aside from him being a pimp, I really did think, in my heart, that Dominic was talented. "Well," he said, lighting another cigarette to hide the flattery, "like I said. . .I wouldn't waste my time."

  It was just after eleven with me facing one side of the bed, and Dominic, the other.

  I was feeling restless, wide awake, and nowhere near the vicinity of tired. Eventually I turned toward Dominic wondering if he, too, felt the same? Dominic was lying flat on his stomach, his arms slightly outstretched over his head. His back was exposed as the silk white sheet barely covered the rest of his body, let alone mine.

  The last time I remembered seeing Dominic sleeping this way was when he was "supposedly" grooming me to be his girlfriend. And while I should have reflected on the bad of it, I couldn't help but to reflect on the good 'cause it was the only time I could honestly say I enjoyed being with him; enjoyed the warmth of his body pressed against mine; the sincere of his kisses, his touch, his sweet talk in my ear. And last but not least, the sex. I had hoped that he, too, enjoyed himself which eventually led me to the conclusion that he did considering how he made himself right at home in my bedroom those couple of months. And perhaps it was his way of trying to rekindle some of that magic we once had; magic that was lost within the greed of my innocence - an innocence even he knew he could not get back no matter how many times he tried to right his wrong with all those nights of him lying on top of me, and unresponsive to his silent apology. And the only thing I was able to give him in return. . .the only thing that proved my sub-consciousness mind was aware of what he was trying to do was in a form of a baby. But even that wasn't good enough of an apology 'cause he killed that along with the rest of what was left of my feelings for him.

  But tonight I was feeling different. I was feeling submissive. I was feeling. . .contemptible. And I wanted to turn away so badly but I couldn't. I felt transfixed with my thoughts in an alarming daze. My fingers tempting to touch the blasphemy, to trace the contours of its betraying backside.

  I took a deep breath and reached out to Dominic. My fingers had barely touched the crease of his back when he suddenly rolled over and snatched up both my wrists, pinning them high above my head. I whimpered out of fear 'cause Dominic looked neither aroused nor tempted, and he wasn't lying on top of me. In fact, and just by the glimmer of angst embedded within his irises that seemed superbly clear to my vision, he looked to be beyond pissed. My heart thudded. And my mouth ran dry.

  "What I'd do?" I pleaded behind upsetting tears.

  "Don't mistake my graciousness for uncertainty, Jane. If I want you to touch me, I'll tell you to touch me. Understand?" I choked back my humiliation and my tears and nodded like a child scolded. "So. . .don't. . .touch. . .me." Dominic staggered breathlessly before he jumped up from the bed, snatching his pillow and the sheet and storming out of the bedroom.

  I must've dozed off somewhere within all my crying 'cause when I woke up it was still dark, and I was still alone, or so I thought. . .I heard muffled voices coming from the living room; voices that sounded awfully like wailing, and if I hadn't known any better, and what sounded like, deep and sensual wailing.

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p; I quickly slipped out of bed, almost losing my balance over my clumsy feet as I staggered to the door. I placed an anxious hand around the doorknob and took a deep and unsettling breath and held: I heard soft music playing off a radio somewhere in the living room, and that sensual wailing I had heard earlier suddenly started to become clearer. . .closer. . .'cause the sound began to dance around my senses like a discomforted tune. But then my heart skipped a sudden beat, forcing me to slap a heartbreaking hand over my mouth just to keep myself from crying out.

  I quickly stepped away from the door as if I had just witnessed something betraying. Then like a mad and scorned woman, I began to pace my space. My heart was beating fast. My palms were sweating, and my head literally throbbed in anger like a migraine while my wounded ego screamed and cursed JEALOUSY! like one of them bright marquee signs out on Broadway. I stopped pacing when my jealousy finally consumed my anger. I stomped back toward the door. And I meant to fling it open and confront Dominic like some fatal attraction but I quickly remind myself of my place and who I truly was in Dominic's eyes, but still. . .And I mean, why should girls like Claire Collins be sanctified to all the fun, to all the good, to all the affections from guys like Dominic? What made them special? What set them apart? Was it beauty? Was it age? Was it attitude, sass and grace. . .Something I failed to possess particularly with Dominic?

  Dominic had Claire Collins pinned up against the wall as I peered at them through the crack in the door. Claire's dress was hiked up over her hips, her legs wrapped around Dominic's bare waist while her hands grasp desperately at his hair. Their lips were locked in a heated kiss while their incessant moaning played out through the living room like a sex tape. The mere sight of their fucking literally haunts my eyes, and I couldn't bare to watch anymore. But just as I was closing the door to head back to bed and cry, I hear Claire offensively probe Dominic: "Did you just call me. . .Jane?"

  My stomach pinched when I caught a trace of insult grazing her quaint expression. And it was clearly obvious that Dominic didn't give a fuck about her sensibility 'cause he just ignored her and continued banging her more aggressively against the wall.

  "Shut up, Claire!" Dominic seethed breathless seconds later when she attempted to ask him the question again. Dominic's body tightened with his orgasmic moan deepening.

  I closed the door and went back to bed.

  Chapter 37

  August -

  Dominic, Justin and Josh had been planning a trip to Vegas just for a weekend as a retreat. All the while I kept my fingers crossed hoping that they'd go so that I would be given a break from "work" which was becoming intolerable both physically and emotionally.

  Between the "John's", the sex, and the Arizona heat, my body was beginning to take a toll 'cause it was in desperate need of a break but Dominic didn't think so. About a month ago I did stir up the issue, and Dominic stared at me like I was out of my freaking mind.

  "Are you fucking serious, Jane?" was the last thing he said to me as he dropped me off at my house early one morning. Then I made the dreadful mistake of agreeing 'cause he laughed, then afterwards he "worked" me ten days straight from parties to private parties to clubs to hotels and motels, and a time or two at his house with Justin and Josh who were stupid drunk and high and gave me a hard time while he stood by and watched and did nothing but talk and text on his phone. I had learned, a day after the graduation, he started dating Claire Collins seriously.

  But now just after a month and a half of dating, Dominic started complaining to Justin and Josh about how he was going to break up with her 'cause she was starting to become "clingy". I could already see the pain in Claire's heart which would be nothing compared to the pain in my heart that was barely hanging on a thin line for him.

  For the last month and half I found myself fantasizing about Dominic in ways that would make any grown person sick especially within the mind of a child: Everything from having casual sex with him to initiating rape on me; from "slicing and dicing" his dick to maiming his body and blowing his brains out with his own gun while dancing naked on his severed member and brains.

  In the last month and a half I had also come to detest everything about Dominic, both inside and out. The sight of him repulsed me to the point of vomiting. The feel of his touch made my skin crawl, my bones cringe, my insides turn inside out. And the sound of his voice started to present itself like nails on a fucking chalkboard with my jaw clenching, my ears razing. . .And if the Devil was anything like Dominic, I could see why people tried desperately avoiding Hell.

  Life with Dominic had also become an inferno with my presence tending to add fuel to his already burning fire: Dominic had not been able to move past that night of his graduation. I assumed my attempt to giving into him willingly must've struck a real blow to his image, and leaving an unsettling emotion within him. And unfortunately for me, and since he didn't know how to channel that emotion, he instead pimped me out without the slightest compassion for my well being.

  For the last month and a half, I had literally become oblivious to my family, to my home life simply because I didn't have one 'cause I was hardly ever home; I was at Dominic's. And while I had spent the majority of time with Dominic, my parents were spending the majority of time vacationing in-state particularly on the weekends, toting Bree with them and leaving me home, vulnerable and alone for Dominic to do whatever he wanted to do with me.

  And for the last month and a half it seemed like my parents were putting a lot of faith and trust into both Dominic and Tanya 'cause they were starting to become part of our family with Sunday brunches, weeknight dinners and outings either to the mall, or to the movies.

  One of those dinners however, was in celebration to Dominic's post-graduation which they had missed during on of their vacations. The dinner included a customized Rum cake from Pusser's, Cappanari's ice cream, and a fifteen thousand dollar savings bond. Dominic was overwhelmingly gratified by both my parents' hospitality and generosity. And in return, Dominic returned that gratification by raping me in my pool house - payback, I assumed, for my parents' unconsciously reminding him about the night of his graduation.

  Another dinner was on a whim. Tanya and Dominic were picking me up to go "dancing". But because we were so stuffed by dinners end, Dominic decided for us not to go. Deep down inside I was glad 'cause I couldn't even begin to imagine myself defecating on some poor john's cock. That alone would've driven Dominic insane with madness since he prided himself on my "cleanliness next to Godliness" image. Yet that didn't stop him from raping me a second time when my parents' stepped out after dinner for some dessert, toting both Bree and Tanya with them and leaving me completely alone with Dominic.

  That particular rape I did not see coming 'cause it didn't take place in either of mine or Dominic's bedrooms or back in my pool house; Dominic followed me into the kitchen. I had turned on the faucet to wash the dishes but Dominic instead yanked me down onto the kitchen's floor by my hair and literally ripped the clothes from my body. When I attempted to scream, to fight back against his torment, Dominic backhanded me a couple of times, stuffed my torn panties into my mouth, and forced himself inside me. When it was over, Dominic then callously forced me to wash the dishes naked, bruised, and dripping in semen. After that, he then forced me up to my room and onto my bed. This time, and instead of lunging himself on top of me, Dominic flipped me over and proceeded to anally rape me. And the only thing the only agony that crossed my mind was shitting on his cock. But when Dominic finished however, he flipped me back over onto my backside, reached across the nightstand for his gun, and shoved it straight into my mouth: 'So you can hold your shit?!' he then stated ruthlessly, and laughing like a mad man. And since I knew I couldn't answer him without risking a severe beating, I instead forced my mouth further up the barrel of his gun and dared him to pull the fucking trigger. Dominic smirked, cocking back the hammer and pulling the gun from out of my mouth. He was painfully obvious that he was crazy. 'Cause I made him crazy.

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t month and a half, Doug also came home to visit but it was only on two separate occasions. Doug had spent those two weekends partying and having sex with Tanya in his bedroom which was next to mine. It was hard not to hear them. And it was not easy to cower beneath the covers and rock my miserably insignificant life away, either.

  God, how I missed my old life.

  I was told, much to my dismay, that I would be going to Las Vegas, too. And just as I was in the throes of stressing, Dominic said Tanya would be going as well. I felt somewhat elated especially when Tanya talked about the R and R.

  "We'll sunbathe by the pool. Shop. Sleep in. Have plenty of room service. And GAMBLE!" UGH! My mind screamed. 'Cause even I suspected there would be an otherwise. I mean, it was hard for me to believe that Tanya was actually gullible in some areas, now meaning with Dominic.

  "Great," I mumbled only 'cause it wasn't going to take a great deal of convincing for my parents to allow me to go to Vegas with Tanya and Dominic not since they'd become so approving of them.

  Today was Thursday. Tanya told me not to bring anything except for myself as she reminded me about our shopping plans, and that extra luggage would only be a burden. . .and that worried me. So not leaving any room for chance, I pulled my state ID from my wallet and stuffed it on the right underside of my bra since Dominic and the cousins had a habit of grasping me by my left arm the majority of times.

  "There's been a change in plans," Tanya said to me as soon as I walked into her bedroom. She looked frustrated as she said this. I mean, her perfectly flawless face was a blemished red as if she had been stressing long before my arrival. I noticed she was unpacking her already packed suitcase.

  "What's the matter?" I then pried, trying to sound very concerned for her dilemma even though I wasn't. Tanya halted amidst her tantrum. "You're going to Vegas." she sassed. Then, without another word, she continued unpacking her suitcase which included a handful of bikinis, some short shorts and tees.