waiting to be sacrificed.
“Let me loosen these cords a little.”
She looked away from him. She didn’t want to make eye-contact. He seemed like a nice guy, he seemed kind, but he was a member of the DRMC and she knew what that meant. Looks could be deceiving. She couldn’t trust anyone. After what had happened to her she knew anything was possible. She couldn’t trust these men. That was the one thing she had to remember.
*
T HAT FIRST NIGHT, AFTER THEY’D drugged her and taken her to the motel, something had happened. It was something that would live with her like a scar for the rest of her life. It wasn’t supposed to happen. She knew that. She’d heard what the chapter president had said. After they’d taken her to the motel room and tied her to the bed, he’d told one of the club members, an obese bartender called Fat Boy, to guard the motel room. He wasn’t supposed to touch her. It was the chapter president’s right to have the first taste of any new girl they captured. But that night, that awful night, Fat Boy had slipped into her room and showed her how the DRMC liked to treat new meat. He’d unzipped her bodysuit, pulled it down, and had a taste of what she had to offer.
Rose said nothing. She didn’t make a sound. She let it happen. There was no way she could resist. She’d been tied to the bed. And she’d held in her tears until Fat Boy was finished and had left the room.
Once he’d left, silently she’d let the tears run down her cheeks. The salt of the tears burned her skin. Nothing like that had ever happened in her life. It was the first time she’d ever been raped. But something told her it wouldn’t be the last.
II
S HE PLAYED THE MEMORY OVER and over in her mind like a videotape of some horror movie. She couldn’t stop it. She tried to but couldn’t. The feel of Fat Boy’s fingers on her skin, the scent of his breath on her face, it was like a nightmare. She lay there, tied to the bed, and tried desperately to tell herself that it hadn’t happened, that it was just her imagination, but she knew the truth. Fat Boy had raped her.
She looked around the room, the old television set on the dresser, the stained lampshades on the side tables, the incessantly rotating fan, and tried to get it out of her head. She’d gone over it so many times already. Reliving it in her mind only prolonged the pain.
The thing that stood out in her mind was the creaking of the floorboards. The motel room was on the second floor. The building was cheap and poorly built. When the chapter president and the other men rode out of the parking lot and Fat Boy turned his attentions to Rose, the first thing she’d heard was the floorboards creaking under his enormous weight. They hadn’t been designed for a man of Fat Boy’s size. He was enormous. He opened the door as quietly as he could but the floor groaned like it was going to give way. That was what had woken her from her stupor. She didn’t know what drug they’d given her but whatever it was, it wasn’t strong enough.
He walked into the dark room. He didn’t turn on the light. She heard him and assumed he was just checking on her. He was the guard, and she’d heard with her own ears the chapter president telling him not to touch her. Never in a million years could she have imagined what he had in mind.
She was still in shock from being captured. It had happened so suddenly, so unexpectedly. She lay there and waited for him to turn on the light, but the light never came on. He just stood there, breathing heavily in the dark. She could hear the sound of the air leaving his lungs, getting sucked back in. He breathed like a large animal. She couldn’t see him but instinctively she knew he was a large man. The floorboards, the breathing, the displaced air in the room, all of it told her that he was a monster.
She started struggling desperately against the cords that bound her to the bed. She knew she was in trouble, that something terrible was
“Let me loosen these cords a little.”
She looked away from him. She didn’t want to make eye-contact. He seemed like a nice guy, he seemed kind, but he was a member of the DRMC and she knew what that meant. Looks could be deceiving. She couldn’t trust anyone. After what had happened to her she knew anything was possible. She couldn’t trust these men. That was the one thing she had to remember.
*
T HAT FIRST NIGHT, AFTER THEY’D drugged her and taken her to the motel, something had happened. It was something that would live with her like a scar for the rest of her life. It wasn’t supposed to happen. She knew that. She’d heard what the chapter president had said. After they’d taken her to the motel room and tied her to the bed, he’d told one of the club members, an obese bartender called Fat Boy, to guard the motel room. He wasn’t supposed to touch her. It was the chapter president’s right to have the first taste of any new girl they captured. But that night, that awful night, Fat Boy had slipped into her room and showed her how the DRMC liked to treat new meat. He’d unzipped her bodysuit, pulled it down, and had a taste of what she had to offer.
Rose said nothing. She didn’t make a sound. She let it happen. There was no way she could resist. She’d been tied to the bed. And she’d held in her tears until Fat Boy was finished and had left the room.
Once he’d left, silently she’d let the tears run down her cheeks. The salt of the tears burned her skin. Nothing like that had ever happened in her life. It was the first time she’d ever been raped. But something told her it wouldn’t be the last.
II
S HE PLAYED THE MEMORY OVER and over in her mind like a videotape of some horror movie. She couldn’t stop it. She tried to but couldn’t. The feel of Fat Boy’s fingers on her skin, the scent of his breath on her face, it was like a nightmare. She lay there, tied to the bed, and tried desperately to tell herself that it hadn’t happened, that it was just her imagination, but she knew the truth. Fat Boy had raped her.
She looked around the room, the old television set on the dresser, the stained lampshades on the side tables, the incessantly rotating fan, and tried to get it out of her head. She’d gone over it so many times already. Reliving it in her mind only prolonged the pain.
The thing that stood out in her mind was the creaking of the floorboards. The motel room was on the second floor. The building was cheap and poorly built. When the chapter president and the other men rode out of the parking lot and Fat Boy turned his attentions to Rose, the first thing she’d heard was the floorboards creaking under his enormous weight. They hadn’t been designed for a man of Fat Boy’s size. He was enormous. He opened the door as quietly as he could but the floor groaned like it was going to give way. That was what had woken her from her stupor. She didn’t know what drug they’d given her but whatever it was, it wasn’t strong enough.
He walked into the dark room. He didn’t turn on the light. She heard him and assumed he was just checking on her. He was the guard, and she’d heard with her own ears the chapter president telling him not to touch her. Never in a million years could she have imagined what he had in mind.
She was still in shock from being captured. It had happened so suddenly, so unexpectedly. She lay there and waited for him to turn on the light, but the light never came on. He just stood there, breathing heavily in the dark. She could hear the sound of the air leaving his lungs, getting sucked back in. He breathed like a large animal. She couldn’t see him but instinctively she knew he was a large man. The floorboards, the breathing, the displaced air in the room, all of it told her that he was a monster.
She started struggling desperately against the cords that bound her to the bed. She knew she was in trouble, that something terrible was
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