Wrong Night

“Listen, girl. You talk only when I says, and you does what I says. You understand me, Snow White?” he growled at her menacingly. He slapped her very hard across her face. She cringed, staggered, grabbing her face. “I won’t ask twice, bitch,” he snarled at her. He ripped the tape from her mouth, pulled the tape from her wrists.

He stepped back. The two men stood there, staring at her. The big man asked her how old she was. She told him; “Seven, I mean, eight, eighteen. I just turned eighteen yesterday...” He asked her what bra size she wore. She stared back, not sure how to answer. The other man glared at her, looking like he was about to slap her again.

“A, a, a 33C ... I mean, or like a 34 maybe...” Kelly mumbled, her voice trembling. No doubt. Kelly was well aware of her prominent bosom. She’d been flat chested till she was fifteen, then suddenly they just grew and grew. She was always having to buy a bigger bra. Tonight, she had on her old one, and damn it, she was kinda bulging o