Chapter Three: The proposal

Survival will always be the main thing at a time like this.

What's the worst that can happen to me? That murdered me?

I wouldn't mind that if it weren't for the fact that Joshua is waiting for me for dinner.

The man must be over forty, he wears a mustache and a suit that probably costs the same as my apartment's three”month rent.

"First of all, let's introduce ourselves." "He looks at me." I feel exposed and the cold makes my nipples prickle. My name is Morton Craig. He licks his lips. I notice the malice in his eyes. Tell me your name now, ”he demands.

"I'm Thea, Thea Jackeline," I blurt out.

Maybe it was fear or the way he's watching me that made me blurt out my real name.

I thought of a thousand ways not to tell him, but panic betrayed me.

"Well, Thea, I'm going to let go of a hand." You must be thirsty. The medicine I gave you is pretty strong, so I don't want to see you dehydrated.

I suppose that's what a father taking care of his daughter or a maniac worried about his prey would sound like.

Neither of them I have lived.

Up to now.

He leans over, but stops over my body.

"Don't you think of doing anything stupid." I want us both to leave this hotel room pleased. If you don't want to see me later, I don't care. However, tonight, for the sake of both of us, do what I say. He grips my blue hair tightly and makes me look at him. You understand me?

“Yes.

“Well.

Let go of my right hand and my feet. Without warning me, he lifts me out of bed.

I feel like a helpless doll.

“Best? "It takes the hair out of my face." I am torn between crying, vomiting, or punching him in the face, all at the same time. God ... you are so beautiful. "Caress my face."

I close my eyes, apologetic.

I need to get out of here, Joshua is waiting for me.

“Taking. "I didn't realize when he took his hands off me." He hands me a clear glass of water. Baby.

His tone is intense, confident, as if he's used to commanding.

No man spoke to me like Morton Craig. Perhaps my way of behaving, impulsive and crazy, according to many, made no one want to mess with me.

I got out of trouble just by looking at the truhans.

I drink the water.

He watches me. Apparently it does that a long time.

He takes off his shirt and lets go of the strap.

My heart flutters.

Your proposal is imminent.

And my brain screams at me to survive.

"You have a delicious mouth." He walks over and sits on the bed next to me. I get scared and stick as much as possible to the headboard. A memory from three months ago comes back to my mind; The grotesque guy I sold my virginity to. Shhh, calm down, I'm not going to hurt you.

Tears run down my cheeks.

He carefully drags them with his thumbs.

How can he be as cute as he is now and then talk to me like he's really thinking about killing me?

"You have me like a stone." Your weakness, even if it seems sick to you, makes me a thousand. I know you think I am a sick person or an abuser, but I am not. The world is more than meets the eye, girl.

I don't know what he's trying to achieve by telling me that.

I finish the water without considering getting drugged again.

Am I already kidnapped or not? What else can it do to me?

The room is simple; Heavy black curtains, soundproof doors, no window and no balcony. It has a bathroom with a tub that saw better times. I know the hotel rooms. I work here. I have eight months bringing up and down drinks and champagne to guests.

"I want you to lull me with your lips." I need this. I need you. "Your plea mesmerizes me." Does he need me? I see him weak, sad and domineering at the same time. Make love to me with your lips, then you can go.

I have seen many novels in my life. I don't like books and I didn't go to a decent school to be taught sex education.

My first time doing an oral and my left hand is tied.

“Me...

"Shhh, don't talk." I don't need you to talk to me. —He takes out his virile member, which is erect. I don't know about sizes, but this one is less gigantic than the one with the hundred”dollar fat man.

Perhaps that is why he does not have a wife and must resort to kidnapping a young girl to please him.

"It's ..." I look him in the eye.

He watches me with tight lips.

I did not expect the blow. He raises his hand without pain and hits me on the cheek.

However, I feel it all over my face.

I scream in pain and surprise.

I bring my hand to the hit area; the burning frightens me.

"I told you I don't want to listen to you, Thea," he speaks calmly, as if nothing had happened. Now work.

I swallow the cry and with my free hand I grab his member and start to move it up and down.

Morton Craig closes his eyes. The pleasure crosses their eyes, I know it because my colleagues make the same faces when they watch porn. I've seen them touch themselves when we go out to seedy bars.

"That's ..." His voice has turned guttural.

Says things I don't understand about pleasure and duty. I squeeze the round tip of his penis hard and continue with the movement. He gets closer to my body and seeks my contact.

I know what you are looking for.

My mind has been set to get out of here. I don't care what it costs me anymore. My body will not be touched by Morton. He has said that it is only to give him pleasure and then he pays me.

I was never interested in his money, but the circumstances make me think and consider that two hundred dollars will not be bad for me. I'll be able to buy food for a month, even take Joshua to the movies.

My ideals change tonight.

I introduce his member in my mouth. Its flavor is salty. I feel a retch, but I resist. If I can take drunks and jerks from idiots that have nothing to do with me, I can suck off a stranger in a hotel room and walk away with two hundred dollars without being beaten or abused.

I increase the movement of my hands and my mouth. I feel Morton Craig stiffen from head to toe.

I take his penis out of my mouth. Instantly he begins to spill his seed on the ground.

I stand there looking at him as if he were in a third plane.

It's not me who's tied to the bed with a half”naked man just ejaculating in front of me.

"It's not me".

No, yes it's me and it's not a damn dream.

"Thanks, Thea, you've been very good." "Untie my hands."

I caress them; they are red. The brands will surely stay with me for a long time.

Morton Craig walks away and adjusts his clothes, then turns and takes three hundred dollars out of his wallet.

"Here, you've earned them." There is my card, call me if you need me.

I don't understand if I should say thank you or if I should take the card.

My willpower has waned.

I start to look dirty, like an actress who has just kissed a homeless man in a play. Worse still, I feel like a prostitute who gives pleasure for money.

Although I didn't ask for this, I didn't.

Morton puts the money on the bed and heads for the door.

He looks at me one last time.

"Until next time, Thea." “It goes.

He leaves me naked on the bed with three hundred dollars and a business card.

I hope I never see that man again.