TAKE ME I'M YOURS

ELIO “No one can save you.” The words echoed as the silence took root from the screams that had been echoing through the room splattered with the blood of my victims. Those four walls had seen more than any of Russia’s worst prisons. Fresh blood slowly dripped into more dried blood that would take weeks to scrub off. The air was clogged with the smell of urine, blood, and stool but I did not mind. I grew to like such smells because they meant I was doing my work right. A frown pulled on my face as I stared down at the man whose skin was peeling off with each split second. He and I had such fun. It was going for three hours since we'd begun. I never rushed it, I always took my time and made it last. His body was a bloodied mess and littered with holes where my worms had eaten away at him bit by bit. I adored my little beasts. They looked harmless when bottled but as soon as I brought them out to play in my homemade chamber of torture, that was when the music began. I liked to put

The moment my brain kicked back into consciousness, I knew something was wrong. Something was very wrong. By the time I became aware of the pain in my wrist, I had already been overwhelmed with panic and fear. My body felt foreign, heavy and my mind was foggy. Fighting through the fog made me feel worse. My cries echoed throughout the empty space. My heart beat so hard I thought I was having a heart attack. I felt my ankles burn harder, bound just like my wrists. My head hung low. The chair I sat on was cold. I knew I was stripped down to my underwear. Too many times I had watched such videos, women warning us all to be aware, to stay alert because sex trafficking was real and there I was, having literally thrown myself at them, opened the door and hopped in like an idiot. There was is escaping now, I thought, weeping my heart out. I kept on thinking of all the things that could go wrong. Another part of my brain was trying to figure out the best way I could leverage myself and get

The doctors arrived, a team of five, filling my room. None wasted time, all sorts of equipment as they observed me through and through. I just wanted to sleep, tucked on my stranger’s side as he stroked my arm softly. Too much had happened already. I did not need more people probing and touching my body. I did not even have the energy to speak so I just turned pale by each second. I wanted everyone gone, everyone to just leave me alone except for one. There was only one person I wanted to hold me as I wept my heart out. “Miss Ferraro, I am afraid to ask but I have to. While in captive, were you sexually assaulted?” One female doctor stepped up. The words bounced in my head, and suddenly I was back in the room with the man ripping away my underwear and touching my body. I felt so dirty, shrinking into my stranger even more whilst he wrapped his arms around me. I could hear his heart drum with such force, so much so his chest could do nothing but violently shake. My head shook, not on

LETHU My head stirred, my body being swung over. My arms wrapped around what I would say were strong shoulders. My legs wrapped around a waist so instinctively as if I had done it way too many times. Warmth, such thick addictive warmth spread all around me, and I could not help but snuggle deeper. My head lay on a shoulder, feeling such warm feelings I could never explain. The person began moving with such ease. I was so secure I could barely feel the movement. I was drifting into more profound sleep than before, my heart beating with such harmony it was soul-healing. Water plopped down, echoing and pulling my mind to stir from the dreamy state it was in. As I slipped back into the world of the living, the sharp pain could suddenly be felt. My whole body was aching but one was too intense, having me moan. I wanted to twist and curl around yet where I was, there was no curling for me. My face buried deep into warm skin, growling. The moisture between my legs suddenly registered in

The tray was picked up. Elio bent over my body. My head was by his armpit and I had never wanted to dig my face in an armpit so much. His t-shirt had the thread count of a t-shirt an angel would wear, so thick and definitely expensive. His scent just attacked me so rudely and left me defenseless. He sat the tray before me and took the plate of eggs with a fork. I hated eggs with a passion, smiling as he took them away before I threw up. The plate of croissants was picked up by myself, taking one and munching on it. Of course, he had not made them but they were delicious, and maybe it was because he had touched them. I nearly laughed hard at my thoughts. Imagine choking hard and knocking the tray with the food and coffee spilling. I swallowed fast, hiding the grin by taking another bite. I picked up bacon. You could never go wrong with meat when it came to me. The bacon was warm, sure he had made it. It was just in the middle of crunchy and soft like I liked it. God, he knew me too w