All Chapters of Suck Me Dry: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Theodore“Theo? Theo!” I startle out of my daydream, finding Gilda tapping her foot. The men around me laugh as I jump to my feet, balancing as I flinch because of the soreness in my muscles. “Did something happen?” I ask panicky. She scoffs, blowing upwards and getting her bangs to bounce up. “I have been trying to get your attention for minutes! Is everything alright?” “Sure,” I flash her a smile, pulling at my turtleneck. “Why shouldn’t it be?” And I don’t even have to force anything or lie to her. Even though I didn’t sleep much, I feel as well-rested as I have never felt. My belly is full and I am feeling like a perfectly fed baby, ready for its nappy time. Maybe if I didn’t have to hide the strange marks and the love bites I have on my body, I would feel even better, but I couldn’t care less, as I have never felt this happy. “I have never seen you wear a turtleneck.” She tilts her head with a grin. And I chuckle, thinking about how I had to pull it out of the back of my

TheodoreA huge guy who I recognize from the IT crowd, and who was frowning at me from the corner, is now reared up before us. “How the hell do you find this shit funny?”“I didn’t find anything funny. I was just telling my friend about our co-worker who disappeared, and I don’t think we were laughing about it, weren’t we?” I bite back, not caring about keeping it down, as they don’t like me anyway.As expected for such an dumb muscle, he doesn’t take my retort too well and points a finger at me, barking, “Watch your damn mouth, you cheap-ass gigolo. I heard you joking about it before, but this is it.”“I never—” I start, but he leaps forward, grabbing the collar of my shirt.Gasps resound from around us, and I could swear I can hear Gilda shout at him through the fog building in my mind.He dangles me off the earth as if I were made out of hay and pulls me closer to him, only to snarl into my face. “If you were more interested in doing your job instead of playing wifey for the sucker

Theodore Pulling at the strand of my hair, I bounce my legs as I am leaned over, my elbows propped onto my knees. I start to feel dizzy, but I don’t care. The blood sticking on me is making my stomach churn, and I would want nothing more than to just tear the clothes off my body. Oh, God, I think I’m going to throw up. Sobbing, I tighten my fists, clasping my hair harder. Not only will I be processed for an assault in a cafeteria and be broadcast on all news channels for my family to see. But I will also lose my job. Oh, God, I’m going to jail. Who cares about the job? Helades’ face flickers up in front of my inner eye, and I sob again, cuddling deeper. As I’m sobbing pathetically, I nearly miss the lock of the door clicking, and I jerk up to look at the door opening. My heart backflips in my chest as Helades steps into the narrow room, and before I can feel any fear about what he will say or do, I feel so relieved. As the scent of his cologne envelops me, I s

TheodoreI slip into my shirt, stumbling into the kitchen where I find Gilda staring at two steaming cups with an empty look. “Oi,” I shout out of breath, causing her to jump up. Halting to look at her, I scrunch up my nose, taking a deep breath. “Are you alright?” She nods, the light returning into her eyes as she forces a smile onto her lips once again. “Sure.” Picking up the cups of tea, she empties them into the kitchen sink. “I guess I overbrewed them.” She waves dismissively as she puts up a strange expression, making me forget what I just saw in the bedroom. “Is everything alright with you? You seem quite upset.”“Erm…” I pull at my clothes, sorting out my thoughts as I remember what just happened. “I’m not quite sure. Maybe I’m ready for the asylum for good.”We stare at each other in silence, and she blinks in confusion. “What?” “You have to see it, or you will never believe me.” Grabbing her wrist, I pull her out of the kitchen. She cusses me out, stumbling after me as

NathanaelI open one of the fake wine bottles, smelling the cork. “It might not be what you are used to, but they are trying their best.” She giggles as she watches me pour a glass full of a rare type of blood. “It’s astonishing what those humans are ready to do for a bit of their currency.” “Hmmm,” I agree with her cynical comment, my guts churning as I find myself conflicted with mocking them for the first time. Not that I would suddenly care for those poor souls. “I can take you to the club one of these nights. If you want to really be left astonished,” I force up a mask, washing down Baxter’s face flashing up in front of my inner eye. Lifting her hand, she giggles again, saying something I can’t hear as my attention gets captured by Gilda standing in the door frame. How long has she been standing there? I gulp down the anxiety rising in my chest, my throat flooding with a sour taste as the fear of what her empty expression might mean. “What is it?” I ask dryly, wanting t