Page 7 of Pushed Through The Dark
Swallowing hard, I nodded lightly. "Can you just fix it so it's in the right direction?" Blue growled annoyed as I felt him flip it over and spread the bottom out over my legs. "Is this a dress?" Gently touching the end in my lap, I ran my hands up looking for some type of strap.
"Yes, it's a dress, now put it on."
Frowning to myself, I didn't say a word. There was no point, anything I said he'd either ignore or hurt me for saying. So I stayed quiet, running my hands over the dress, feeling for the zipper, and tracing the lacy front, following a thick slit up one side.
"Fuck, Aubrey, I don't have all fucking day. Virgo is waiting, fucking move already."
Holding the dress up, I tipped my head in the direction of his voice. "Turn around."
"What?"
"Turn around."
"This isn't a fucking movie set, and you're not a damn movie star. Just get dressed."
"Turn around," I demanded. "I'll put it on, but not with you looking."
"Either you put the fucking dress on right now, or I'll fucking do it for you," he said, the sound of his feet scuffing closer. "You have one minute, put the damn dress on. Last chance."
"Fine," I said. Pushing up onto my feet, I spun away from him and slipped out of my clothes. Doing my best, I pulled the dress over my head. Shimmying my hips, I tugged it down, feeling the fabric as it swooshed at the bottom and tickled the top of my feet.
I could feel him watching me. His breathing was heavy, the sound of him licking his lips was thunder in the room. It was disgusting.
"Alright," I said, holding the back shut as I tried to find the zipper or string, or whatever the hell was there to close it up.
"The belle of the ball," Blue said, his voice cutting through me as I felt him hovering over me. His breath heated the top of the sack again, the weight of his shadow enough to push my shoulders down.
I hadn't heard him step closer, and that scared me. He had been so quiet, so light. Rough fingers spun me around, throwing me off balance.
"We can't let you go out there like this, you'll look like a whore." His mouth pressed against the outside of the coarse hood, his whisper was dark and sinister. "We don't sell whores, we sell women."
What? Sell me?
I stood silent as he zipped up the back of the dress, fluffed my cleavage so it billowed out of the top, and adjusted the bottom so it was straight. Blue stroked his hands up and down the outside of my arms, his touch a maddening knife that was cutting my flesh.
"There, that's better." Taking me by the wrist, he led me away, barefoot, and confused.
My mind was trying to wrap itself around what was happening. I wanted to understand, I desperately wanted to understand, but something was stopping me.
Maybe I was trying to protect myself, maybe I had already been through so much that I just couldn't handle this too. Whatever it was, time slowed down and the world around me became foreign.
The floor was so cold under my feet to the point the tips of my toes were going numb. The voices and laughing I had heard before began to grow louder and more clear.
Men were talking about cars, they were talking about money and business deals. I could hear all the voices, the different depths of the men's tones, the way the different pitches mixed.
And I feared every last one of them.
Running my hands gently across the top of my shoulder, I barely touched one of the long, thin scars. The scars on my body were a constant reminder of what it meant to be owned by one of these men.
"Alright, alright, settle down, settle down," a man's voice rained down on me, causing my body to jerk in surprise. "We've got another special one for you, and this one is special."
"You got that right." Blue chuckled as he spoke, and the men between us let out a laugh to match his.
I still couldn't see anything, everything was dark, the bag over my head was stuffy and hot, and sweat was beading up across my forehead. Through a thin opening at the bottom, I could just see the top of my feet and random shadows.
Thump
My foot slammed into something hard, making me stop short. Through the sack, I could see the shape of a step as Blue yanked my wrist to keep me moving. Slowly, I climbed the steps, counting four until the ground flattened again. Tugging me in, Blue pressed me against his ribs, his arm holding me firmly in place.
