Page 56 of Arseni
He kidnapped you.He assaulted you.He used you when you were most vulnerable then tossed you away like a cum-filled sock.
He.Does.Not.Want.You.
“Don’t fight this,” Arseni says, opening his eyes with a sigh.“You’ll only make things worse for yourself.”
“What am I supposed to do?”My voice squeaks as I wrap my arms tighter.“Am I just supposed to let people rape me?”
“Yes.”He nods, his tone completely serious.It only scares me more.“You should be as boring as possible.I think…” He breaks his gaze away.“I think I can keep you for a while, but if you excite Nikita, things will get harder for you.You don’t want to grab his attention… So don’t fight.And don’t cry too much.”
My breath stutters through my dropped jaw, and I climb the last step to meet my captor.“Arseni,please.Help me.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”I flatten my palms against his chest and sidle close to him.My eyes are all pleas, but it makes no difference because he doesn’t look at me.
“Because I don’t want to.”He bats my hands away as he distances himself.I nearly fall forward.My wobbly legs don’t want to stand.
“You’re a whore, Margot,” he says, squaring his shoulders.He looks just above me.“Whoever you think I am, get it out of your head.I’m not your savior.I’m not your friend.I’m the guy who fucks you so your cunt doesn’t dry up before it’s put to use.That isallthat I am… If you don’t start walking, I’m gonna hurt you.”He finally finds my eyes when he shrugs.“It’s your choice.”
My choice…
As if anything that has happened here has been my choice.
He played me.He played me like the blind idiot I am.
NowI feel anger.It stills the quiver in my lip, pinches off my tear ducts.Gritting my teeth, I nod and wipe the moisture off my cheeks.
When Arseni starts walking, I follow him, just to save myself the embarrassment of uselessly begging him one more time.I only have a hint of dignity left, and I’ll need it for tonight.Nikita is bound to shred all he can.
My eyes stay glued to Arseni’s back as I follow him down a hallway into the open space of what I’m guessing is a living room.My eyes finally move from him when he stops.
A man by the sofa ceases his pacing and lets his arms uncross when he sees Arseni.Then his gaze flicks to me.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”Arseni growls.His shoulders lift with tension.
The man opens his mouth, but no words come out when Nikita’s arrival interrupts.“Luka.”Nikita spreads his arms in a warm welcome that I’ll never trust again.“I’m so glad you could make it.Please,” he waves his hand to gesture toward a hall.“The party’s right this way.”
After turning back to us with his face pinching, Luka heads where Nikita waved, not bothering to respond to the psychopath.Which is a little strange considering Nikita is supposedly important.
“Why the fuck would you invite him?”Arseni sneers as soon as Luka’s gone.
Nikita’s smile drops.“He came by yesterday while you were out.It doesn’t seem he got the message I asked you to send…But,” Nikita sighs.“I’ve decided to forgive you.You’re young and impulsive; it’s in your nature to seek out those with the same maturity.”
Arseni’s back straightens as his hands flex.Nikita didn’t speak in a condescending tone—more like he was merely stating the truth.That only magnifies the slight.
“I’ve decided to embrace this,” he says like he’s really decided to be the bigger person.I don’t really know what this is about, but I can see it’s pissing Arseni off.“Now…”
When Nikita’s eyes find mine, they stay as dark as his soul, the smile he forces never touching them.He gestures where Luka went.“If you don’t mind, Margot.You’re the guest of honor.”
If I don’t mind.
I scoff aloud when I only mean to do it in my mind.Nikita’s smile slips, but he doesn’t say anything more.Arseni grips my bicep and drags me down the hall, Nikita’s cane stabbing the floor behind us.I don’t know what happened to give him that limp, but I hope it was painful.
Music comes from an open set of double doors, and when we enter what looks to be four rooms made into one, several sets of eyes turn to look at me like they were anticipating our arrival.Myarrival.Others are too caught up in their own sin to notice us.
I look around the room that’s purpose appears solely for sex.Many couples and even a pair of three people are adding moans to the musical space as their bodies mingle on top of leather couches, one of four benches, and in one case, the wall.Several pieces of equipment litter the room without any obvious purpose, but there’s one piece at the head of the room that runs my imagination wild.
Four tall, wooden posts jut from the floor with cords strung through metal rings at each of their centers.I know this is meant for me even before Arseni leads me to it.It’s too big, too spotlit not to be for the main event.
