“Yeah, I know. But I guess I just don’t want it to end. You’re the only person I’ve ever really felt safe with, and you’ve always seen me.”

“Trust me, Mouse. Too many people see you. You’re beautiful.”

I blush and attempt to pull away. I’m not good with compliments especially because you really believe them. “No, you don't do that. You don't pull away. It’s me and you, Mouse. The two of us against the world.”

You kiss me. Your lips press against mine and you slowly kiss me again and again until my lips part. Your tongue eases inside, but it’s nothing like the devouring kisses you usually give me. It’s more. It’s like you’re making love to me with your mouth, and you’re trying to get me to believe that I am beautiful.

After some time, you pull away from my mouth and you kiss me everywhere. You start at my forehead and move to my eyelids, then my cheeks and down my neck. You take your time, not leaving an ounce of exposed flesh without your kiss. Then, once you thoroughly kiss where you can see, you take off my shirt for the first time. The warm air hits my skin and you blow on my nipples making them instantly hard.

“So beautiful, Mouse,” you say kissing my collarbone, the sides of my breasts, and skipping my nipples, you move to my stomach. It’s one of the first times in my life that you make the need inside of me feel like it can explode. I had no idea I could want you so much, but I’m not ready and we both know that. Finally, after my torso is kissed completely, you move back to my breasts. With deliberation, you kiss my nipples. Slowly at first, alternating between the two until I am arching for more. You pull my nipples in between your full lips and suck them. Your tongue and teeth flick and pull making me moan.

“Jesus, you’re sensitive. I could taste your skin all day, but you’re making me so goddamned hard, it hurts,” you pant. Your hazel eyes look up at me and they’re wild. I wonder if your patience is slipping.

Unsure of myself and what to do, I reach down and rub my hand on your cock. You groan. I love the noise. “God, baby. This isn't supposed to be about me.”

My breath hitches. You’re so hard. I can feel you straining against your jeans. You reach down and undo a button and pull out your long, thick dick. I haven’t seen it before, so I’m surprised by your size. My palm clumsily runs up your silky shaft. Your skin is so smooth, but my movements are inexperienced and jerky. “Relax,” you whisper as you place your hand over mine, and set a steady rhythm. Once it seems like I have the hang of it, you let go of my hand and move your head back to my breasts sucking and making me want. Want what, I’m not really even sure. I just know I need more of the pleasure you’re giving me.

“Can I touch you, Mouse?”

I look up at you and nod that I want that.

“Can I stick my fingers inside of you? Can I feel you squirm until you’re cumming on my hand?”

God, I had no idea you could be so dirty. “Gunner,” I whimper as your hand slips in my jeans and your finger begins to slowly swirl on my clit.

“Say it, Mouse.”

“Yes.”

You grin and then tell me, “Keep pumping.”

I didn’t realize I’d stopped, so I begin again, but my breath catches as you penetrate me. Your finger moves inside me. It’s the first time I’ve ever felt anything in there. I would’ve thought it would hurt, but you push in gently and bring my moisture out and rub it around my clit. I have my first orgasm that night. It’s exciting, but what is more exciting to me is that I give you yours. The look on your face was my precious gift. I’ll always think about it.

The creaking of my door took me from my thoughts. I pulled my knees up to my chest waiting to find out what would happen next. Would it be Enrico? What would he do to me?

I steal a glance to see one of Enrico’s men carrying a tray of food. “Please help me,” I whispered.

The man blinked at me and then set the tray down.

“Why am I here? Why is he doing this to me? What did I do to deserve this?” I didn’t think he’d answer, but I hoped. I needed something.

The man with nearly black eyes darted his eyes to the left and right making sure no one was listening. “Shut up, puta. You’re a toy to him. This is what he does. He finds the girls with your look and he uses them for as long as he likes. You shut up and make your pussy useful, you live a while. You whine, maybe not so long you live. The last girl, live not so long,” he shrugged like he was indifferent to it. Could that be the only reason I was taken?

The food tray clattered as it hit the cement floor and the man’s boots echoed on the hard floor as he walked away like he hadn’t just delivered another punch.

I was on borrowed time. I tried not to think about his words, but they sat in the back of my mind. What kind of psycho was I with that did this to women simply because he could? I had to survive this. I had to.

Eyeing the food, I wasn't as famished as I was the last time, so this time I kept the blanket wrapped around me as I grabbed the tray and brought it back to the cot. I took my time eating, then drank the cool juice. My throat felt better than yesterday. Yesterday? Could that have been a whole day ago? I had no way of telling how often they were bringing food or how long I slept. My thoughts moved back to Gun and I hoped he didn't think I abandoned him. I hoped he knew how much I loved him. What if Mrs. Warner calls DFS? What if they send him to a home that hurts him? No. No, I can’t let my thoughts go there. I had to just pray that he was safe and if she did call DFS, he is placed with a loving home. My eyes begin to feel heavy and thoughts of a perfect life for Gun help me drift away.

Chapter Eleven Charlie

I was being moved. Hands were under my armpits and my feet were dragging along the ground. I tried to blink, but my eyes were heavy. Too heavy. Blackness-- the heaviness felt like a blanket suffocating my senses.

Something was cool beneath my skin. I was laying down. My eyes still too heavy to see where I was. What was happening?

Pain, blinding pain, beyond anything I could imagine. I was screaming. My eyes flashed open just as they pulled away a large… Holy shit, was that a branding iron? The smell! Oh God, the smell. Was that my flesh? The pain was so intense. Bile hit my throat, and I couldn't help but throw up. The side of my face was pressed against a cold metal table, but I couldn't move my head. Vomit went off the side and hit the floor, the splash echoed in the room.