Free A Vulnerable Broken Mind by Gaetano Brown

her lungs. She wasn’t allowed much time as she was pulled up to her feet by her hair. “Spread your legs, whore, time for your first lesson.” She wasn’t given the option to protest as he kicked her legs apart himself. She could hear him undoing his pants. He wrapped his arm around her to pull her closer. She felt mortified as his penis pressed against her.
    “No,” she said with a whimper. Her tears were seeping through the blindfold.
    “You’re not getting out of this,” he said, satisfied. She could feel him reposition himself behind her and could feel his penis against her vagina. “This is what a whore does.” She took a deep breath and tried to prepare herself but there was no way to do that. He thrust forward and she screamed in agony as he forced himself inside of her. He then put a hand on top of her mouth. “Be quiet, bitch.” Every thrust was like a gunshot to her body.
    She fought to stay quiet. “Where is the dignity in this ?” She thought to herself but there wasn’t any answer. She had been stripped of all of her rights, her humanity, and her soul and this man who was abusing her simply didn’t care.
    All she could do was stand there and take it. Her pain meant nothing to him. He was hurting her to the point where she wished for death. “How can someone be so heartless and be so cruel?” She continued to think to herself .
    It seemed to go on forever. Amber’s body was sweating from the heat that was generated by their bodies. She wanted to scream badly until her voice was no more but feared what he would do to her. Her eyes were closed as she tried to clear her mind and hide the pain. She finally realized that she would be fooling herself the same way she was fooling him.
    After a long while, his thrusts were finally slowing down. She could feel his heavy breathing on her back. He finally stopped and pulled out of her. As soon as he pulled out, Amber’s legs collapsed from underneath her and she fell back down to her knees.
    “I will admit, baby, you’re really good,” the man said as he tried to catch his breath. She could hear him pull up his pants and, once he was done, he walked in front of her.
    Amber just sat there; she didn’t have the strength to move. If it weren’t for the chains, she would have been flat on the floor. He grabbed her by the neck, pulled her head up and started to choke her unexpectedly. Her exhaustion made the air in her body completely evaporate within seconds.
    “Now, you’re going to start listening and doing what you’re told, right?” The man asked sharply. Amber was unable to answer right away. “RIGHT,” he then shouted.
    “Y…Yes,” she choked out and he let go. She once again collapsed and tried to catch her breath.
                  “Good, now get some rest. I’ll be back in an hour. I’m not done with you yet,” he said in a self-satisfied tone and then he walked out. Amber was left to hang there, sweaty, violated and humiliated.
                  With the blindfold still in front of her eyes, it was easy to doze off. While her better judgment told her not to sleep, her body was far too drained to handle anything else. She closed her eyes and almost instantly fell into a deep sleep. The type of sleep where it didn’t matter where you were or what position you were lying in, you were comfortable.
                  Through her sleep, she began to hear footsteps approaching her. These weren’t the heavy footsteps that the man had. These footsteps were much smaller and had a tapping sound to them.
                  The feet got louder and louder and, soon enough, they stopped in front of Amber. A hand began brushing through Amber’s hair. It wasn’t the big, rough hand that the man had. These hands were small and pleasant and very comforting to her.
                  The hand slipped down to the blindfold. It pulled the blindfold off and Amber looked up to see who had done it.