Free SPARKS: The Smoke & Fire Series (Prequel Book 1) by Michele Wesley Page A

caress the private
parts of men and women with their hands and mouths.
     
    Debra and Rodney did clever
things with the film and angled the camera in ways that made their audience
think they were watching adults having sex with children. The sick people who
bought these types of film couldn’t seem to get enough.
     
    Pretending to have sex was bad
enough, but Sori feared it was only a matter of time before she would be forced
to start having full-on sex. Each time seemed worse than the last as she
listened to Debra and Rodney yell demands for her to open her legs wider, kiss,
smile, stick her butt out more, or bend her back.
     
    Sori endured the weight of
desperate men sliding wildly between her legs. The strong and pungent odor they
gave off while attempting to have sex with her was revolting. The men attempted
to forcibly push their erect penises through the large maxi-pad Debra made her
wear to block penetration. The constant huffing and puffing, their rancid
breath, sweaty bodies, and the way they squeezed her body when getting
themselves off was enough to make Sori cry every time.
     
    She’d seen and witnessed adults
having sex her entire life, and it wasn’t an act she wanted to participate in.
She was sickened by the sight of shaking flesh slapping against flesh, and the
screams and yells of pleasure and pain she didn’t understand. The sight of it
repulsed her, and the idea of participating in such an act made the nerves just
below the surface of her skin tighten like taut cables about to snap.
     
    After only six months, Sori’s
nightmare was thrust suddenly upon her like a fire storm. One of the main
actors was tired of pretending. He demanded that he be allowed to have sex. 
Crying buckets of tears, Sori and Sherri begged to be spared the agony.
     
    Only twelve, Sherri shared with
Sori that she experienced the horror of sex with an uncle who would sneak into
her room periodically. Sherri’s mother had caught the uncle in the act and had
blown his brains out. Unfortunately, Sherri’s mother had been sentenced to
prison, which resulted in Sherri’s stint in foster care. Now, the poor girl
found herself placed back into the hands of people just like her uncle.
     
    Sori couldn’t stomach the thought
of Sherri going through something so horrible again. Without being asked, Sori
raised her hand, “Can I do it?” Volunteering, Sori hoped to spare Sherri from
the horror awaiting, although she wasn’t sure the girl would be spared in the
long run.
     
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    Dressed in adult lingerie, Sori
listened to her foster parents shout their orders. Reluctantly, she did as told
and took her position on the bed trembling like a lamb being led to the
slaughter. Disobeying the orders of her foster parents was never a good idea.
Sori nursed sore ribs, a tender wrist, and countless scrapes and bruises for
disobeying them a few days prior.
     
    At  this point, hopelessness was
Sori’s uncaring guide. She desperately wanted to kill herself, but even death
seemed to elude her. After the last film and her beating, Sori snuck into her
foster parent’s bathroom and stole a bottle of painkillers. Hoping it was
enough to end her tortured life, her suicide attempt didn’t work. The pills
only made her throw up.
     
    Still suffering the lingering
effect of her overdose, Sori refused to look in the direction of the beast
waiting to take her virginity. Her foster parents told her she had to fight the
man. Confused by the request, she knew better than to ask questions. She
wondered why she was being told to fight now when she’d just been beaten for
putting up a fight days prior.
     
    They wanted to film a rape scene.
Their customers were requesting to see kids being raped, and Rodney and Debra
were willing to supply the demand. Hearing the word “Action,” Sori jumped. Her
body had transformed into a thumping speaker, projecting the vibrating beat and
rhythm of her fear.
     
    The man’s presence lingered over
Sori like a