Page 37 of Serpentine

I’m getting too close to them, and I know it, but it’s like a runaway train that I don’t know how to stop. Even if I did, I don’t know that I would.

“Too bad, you know?” a man’s voice says.

I gasp and turn around, eyes falling on a massive man, pudgy around the middle. He’s bald, a terrifying tattoo of a half-skull across half of his face.

“I don’t like to fuck them while they cry. Usually, that’s Vito’s thing. But orders are orders,” he says.

“W—What?” I ask breathlessly, fear taking hold of me as I shift towards the door.

But he’s quicker. He locks it, pushing me back towards the sinks. I stumble, slamming into them. “Who are you? What do you want from me?”

He’s got leather covering him and a patch that says his name on his left breast. Jett.

He looks to be in his mid-thirties, and I know he’s got to run in the same circle as Miles, a rival club, perhaps?

I don’t know what to do, so I scream. “Help me! Somebody help!” It’s the loudest I can yell, and I hope the proximity to the kitchen does not drown me out.

He’s on me quickly, pressing his hand over my mouth. “Keep quiet, you dumb bitch! Or I’ll fuck you with a gun to your pretty little head.”

I whimper behind his meaty hand. It smells, and nausea waves through me.

Just do as he says. Stay alive.

Worry and panic are all I can feel, though. I can’t control my breathing and racing heart. Am I going to lose my virginity to him? I waited all this time, and it’s going to be stolen?

I can’t imagine living in a world where God would sit back and let this happen. But he does, doesn’t he? He lets people get attacked every day—to what ends?

I don’t know how the line of thinking will help anything, but it has me solvent, at least for now.

“Now,” he says, grabbing my crotch forcefully. “You’re going to let me fuck you, and you’re going to be real quiet, and maybe I’ll make it feel good for you, hm? Maybe I’ll let you come, pretty girl.”

I sob, tears sinking into his skin as he turns me around and slams my body into the cold tile.

“Why are you doing this?” I ask as he’s pulling my pants down to my ankles. I hadn’t bothered to get into new clothes at the store, so there weren’t any panties to hold him back.

There are no barriers to protect me.

Not that they would.

“Because, bitch, an eye for an eye. Or, in this case, a pussy for a pussy. Your little boyfriend thinks he can go around fucking what doesn’t belong to him? So, we’re returning the favor.”

He turns to me, and the sink bends me in half, opening me to him further.

My tears are falling like a waterfall, unaided by anything but gravity.

His belt rattles, and I close my eyes and am ready for the pain.

But banging on the door startles the man.

“Help!” I shout, but he grabs me by the hair and slams my face into the mirror.

The world spins as I slide down the sink and to the floor. My hearing and vision go static as my stomach rolls. My bare ass on the cold floor is the only thing keeping me grounded.

Gunshots sound through the fuzz in my ears, and the man in leather pulls for his weapon as Miles bursts into the room with murder on his face.

He’s faster than Jett, shooting him three times before Jett has his gun aimed. He falls to the floor.

My ears are ringing, and it takes a moment before I realize my screaming is the sound I’m hearing. I’m covered in Jett’s blood and shaking.