I woke up in his tent. He was asleep but his naked, clammy body lay against mine. I could feel his skin and body parts sticking to me. I had dreamed of The Love stage with The Darius but laying there in his tent the next morning I only felt one thing: dirty and shameful. It hurt more than with Miles. It also went all night long. I told him I was tired and ready to go to sleep but he insisted that if we didn't continue, The Darkness would arrive sooner.
I knew I couldn't just leave the tent. I knew there was nobody there for me to talk to except Miles but now Miles was in the Red Room and it was all my fault. I lay there next to The Darius and tried to breathe as slow as possible. I wanted to get dressed and I wanted to get out of the tent. It smelled of plastic tarp and sweat. Maybe I could come up with a reason, I needed to help Jonas with breakfast.
I slid my body away from his, my skin peeled away from his thighs. I moved as slow as I could. I sat up and felt something wet underneath me. I looked down and opened my legs, a stinging sensation on my backside. There was some blood. I touched in between my legs and under, near my butt. It was coming from my there. I looked back at The Darius and he was in a deep sleep, his chest moved at a steady pace from his breath. I used part of the bed sheet to wipe the blood. I stood and moved slowly towards my clothes on the ground but it was difficult to walk. My insides hurt.
I got my underwear and tried to lift my right leg up but could barely get it a couple inches off the floor. I tried to bend down closer to the ground and hook my foot into the leg hole of my panties but struggled and almost fell over.
"Do you need help with that?" The Darius asked.
I stopped trying and my panties dropped to the floor. My back faced him and I stared at the green canvas walls of the tent, keeping me from the outside world. I didn't turn around when I spoke, "I need to help Jonas with breakfast."
"I think he has it handled," said The Darius.
My heart began to race and I just wanted to be free from the sour smell of the tent. I had no one to help me and nowhere to go.
"I'm kind of hungry and want to help get breakfast started," I said, trying to sound casual.
"If you're hungry, I have something special for you. You are beautiful Ivy. One of my favorites here at Freedom House."
I turned around to face him as he lay on the mattress. His dirty blonde hair hung down in front of his face, oily from the sweat the night before. His naked body lay out and he stared into my eyes, not asking me but telling me to come to him. What could I do? He was bigger and stronger. In that moment I felt something I never imagined I would ever feel, I wanted to go home. I wanted to sit on that dirty stained orange couch in my living room apartment. I wanted to see my mother even if she was stumbling around with her glass of vodka. I wanted to see my mother. But now, I was gone for so long, I couldn't just leave Freedom House. I couldn't just leave The Darius. What would happen? What if I was never found or never seen again? And worse, what if my mother didn’t want me anymore?
"Ivy, I need you. Freedom House needs you," The Darius said, with a slight demand in his tone.
I walked over to him and laid with him that early morning. I could hear the birds chirping high up towards the bright sky. I tried to free my mind by thinking about my life on the Outside, trying to ignore everything else inside the tent. Miles tried to warn me but now he was gone, into the depths of the Red Room. I needed to find someone else to help me. I thought about this and waited until The Darius was done with me.
-Written by Sterp
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I knew I couldn't just leave the tent. I knew there was nobody there for me to talk to except Miles but now Miles was in the Red Room and it was all my fault. I lay there next to The Darius and tried to breathe as slow as possible. I wanted to get dressed and I wanted to get out of the tent. It smelled of plastic tarp and sweat. Maybe I could come up with a reason, I needed to help Jonas with breakfast.
I slid my body away from his, my skin peeled away from his thighs. I moved as slow as I could. I sat up and felt something wet underneath me. I looked down and opened my legs, a stinging sensation on my backside. There was some blood. I touched in between my legs and under, near my butt. It was coming from my there. I looked back at The Darius and he was in a deep sleep, his chest moved at a steady pace from his breath. I used part of the bed sheet to wipe the blood. I stood and moved slowly towards my clothes on the ground but it was difficult to walk. My insides hurt.
I got my underwear and tried to lift my right leg up but could barely get it a couple inches off the floor. I tried to bend down closer to the ground and hook my foot into the leg hole of my panties but struggled and almost fell over.
"Do you need help with that?" The Darius asked.
I stopped trying and my panties dropped to the floor. My back faced him and I stared at the green canvas walls of the tent, keeping me from the outside world. I didn't turn around when I spoke, "I need to help Jonas with breakfast."
"I think he has it handled," said The Darius.
My heart began to race and I just wanted to be free from the sour smell of the tent. I had no one to help me and nowhere to go.
"I'm kind of hungry and want to help get breakfast started," I said, trying to sound casual.
"If you're hungry, I have something special for you. You are beautiful Ivy. One of my favorites here at Freedom House."
I turned around to face him as he lay on the mattress. His dirty blonde hair hung down in front of his face, oily from the sweat the night before. His naked body lay out and he stared into my eyes, not asking me but telling me to come to him. What could I do? He was bigger and stronger. In that moment I felt something I never imagined I would ever feel, I wanted to go home. I wanted to sit on that dirty stained orange couch in my living room apartment. I wanted to see my mother even if she was stumbling around with her glass of vodka. I wanted to see my mother. But now, I was gone for so long, I couldn't just leave Freedom House. I couldn't just leave The Darius. What would happen? What if I was never found or never seen again? And worse, what if my mother didn’t want me anymore?
"Ivy, I need you. Freedom House needs you," The Darius said, with a slight demand in his tone.
I walked over to him and laid with him that early morning. I could hear the birds chirping high up towards the bright sky. I tried to free my mind by thinking about my life on the Outside, trying to ignore everything else inside the tent. Miles tried to warn me but now he was gone, into the depths of the Red Room. I needed to find someone else to help me. I thought about this and waited until The Darius was done with me.
-Written by Sterp
All Rights Reserved
