i didn't get to get online yesterday due to chaos, but i got this written. Here it is. Today's post will be up later. And, i'm adjusting the date on this so i won't have two posts on the same date. It screws up the archives.
"Hush now, we don't have much time." John was dragging me off the table towards the back basement room. There was a small bathroom off that room and a lock box with extra Daddy's Little Helpers in it. my legs trembled and i thought they would refuse to carry me. i seriously considered bolting. i knew John would probably kill me, but just then i didn't care. i was beside myself at the thought of going with that old man. It was worse than anything i had imagined. It was like the clock had been turned back and i was a small child again. my mind howled, anything, anything but that. John must have sensed my impending rebellion. He wound his hand in my hair, entangling it so that i was hopelessly locked in his grip. He shook me lightly. "Hush now girl. Hush. Whatever it was this isn't that. You will come back, only a few hours. Hush now, don't make me hurt you. You be a good girl." On and on he talked. A litany of reassurance and threats intertwined. He grabbed a bottle from a shelf in the far corner of the back room. Still holding me by the hair with an iron grip he used his other hand to work the combination of the lock box. "You want this? You want me to make it easier for you?" i nodded as vigorously as i could with his hand pulling on my hair. He looked at me a minute more, staring into my eyes as though seeing me for the first time. "Please, i'll be good, please, give it to me, please." i begged in a voice i didn't even recognize. Anything anything to escape this. i wouldn't have cared what he was giving me then. Battery acid would have been preferable to facing it straight. He let me beg for a few minutes and then he must have heard what he was looking for. He scraped together a whole handful of little colored friends for me. He let go of my hair with the air of a man testing to see if his gun is loaded. But, i was now focused on his hand. He opened his palm and i snatched them away greedily. As he handed me the liquor bottle the door opened. It was Mira, a girl i would never really get to know. "John, the new girl's client left. Edward said to tell you to deliver her in about two hours, but he wants to see you first." "She's got a fucking name," he snapped. "Use it. I'll be up as soon as I get her calmed the fuck down. Tell Benny I said to come in here with her." Then he continued to feed me sweet obliviation.
