Sex Slave

Short-listed Entry: Fiction Category

By: Mike Berger

Her father was a mean drunk. He’d come home with a snout full and smack his wife around. Carolyn knew better than to try to stop him; he would end up pounding on her. When she had finally had enough she reported him to a school counselor. The cops came and hauled him away, but they only kept him in jail for three days. When he got out he was in the black mood and came after her. The only thing she could do was run. With just the clothes on her back, she took to the streets. The first night she slept in an alley  curled up in the fetal ball. She she had no money and no place to stay. She had several offers from guys on the street who offered a bed for a bang.

She nearly decided to return home when she was approached by a man and two girls in the car; the girls were her own age and the man asked if he could help. She was desperate so she got into the car with him they drove her to a high-class apartment. They fed her the first meal in two days. They took her to a quaint little bedroom and told her she could sleep there. She had no more than fallen asleep when she was jarred awake. The three of them stood around her bed. Carly one of the girls grabbed her arms, while Amy grabbed her ankles. Big Bill savagely raped her.. As he stood and put on his pants, to get some sleep. She had a big day tomorrow. She cried herself to sleep.

Awakened by Carly in her room, she hurt all over. Carly took her arm and jerked her to the side of the bed. She had been sleeping in a puddle of blood. The girl laughed and cried out, “Amy we got ourselves a virgin.” Carly told her to get out of bed and take a shower. She needed to pretty herself up; she said that her coming out party was scheduled for two o’clock. As they walked to the shower Carnley explained what her day would be like. She would meet her first John at two. He paid big bucks to be the first. Don’t fight or Big Bill will beat the hell out of you.

She hated every second of lying on her back and letting that sick old man screw her. He drooled all over her and she got sick to her stomach. Afterwards they held a coming out party that Big Bill gave her a doobie to smoke. Carly told her that it was best to smoke it it would ease the pain. Carolyn smoked the joint; she had never been high before. She hated the feeling. They explained to Carolyn that she was supposed to entertain at least two johns a day. During holidays and the Super Bowl she would have to do four. She waited for about a month for her chance to run away. Big Bill  caught her before she got very far. He beat her until she was unconscious, but he was careful not to mark her face.

Another month passed in she saw her chance; in the kitchen she found a pair of scissors. In the morning she stood behind her bedroom door. When Amy called her, she said that she wasn’t coming out. It took less than a minute for Big Bill to smash down her door and bound into the room. With all the strength she could muster, driven by seething anger, she stabbed him in the back. He crumpled to his knees and let out a loud moan. Carolyn put her foot in the middle of his back and pushed him to the floor. His eyes were closed and he quivered. He wasn’t dead. She straddled him and stabbed him again. She stood with the bloody scissors in her hand. His eye were open and fixed; his quivering stopped.

Carly came through the door and seeing Big Bill there she jumped down beside him. When she realized what had happened she looked up and snarled showing her teeth. Carolyn stabbed her in the neck.  Her face turned ghastly pale and her hand violently shook. She coughed violently as she breathed the blood from her wound. Carolyn stabbed her again. She slumped over his body. Amy appeared at the door and shrieked. Carolyn turned on her, but Amy ran. Carolyn chased her down the hallway, but Amy crashed through the window at the end of the hall. Carolyn watched her as she limped away.

She went back to her bedroom and calmly slipped the scissors in her pocket. She moved Carly body and took his wallet. She removed a wad of money. She went to the bathroom and washed her hands and found a brown paper sack and stuffed the money in. She calmly left the apartment and walked to down town. She caught a cab to the bus station. She bought a ticket home. When she got home, she’d use the scissors on her old man.

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2 thoughts on “Sex Slave

  1. TO MIKE BERGER FROM RICH SATTANNI/AUTHOR I LOVED THE SEX SLAVE STORY.I WRITE MYSTERY AND LOVED THE WAY YOUR MAIN CHARACTER WRAPPED IT UP AT THE END.BRAVO.LOOK FORWARD TO SEE MORE OF YOUR STUFF,I HAVE LOTS OF STORIES ON THE INTERNET AT info@figment .com please read some and give me feedback on the site.thanx rich

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