Angel (Club Nymph Book 2)

by Abby Gale

  I saw the door open from the corner of my eye, but didn’t even turn my head. I knew what was about to come. Since he fucked me with my permission my routine was my daily shot of drug, morning fuck, and breakfast… sometimes not in that order.

  And then I was lying in bed until the second shot of the drug. As I lay down on the bed I didn’t feel anything but sweet dullness. I was feeling empty, but a hunger I had never felt before started to show itself. It made its way to the surface slowly but surely, bringing the madness with it, forcing the sweet numbness away. I didn’t care about breakfast or being treated like a sex toy again –I wanted him to fuck me in the first place, anyway.

  The first a few days of my captivity I was screaming, crying… I was a mess because of the situation I was in, and mostly because of the guilt I felt for the state I was. After those first days, my hope for escape died slowly but surely. I just wanted to keep being alive. The urge to cry or scream wasn’t there anymore and instead all I felt was the scorching lust, consuming sexual tension because of the porn I kept hearing. Then, the drug started to affect me more and more. It erased everything but the exhaustion behind that faked numbness. All those emotions left a gut feeling that something wasn’t right, but the protesting in my mind was too weak and my body was too tired to notice it. For four days, my mind was silent except for the cries of another shot of numbness.

  All I cared about was the drug… I wanted it in my veins. I needed it.

  “Good morning, Cupcake,” Mike asked, smiling sweetly. He put the tray on the chair next to the bed.

  I sat up, scratching the skin where Mike injected the drug every time. Even my skin wanted it; the itchy feeling was getting stronger each day.

  “Did you bring it?”

  My voice was tired and every muscle in my body was aching, the only cure for me was the syringe in his hand.

  “You started to like it more than you should, don’t you, Angel?”

  “Give it to me!” My voice sounded like a growl, but I was desperate.

  I noticed Mike didn’t make any move to inject me. He only looked me down and laughed.

  “Mike… give it to me,” I said again, trying to sound seductive.

  “No,” he shrugged and went to the dresser.

  “What?”

  I was trying to understand what he meant. I felt dizzy with the mere possibility of not having my shot. He came back next to me with a new t-shirt in his hand and said, “Don’t worry, Angel. I’ll take care of you, but no drug for you today.”

  “Mike, please…” I begged as he lifted me to his arms and placed me on the dresser like a baby.

  “Shh, I love it when you scream my name, not when you’re numb,” he said, sucking my bottom lip into his.

  “But I love how it makes me crazy for you, how it makes everything brighter, more intense,” I said, licking his lip, moving my hands down his sides until I reached his ass.

  “I said no,” he told me sternly, but didn’t push me away from his lips.

  My hands moved up and down on his back until I stopped on his ass again. Both of his pockets were full, one with what I needed –the syringe, the other with what I should have wanted to find –a knife.

  In that state of mind, I only cared for the drug though. But Mike stopped my hand from grabbing the injection and I pulled out the only thing I could –the knife. Before I comprehend what I was about to do, I plunged the knife at what I could reach –his face.

  His scream filled the room and his hand loosened around my hand.

  I didn’t pull the knife out of his face, instead I moved it down till his cheek split open. The blood, the angry tissue of his cheek didn’t even bother me. There was only one thing in my mind –my shot of bliss.

  I stopped my torture only when I pushed the syringe to my arm. The relief was instant. My body sighed in pleasure, the itchy feeling left me. I was content, even happy.

  “You fucking bitch!”

  I felt the stinging feeling of Mike’s slap, or maybe punch, but my body was gliding on rainbows; I didn’t care. A hard kick on my stomach brought me back to reality for a second, but the drug pulled me back deeper into bliss. His groans of pain, the sharp close of the door and the sound of the key locking the door repeatedly were only whispers in my ear… whispers that I ignored.

  Lying on this hard floor, I was happy as the drug pulled me deeper into a fake heaven, but in reality it was pulling me away from myself and turning me into a monster.

  MIKE –Age 17

  “Kacey,” I half groan half warn her what is about to come if she keeps stroking my dick. She is the hottest girl in school and in a weird way she wants me to fuck her. Girls her age seem to like the fucked-up boys, they are generally throwing themselves at me even though they know the woman who raised me, even though they know what her career is. It is pathetic actually, but maybe in a neighborhood like this I am the best option they have and that is even more pathetic.

  “Are you sure you’re just seventeen?” she asks for the sixth time since I got her in the house. I roll my eyes and only nod. Nat was nowhere to be seen when we got home and I want to send Kacey away before she comes back.

  I don’t call Nat mom or mother or anything else but her name anymore, since I turned fifteen, since she was so wasted she wanted me to fuck her. I didn’t, of course, but since then something changed in me toward her –my childish love turned to hate and vengeance that day. She is still after me, still wants me to fuck her at every opportunity she can find. She comes for me as Theo fucks her in front of me, looking deep into my eyes with her half closed eyes and that turns me the fuck on. I’ve gotten off on that for two years.

  Before I was fifteen I didn’t leave the house because I loved her, I wanted to be able to protect her from Theo. After I turned fifteen I kept staying because I was waiting for the day that I would get my revenge against both of them.

  “God, Mike… you’re so big! So much bigger than any of the guys from school,” Kacey purrs into my ears. I can only take this as a compliment since she’s fucked every guy in school till I finally accepted her, even the teachers.

  I snort, “I told you that you wouldn’t be ready for me even after you fucked everyone at school… and you still did just that, didn’t you?”

  “I learned things to please you,” she says seductively, licking her full lips. She has a body that makes every man fall to their knees in front of her, she makes them eat from her palm like puppies, but for almost two years she was after me. Now, I want her to show me what she really learned. “Do your best,” I challenge her.

  She gets in front of me with her elegant but seductive beauty and my cock immediately jumps into the game. She unbuttons my jeans and her small hands are wrapped around me. Leaning back I wrap her hair around my fist and close my eyes as she works my dick with hunger.

  “You fucking bitch!”

  I open my eyes with the angry scream. Nat is home and she is pulling Kacey by her hair. Kacey’s painful scream fills the room and she runs away the moment Nat lets her free.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” I yell at Nat, but her eyes are roaming my body with hunger like I said nothing at all.

  “That girl? You think that girl will make you come?” she says, coming closer to me. She grabs my still-hard dick and squeezes it with enough strength to make me groan.

  “Don’t touch me,” I manage to hiss.

  “Why not? You want to fuck me and I want you to fuck me,” she purrs and licks my neck. I am paralyzed. I know I have to get away from her, but another part of me doesn’t want that.

  “Why are you doing this? Why can’t you be a proper mother? Is it too hard?” I ask, my voice sounds vulnerable and I hate that, but I wanted to ask these questions to her for so long I didn’t care how I sounded as long as she gives me an answer.

  “How many times do I need to tell you? I. Am. Not. Your. Mother!”

  “You always say that, but you never answer when I ask what that means?!” I
shout at her face.

  “I am just fifteen years older than you, Mike. Yeah, my life was fucked up and I know I’m twisted in the head and that I like things that I shouldn’t, but even I’m not that fucked up to give birth at that age.”

  “Tell me everything,” I whisper.

  She stays close to me, her fingers are still teasing my abs and my cock, but she starts to talk.

  “I was on the streets when I was twelve. Your mother was a prostitute and one night she saw me alone and scared. She gave me a place to stay, took care of me as much as she could. She tried to keep me out of the streets and even though I wasn’t a virgin I experienced enough shit to take a break so I appreciated her help,” she says and stops with no intention of keep going.

  I wrap my hand around her hair, forcing her to look at me by pulling her hair. “Continue,” I growl.

  “Mmm… you’re making me wet,” she purrs, but with a look from me she continues. “Then your father came, he was a rich man. He was your mother’s only customer for a year. Your mother was like his mistress, he gave her enough money to rent a house and keep us fed. When I turned fourteen your father wanted me to join them too and I accepted, I didn’t want him to take away the money. When we found out that your mother was pregnant with you, your father was out of the country. He was in China or something for a long business trip. When he came back you were already born and she said to him that you were mine instead, to protect me. Because he was mostly rough with her, but gentle with me. He had a soft spot for me.”

  “So you know who my father is? You knew it all these years and never told me?!” I shout.

  “Yes! Because he didn’t want you to get in touch with him,” she screams.

  “Who is he?”

  “I’m not gonna tell you that.”

  “Natalie. Don’t push me. Who is he?” I growl.

  She only licks her lips with a sexy smirk on her face. It’s been more than a week since Theo last came and I know she is horny, but also she isn’t wasted much. With knowing that she really isn’t my mother the warning in my mind about this being wrong vanished. All I see is a hot woman who wants to be fucked in front of me and I want to fuck her till she can’t walk, but I have to get answers first.

  “Natalie,” I warn.

  She pushes her hand deeper into my jeans and strokes my cock. “What will I get in return if I tell you who he is?” she asks.

  “You want me to fuck you?” I smirk.

  “Yes. I’ve wanted it for years.”

  “Okay, tell me everything and tonight you’ll get what you want,” I say, pulling her closer to me.

  “He is a senator. Henry Harrison,” she whispers.

  “What happened to my mother?”

  “After you were born, Henry was so angry at your mother that she let me give birth to you. He said we should have taken care of it. So he didn’t come back again, only kept sending money for you. But your mother really loved him, it made her depressed. She was always sick after that. And she cut her wrists like a mad woman,” she finishes explaining with a sick laugh.

  I push her away from me.

  “Where are you going?” she cries out, but I don’t answer.

  I need to wrap my head around all of this… so I run. I run into the woods.

  *****

  My mother has never been my mother.

  My pleasure has been forced on me, it has never been mine.

  My life has never been mine, all has been a big lie.

  And I have gone through so many things, lived in a hell…all for nothing.

  Now, it is time to get my revenge. I’m gonna take control of MY life back from now on. And I’m gonna fuck up everyone who has tried to take it away from me.

  Doctor’s Office–December 15, 2015

  “Did he rape you, Angel?” Cynthia asked.

  She was always asking questions and with the look she had on her face, I could say that she thought her questions were easy… they weren’t.

  “I don’t know.”

  She lifted her head from her tablet, in shock; that was the only unprofessional emotion I caught in her for a few seconds, but she immediately got a hold of her emotions and schooled her expression.

  “What do you mean, you don’t know, Angel?”

  “It isn’t rape if I wanted it, right?” I shrugged. Not feeling anything, I was empty.

  “It still can be.”

  “Define rape to me.” My voice was robotic as I answered her.

  “If you said no but he didn’t stop, that is rape. If you weren’t a willing partner, then it is rape. If you weren’t conscious or if you were under the influence of alcohol and if he took advantage of you, then it’s rape, Angel,” Cynthia explained, slowly.

  “Under the influence of alcohol… what if I was under the influence of drug or mind games?”

  “Well, let me ask you the question again, then. Did he ever take advantage of you when you weren’t conscious or when you’re under the influence of drug or when you’re not thinking clearly?”

  I noticed her anger, it was almost parental like she wanted to protect me from all that. It was useless and meaningless now, though.

  “Yes, at first…”

  “How are you feeling about that?” she asked this time. I shrugged.

  “Why are you so calm about that?” she persisted.

  “Because even if it’s rape in your book, he never hurt me. I hurt him.”

  She wrote down something on her tablet and clasped her hands under her chin before asking,

  “Why did you want the drugs?”

  “Because my body wanted it.”

  “But before that, before your body got addicted to it, the first days… why, Angel?” she asked.

  I could say “I don’t know” like I always did, but her eyes wouldn’t miss a thing as all her focus was on me and I went with the truth.

  “I wanted to stop feeling guilty.”

  “Guilty for what, Angel?”

  “For everything…”

  MIKE –Age 17: The same day

  Rage is the most dominant emotion I’m feeling. When Nat told me everything it started as shock, turned into sadness, but as my childhood played behind my eyelids all emotions morphed into anger – a rage like the molten lava that consumes everything in its path.

  They fooled me, betrayed me, and ruined me.

  They took away everything from me.

  They erased every sliver of hope for happiness by stealing my identity from me.

  Who am I now?

  A bastard no one wants. A bastard even his dad is ashamed of. A bastard who is stupid enough to believe he has a mother, someone who would love him unconditionally.

  How delusional I was all those years?

  Nat always told me she wasn’t my mother. I knew from the beginning she only hated me. And after I turned into a teenager, transformed into a man, she only wanted me to fuck her senseless just like her Theo or her Johns before him.

  I stop pacing when I hear a crunching noise behind me. I turn to look for the source of it.

  This place is my sacred place, the only thing I call mine.

  Who is trespassing?

  My vision turns to red as all my anger and sadness focuses on the person who tries to trespass in my place, who tries to take the last thing from me.

  Something white catches my attention behind a tree.

  “Show yourself!” I holler.

  A familiar voice whispers, “Mike.”

  “Kacey?” I growl. She moves behind the tree and shows herself to me.

  With three long steps I get to her face. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I yell at her, enjoying the way my voice makes her jump.

  “I saw you run out from the house. You looked so furious I thought maybe you could use some company.” Her voice was sweet… too sweet.

  I let my eyes roam over her body. Her white shirt still half-open, and doing nothing to cover her big tits. Her school skirt is so short, barely covers her ass. I won
der how she walks around like this but then I remember she has already fucked half of the town.

  “So you want to keep me company, hmm?” I take a step toward her. My inner wolf hungrily growls when she takes two steps back with fear, but her fear isn’t enough to cover her lust for my dick.

  “Ye-yes,” she breathes out.

  “How will you entertain me?” I ask, crowding her between the tree and my body. She sucks in a deep breath when I push one knee between her legs.

  She lifts her chin with fake bravery and bites her bottom lip seductively. “Maybe we can finish what we started.”

  “You chased me here, into the woods, just to get my dick inside your overused pussy?” I smirk at her and without giving her a chance to answer I palm her tits. Her head thuds against the trunk of the big tree, revealing her delicate neck. I focus on the heartbeat at the side of her neck; the fast rhythm hypnotizes me.

  I rip her shirt, causing her to shriek with the sudden movement, but I don’t care about anything else but the pulse on her neck. I’m a wolf on the hunt and she came right into my den.

  I hear her say something, but nothing matters anymore. I rip the rest of her clothes and turn her over, pressing her face to the hard surface of the tree. Her scream looms over the woods, giving an eerie feeling to the shadows of trees surrounding us as I free my cock and thrust into her with one harsh movement, but I don’t stop.

  She is the one who came here, to my sanctuary, seeking for trouble, for something she’s not capable of dealing with.

  She is the one who takes the last thing I have left – my privacy – and unleashes the beast inside me.

  Now it is time for her to face what she provokes inside me.

  Her pulsing neck thickens and throbs as she keeps screaming because of my brutal thrusts, taunting me, hypnotizing me with its sweet rhythm. I want to see her bleed. I want to taste her blood.