The Boss - Part 1(edit) & Part 2 "The Trick" free porn video

*If you already read part 1, go straight to part 2. There are no differences other than some corrections.*

I’m only republishing part 1 to correct some errors, and because it makes more sense like this, since it is about the same night.

This is a fictional dark fantasy story that will contain romance and some vanilla parts to it, but mainly consists of blackmail, rape, and violence. I don't condone or partake in any of the actions portrayed here.

This is for people like me, guys and girls, who like this kind of harsh stuff with a good story. For those of you out there, enjoy.

***THIS STORY CONTAINS FICTIONAL RAPE, BLACKMAIL, AND VIOLENCE. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. YOU’RE WARNED.***

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The Boss

“Sir, she is here,” Brandon, my security guard came to the living room to tell me.

“Good,” I said, putting down my cigar. “Tell Edgar to wait in the car. Be sure he put her phone inside the jamming box as I instructed, and keep it that way until he brings her back. No interruptions and nobody inside the house until I say so, understood?”

“Of course, Sir. I’ll bring her in,” he says and leaves at once. He had a smirk on his face, I had as well. Brandon was as trustworthy as they came, and everytime I was up to something he was the only one I could really count on. One, because I paid him well enough, two, because sometimes I’d let him have some fun himself. I’m nice like that to those who thought like me.

Alissa walked in, as stunning as I could remember from all the parties I threw for the staff of my company. Tall, slender, sleek black hair down to her waist, and skin as white and undefective as the most expensive porcelain. The girl got through the door and I could bask in how afraid, how awkward she felt. I loved that. She walked in and, by the time she got near the enormous leather couch I had at the living room, I could already hear Brandon leaving and locking the front door.

I sat comfortably on the couch opposite to where she stood coyly, not knowing what to do.

“Have a seat,” I ordered. She inhaled deeply and followed my instruction, sitting on the other side of the C shaped couch. Smoke was still coming out of the cigar resting in the tray on top of the short center table.

“I believe you already know why you are here,” I stated. She nodded, and I could see her beautiful black eyes watering. “Those papers over the table, close to you, are all information on what your father has done in the last eight years he’s been working for me. You can take your time and inspect them if you want, but what you’ll find is evidence enough to put your dad in jail for at least eight years. Maybe more considering the strength of my lawyers.”

She looks at the papers as if she is staring at a thing that came out of a nightmare, then she shakes her head and says, “I don’t need to. I saw what you sent me.”

“Good. I wouldn’t put you in this situation unless I was absolutely sure of the destructive power this would have on your family,” I said coldly looking at her, “But if you do as you’re told, everything is going to be fine. You’re going to finish high school, go to a good college, and your father will be stealing money from me until he happily retires, as if nothing ever happened. Let’s just hope he doesn’t get ambitious to the point it is not worth having you around anymore.”

Alissa puts on a fake resolute face, but that didn’t stop the tears from running down her adorable teenage cheeks. "What do you want from me?" She asked.

"I was trying to make this more casual. We could have had some drinks… Maybe it could have turned around better for you, had you been smart enough to play along," I say while getting up, reaching for my cigar, smoking, and then puffing straight to her face. She cringed. "But since you're brave enough to ask questions like that, I think you can face the inevitable truth as well: I want you to be my whore."

I stood right in front of her, and I was looking her straight in the eyes when they got wide. Apparently, saying it out loud just turned things real for her. She froze in place, shocked.

"What? You asked me bluntly what I wanted from you. There you go," I said sitting back on the couch. "Hopefully, you're going to be around me for a long while, so I'll give you a piece of advice. Try to enjoy yourself. Make me happy, and there’s a chance you’ll be happy too. There are perks for being close to a powerful man like me. And I know very well I'm not hard to the eye, much the opposite."

That was true. I'm a tall man in his early forties, well built, muscular. My chin is chiseled, and I always have a very well defined and trimmed beard on my face. My black hair is always back in a stylish fashion, and I already have some grays on the sides, which I was told were very attractive to some kinds of women. Being attractive, it was never hard to have a gorgeous woman by my side. I was married to a very beautiful girl in my early twenties, when I was fresh out of college, and I wasn’t this rich yet. Now it was more a question of choosing which one.

Problem was, I only got the feeling of successful possession I craved for when I was manipulating them. I used to have a deal with a model agency, so they would send their new models to me for a try out. Unfortunately, the risk of being sued or brought to the authorities was always big, and using those girls had two particular problems. One, supermodels are particularly dumb, and having them around became annoying everytime they didn’t have a cock in their mouths. Two, most of them enjoyed it a little too much. Soon as they saw me and realized they wouldn’t get fucked by some old fart, they already became very receptive to my demands. Once they realized who I was, and how massively rich I was, they saw it as a chance to seduce me, and my fun was over.

As a result, this blackmail/rape thing became my main relationship style. I would pick a girl, discover how to make her submit, and abuse her until I broke her, and she wasn’t interesting anymore. After a while I started preferring young teenage girls, as their inexperience made the ride last longer. That is what I planned to do with Alissa, one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. When I finally got the information that her father was stealing huge amounts of money, and blackmailing the employees of one of the branches of my company himself, I didn’t get angry at all. I got excited instead.

“Ok. Now that you understand, let’s start. Stand up and undress yourself,” I said.

Instead of doing as I told, she put her shaking hands on her face and started crying.

“Alissa, you came all the way here already,” I said in a soothing tone. “I can release those papers still, and nobody is going to know you were ever here. Is that what you want?”

Reluctantly, she got up. Trembling, the girl grabbed the hem of her black tube dress and pulled it up and off her in a single motion. Still in her pretty white lace bra and panties and wearing her black high heels, she crossed her arms in front of her breasts and looked down, crying. Her adorable face was red, especially the upper cheeks and her little nose. I took a moment admiring her skinny, slender figure. She had that beautiful thigh gap that let me see the contour of her pussy, which was exactly as I liked: no volume, no visible clit, just two delicate mounds divided by that adorable slit.

I got rock hard instantly. It was always very pleasurable to take my time at this part, to play with them. In Alissa’s case, I decided to torture the young girl pushing a bit harder from the beginning.

“You’re beautiful. So fucking beautiful. Turn around for me now,” I instructed and she did it promptly, maybe seeing it as a chance to keep her underwear on for a little longer. I grinned, “Now bend until you can put both your hands on the couch.”

Alissa looked back, over her shoulders, terrified. I just gestured with my finger, “Go on.”

She sobbed loudly, and obeyed. Suddenly her heart-shaped little butt was openly there for me to see. Her skinny and long legs trembled so visibly, so beautifully.

“Now slide off your panties,” I commanded.

“No!” She cried, getting up, and for a moment I thought she would run.

“Listen, you have two options. Or you’re a good girl and obey, or I’m going there and I’ll rip it off of you myself. If you misbehave, maybe you’re not even going back home tonight. Nobody knows you’re here, remember? You are mine, now. I can do whatever the fuck I want to you. It will just be better for you if you comply, already.” I said it all very calmly and she started crying even more, loudly, as if I had gone there and hit her. I smoked my cigar and waited. I had won, and I knew that.

“P-Pleeease…” She begged, sobbing.

“Alissa, hands on the couch, panties down. Now. I’m losing my patience.”

And she did it. Shaking, she bent forward until her hands touched the couch, then she reached for the sides of her panties and slid them down slowly. When she had it slid down to her knees, I told her to stop and put her hands back on the couch. It was quite a show. What a beautiful view it was. Her pussy was small, as tight and virginal looking as I could hope for. It had an impeccable tone of pink, as did her tiny little butthole. I was, more than ever, convinced that I had made the right choice with her.

“Wow. That’s beautiful,” I said, more to embarrass her than to make a compliment. She sobbed even more. “ Are you a virgin, Alissa? Tell me the truth.”

The girl sniveled, “N-No.”

“Naughty girl. How many times?”

“O-Once.”

“When?”

“L-Last y-year…” She stammered.

“Look at you! A freshman year slut!” I said and she whimpered. “You went to prom with an older guy, I guess.” The girl went instantly silent. “It is… Jamie. His name is Jamie, right?”

Alissa gasped, and tried to look at me from her position. She was, yet again, shocked. Her eyes were wide, terrified.

“Don’t look at me like this. I know everything possible about you. That’s one of the reasons I chose you. I have access to all your information, your phone, your computer… Everything. You and I are going to get along just fine. I know you are not a slut. You are going to be MY slut, though. By the way, you won’t be with Jamie or anybody else, you are my girlfriend now,” I said getting up and starting to unbuckle my belt.

I couldn’t hear her crying anymore, just the sound of her gasping, as if she was about to have a panic attack, or a heart attack. When she heard me moving she started to get up straight, and I said “Ah-ah, stay the way you are.” So, when she heard me unzipping my pants behind her, she started to cry again.

“N-No! Plea-ase! No!” She started begging again, and tried to stand up.

I grabbed her firmly by the waist with one hand, while with the other I reached for her back and I pushed her down, until her face pressed against the couch. “Move again, and I’ll hurt you more than by just shoving my dick inside of you.”

She whimpered loudly, while I started to rub my swollen cock head up and down her little pussy. “Nooooo! P-Please! PLEASE!” Alissa begged incessantly with her voice a little muffled by the couch, and her face was covered by the black veil formed by her splayed hair.

Without pushing, I slowly digged with my cock until its head was between her labia. Alissa was unexpectedly dry. Usually when I got to this part they were at least partially wet. I also noticed the disproportion between the considerable size of my cock and how tiny her pussy looked. That would be interesting.

Breathing hard with excitement, I gave her the sentence, “Ok, time to close our deal. Brace yourself.” And grabbing her hard by the waist, I started pushing it in.

“Aaaagh! Ouuuch!”

It didn’t go in at first, so I started pushing in and out, little by little breaking her resistance, not caring how much strength I had to use. About the same time, I started feeling the skin of my dick stretching, Alissa began howling in pain.

“AAAAAUUUGH! AHHHHHHHHH! NOOOOOOO! YAAAAARGH!” She screamed from the top of her lungs, and tried to reach back with her hand to stop me. I got hold of her thin wrist tightly, and pushed even harder. “HUAAAAARGH!!!”

Until, for what I imagined were fifteen or twenty seconds of pure and sweet torture, the tip of my dick trespassed the tightness of her entrance. She gasped loudly, sharply, and started wailing again. I withdrew from her fast, and pushed it in again, going deeper.

The way her young pussy gripped my dick was unbelievable. Even after fucking an impressive number of women before, even in situations like this, where they are dry and unreceptive, I never fucked such a tight pussy. I started groaning loudly.

Soon, I finally felt her getting wet, a natural response. Because of that, I could get deeper and faster, and in no time I was viciously assaulting her tiny entrance.

“AH-AH-AH-AUGH-AHH!!!” She groaned loudly for me, still begging for me to stop, while I was having the time of my life.

I was always pushing as deep as I could, savouring that priceless tightness. Her groans and moans were beautiful, her soft, girly, and agonizing voice resounded all over the mansion, just as the slapping sound of my pelvis hitting her butt from behind. I still had at least an inch of dick that hadn’t gone inside of her yet, and I figured it was because of her position. So I pushed her back further down, made her arch her back and stick her little butt up more, then I tried to thrust it all in. Before I could, the tip of my dick banged against her cervix, which made her howl yet again, desperately. I just kept doing it with a grin of satisfaction on my face. Even that was perfect.

“HUAAA-AAAAAAGH!!! N-N-NOOOO-OOOO-OOOO!!! STOP! S-STOP P-PLEASE! IT H-HURTS!!!”

Obviously, I didn’t stop. I kept ravaging her, feeling her squeezing me even harder, her body shaking even more. The bad part was that I was about to come, and I didn’t have the willpower to stop, so I could start again and savor her more.

When she seemed to be losing her mind, screaming with a worn out voice and begging God for help, I blew inside of her. While buried as deep as I could inside of her, I ejaculated what felt like the biggest load I had ever produced in my life, straight into her womb.

I fell on top of her, making her crumble over the couch. I breathed hard, while she moaned softly, still crying. Feeling extremely appreciative for the way she made me feel, I couldn’t resist the urge to hug her, and I did. She fought me at first, but weakly. I wrapped her in my arms, getting a hold of her arms that were crossed over her breasts, and I pulled her to the floor. I sat with her there, on the comfortable and thick black fur rug, holding her sitting in between my legs.

With my chin resting over her shoulder, and feeling her panting, I said “You are incredible.”

“Y-You are a monster,” she wailed back.

“The worst part is over, and you survived.” I said lightly kissing her shoulder.

“It i-is not o-over…” She cried softly. “You w-won’t let me go.”

“The world is like this, sweetheart. Monsters own it, reign over it. Make this monster like you, and you’ll have the world.”

She looked back at me, still sobbing. I saw a little bit of resignation in her eyes. I loved to give them hope, to then violate them until they forgot about it. Then I’d do it over, and over again, until she was broken for good.

I licked a tear that runned down her cheek. “For bad, or for good now, you are mine.”

Alissa shivered.

Part 2 - “The Trick”.

You know, when you are experienced at doing things like this, you don't usually get carried away. You think meticulously, as you try to get the best results possible, even when you are excited, or nervous, or worried about the outcome. It is the same of when you try to close a big business deal. You can't show all your cards, and you shouldn’t go all in if you don't know for sure you have the winning hand. I had three possible options available at the moment.

One possibility was too keep fucking Alissa. That's what I actually wanted to do. Just by having her there in my arms for a minute, caressing her young body while she trembled like a scared little animal, made me hard again in no time. She most certainly could feel my erection rubbing against her bare bottom. I undid her bra, tossing it onto the rug near the rest of her clothes, and I played with her young breasts. Though they weren't big, they were firm, and they fitted my hands perfectly. Her nipples were almost the same tone of her bright skin, but with a light tone of pink, and they were erect, as it should be. She just sobbed softly as I did it, exhausted. I figured that, if I wanted to fuck her again, she wouldn't have the strength to even try to resist.

The second possibility was to send her home right away. But that's another thing I learned in life. The way you let a night end always influences the way the next days will follow, so if I wanted this to go the right way - and by this I mean controlling this girl and abusing her for the foreseeable future - I had to play my cards right. That's another thing I learned from my business career, never taking anything for granted.

So, I went for the third option. I had her father's mistakes to bring her here, but if I wanted to keep her in the long term, that wouldn't suffice. I had to have something on her as well. And I knew exactly what to do.

"I read everything you have in your computer, you know. I know the way you feel, I know about the fact you're depressed and all of that," I said while occasionally kissing her shoulders. She gasped. "Calm down. You can trust me. I'm good with information. Everything I know about you is just between just you and me."

"I know it will sound ironic, even hypocritical, to say that, but you can trust me. This is why I have to tell you that if you try to kill yourself, our deal is off, and you know what it means."

I couldn't seize her reaction, as she had her back towards me, but her breathing changed into a short, scared one, one I hadn't seen so far.

"Shhh… Calm down," I tried to appease whatever she was feeling, "I'm saying this to be frank with you. As I said, I know you. Better than anybody else, by now. What I'm proposing is another deal. One that works for tonight. Be a good girl, get along for the rest of the evening, and I won't fuck you again today or do anything else to you until it's time for you to go home. And you know I could, as I know you can feel how hard you are making me."

Alissa gasped again, but didn't say anything.

"Will we try that or can I start thinking about how I'll fuck you next? I'm pretty sure you are very sore right now, so think well," I said and bent back a little with her in my arms, so she slid down my chest a bit and I could have a look of the side of her face, "Deal?"

She looked at me, her face red from crying and fear all over it. I repeated, "Deal?" And she nodded.

"Beautiful," I said. "I won't touch you again, but you do as I tell you, and you treat me as somebody that is trying to be good to you."

I got up and gave her a hand so she could get up. The poor girl had a hard time standing, what was beautiful to see. I could also see a line of sperm drizzling out of her lovable slit, and it was stained with blood.

"Sit down. You're going to have a drink with me," I said reaching for the crystal bottle over the center table. My cigar still burned in the ashtray.

"I-I don't drink," she replied softly and inoffensively.

"Nonsense. Like all the good things in life, you have to get used to it," I said while pouring us some in a glass, sipping from it and handing her the glass. "Go easy, but drink some."

I said, and she hesitantly did. I expected a grimace, even though the whiskey was very, very smooth. But, to my surprise, she drank it nicely. Just a sip. Then she gave me the glass back while I sat beside her.

Then I tried to make conversation. I asked things about her that she would be ashamed to answer, like when she first felt attraction to men, what made her decide to lose her virginity, how was it with the kid, how she hid it from her parents, etc, always giving her the whiskey glass back after I took a sip myself, leading her to think that what I wanted was just a kinky talk.

Soon, the beautiful Alissa was talking to me without crying, and even boasting some confidence. I got some interesting insight on the way she thought, which I'll share with you in a future moment, but the good part was that she had fallen in my trap.

I made very reasoning comments about what she said, very comprehensive all the time, and she was noticeably feeling more comfortable, as she trusted that I wouldn't do anything to her that night anymore, which was true… to a certain extent.

After half an hour and noticing her getting groggy, I said "This is really nice. I'm having a really good time with you. See, that wasn't bad at all. Now I just want to ask you to do something…" and soon as I noticed her getting stiff again, I added "Don't worry, no sex and no touching involved."

I got up to the place I was before, where I fucked her, in front of the couch, and now facing her.

"I just want to have another good look at you, and you'll show me that you trust me. A leap of faith of sorts," I said giving her my hand, she hesitantly took it and got up. "Can you do it again? Bend forward and show me your beautiful little pussy?"

Alissa cringed when I said that, and I loved it. She thought about it for some seconds. When she looked about to start crying again I begged her not to do so, saying that everything was ok, that I had hurt her enough tonight. Apparently, that was enough to comfort her. The beautiful girl turned around and, shaking, bent forward all the way until her head and arms were on the couch. There it was again, that beautiful, tight, heart-shaped ass, and that oh-so-tight young pussy, even though I could see how it was still gaping a little bit due to how hard I pounded it half an hour before.

"You are so beautiful…" I stated yet again, and she ashamedly hid her face, pressing it against her crossed forearms laying on the couch. It was enough time for me to, silently, get a hold of my phone. I put the camera on behind her back and started talking to her. "You are such a sight, you know? I know you probably don't want to hear this, but I'm really glad I have you here."

She didn't reply, as expected.

Then I said, "I want you to tell me you love doing it with me, in a way I believe it. Use your words. Say you're my whore, and I'll let you go home. I promise."

She inhaled deeply.

"No crying, I added. Make me believe, and you're on your way home."

"I-I love fucking with you. I'm your whore." Alissa said awkwardly.

"That's not enough. Come on! You can do better! I'm being nice to you!" I said with a little laughter.

She sighed, sounding a little more comfortable with the situation. I pressed the record button, as the camera caught her beautiful body and a little of her face, no longer covered by her arms.

"I loved having sex with you, Mr. Cagliari.”

"Oh, you did, pretty thing?"

"Yes. I'm your whore."

I felt excited. Really excited. Her voice sounded adorable. I wished I didn't have to make her trust me, so I could plunge everything I got into her right away, but I had plans. That didn't stop me from pushing her a little more. I could always edit the video.

"Do you want me to make you cum later on?" I asked, and hoped that she was going for it, doing her best so I'd let her go.

"Yes. I never had an orgasm in my life. Please. Just not tonight. The first time got me so sore… I don't think I can."

"That's my girl."

And that was it. I stopped the recording with a big fucking smile on my face.

I put the phone down without her noticing it, then I touched the side of her butt and she shivered. With a little slap, I added "You're perfect. Thanks for playing along. You just made me very happy. The driver will take you back home, and he will drop you one block away from it so nobody sees you getting there. If you need anything, anything at all, text me on that number I gave you." I said and she promptly got up, picked up her clothes and started putting them on, which I enjoyed watching from my seat at the couch, cigar already back to my lips.

When she was about to leave I stopped her. "Hey, come here and kiss me goodbye."

She looked at me almost in panic, stuck in place for some seconds, so I added "Come on. I don't bite. Yet."

And Alissa crossed the room fast, looking gorgeous in her black tube dress and heels, bending to kiss me on the cheek, crying yet again.

"Ah-ah," I stopped her again. "Here." I took a finger to my lips.

She looked at me with a mix of fear and disgust on her face.

"Just a peck, come on."

And she kissed me lightly, then she turned around to leave, and I called her again. I asked her to stop for just one second while I called my security, and I reached for my phone. She stood right there, looking at her feet, fidgeting.

I called Brandon first, "Hey, we're done here. Get the car ready." Then I swiftly turned the Bluetooth on, connected to the speakers in the living room, scrolled to the part of the video where I supposed was what I would like to hear and…

"...Loved having sex with you, Mr. Cagliari.”

"Oh, you did, pretty thing?"

"Yes. I'm your whore."

It resounded throughout the whole living room.

Alissa looked at me, her eyes wide again, shock all over her pretty face.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t leave it just to the memory. Don’t worry, you’ve been a good girl. This is between us. It’ll never see the light of d…”

Before I could finish the girl was already running in my direction, heels and all.

“Y-YOU BASTARD! YOU M-MONSTER!”

She wasn’t very fast, with her wobbly legs from all the fucking, and wearing heels, so I had more than enough time to get up. When she reached for the whiskey bottle over the table I already had my hand around her thin wrist. She was screaming like crazy, when I heard Brandon open the door and rush inside.

“Go back, Brandon! I got this!” I said while twisting her arm and making her fall onto the couch with me on top of her. Brandon knew to trust me, so I didn’t even have to look at him, or say it twice. He just left and locked the door again.

Even though she was thrashing like a mad woman, it wasn’t hard to get a hold of both her wrists and pin them on top of her head, then I slapped her face. Not hard, just a warning. Her head yanked left, and there it stayed, her lustrous and long dark hair splayed all over. She went immoble, in shock.

“I admire your spirit, girl…” I said through clenched teeth, while I struggled to position myself and put her panties aside, out of the way. “But you shouldn’t have done this. Now I can’t help myself.”

She didn’t fight. She didn’t look at me. She kept looking to the side with a lost glare. I spit on my hand and rubbed my fingers at the tip of my cock, completely hard again, to make this fast. I wanted to be inside of her again as fast as possible.

Wasting no time, I pushed it in again. Alissa winced, and then let out a defeated, agonizing cry. She was as tight as before, but it was easier to get in. In no time I was fucking her viciously. Her young, delicate body, just rocked to my movements while she groaned to every thrust.

“Huungh! Huuuh! Agh Huuuuuh!”

I moaned gladly, savoring my girl. In and out, not taking it completely out, not pushing it completely in either, just fast, hard strokes. Her slender, skinny legs just bounced to the movement, and I even had time to admire the thin line of black pubic hair she had crowning the shape of her young pussy. It was a dream, a vicious dream. She had lost, and she knew it. I couldn’t have hoped for a better outcome. I was dying inside from letting her go home without fucking her again. Now I had that amazing pussy gripping my cock again every in and every out.

“W-What a good g-girl you are,” I said under my breath while fucking her non-stop.

Depending on how hard I pounded, or how fast, her beautiful voice switched from a cried moan to a high pitched groan, tears always running down left, falling over the couch. I bent over her, took the hair out of the way to admire the side of her face, and I kissed her neck, her collar bone. Her smell was amazing, sweet and fruity. In no time I felt an orgasm coming, so I quickened the pace, making her squirm, cry, not uttering a single word.

Then I buried all in once again, and I unloaded everything deep inside of her. Alisssa closed her eyes, shaking hard, and her full lipped mouth turned into a silent “O”, while I grunted loudly.

When I stopped and took my dick out of her vandalized pussy she didn’t react either, just stayed there with her legs spread, one arm falling off the couch, breathing deeply. Cum mixed with a little blood oozed out of her. I just sat at the couch, recatching my breath and looking at her.

We stayed in silence for a good minute, while I was back to my cigar. Until she whispered, “Can I go h-home?”

“You can. Give me just one second,” I said, and I walked fast to my study and back with some wet tissues. She didn’t move. I caressed her inner thighs with no reaction on her part, and then started wiping her little pussy clean, while she gasped, still crying. Yet, no resistance at all.

Watching her feeling so embarrassed, so abused, it was one of the most exciting things I’d ever gone through. I was loving that. I tended to her like she was a doll, a gorgeous, and super expensive sex toy. After I cleaned her from all the cum and blood, I put her panties back in place, and I carefully closed her legs. Then I bent forward and hugged the broken young girl, making her sit, while the only thing she could do was tremble and cry.

“Do you want to spend the night? It would be better if your parents didn’t see you like this.”

She finally looked at me, confused, traumatized. “I-I c-can’t.”

“Of course you can. You have a room here already, with anything you might need. I even had the walk-in closet set with clothes for you.”

Alissa looked at me, confusion all over her face. Words weren’t sinking in anymore.

“I j-just wanna go home… Please, P-please...” She cried softly, looking me straight in the eyes. “I-I can’t do it anymore. I feel sick. It hurts…”

I caressed her cheeks, and she let me do it. No grimace, no disgust, no wailing, just begging sad eyes and tears making her eyelashes look even longer, thicker.

“Promise me you will go straight to your room. You’ll do your best so your parents don’t see you like this, and if they do, you’ll come up with something.” I said. “Promise, and I’ll let you go.”

“I promise,” she answered, clumsily standing up. Then while she fixed her dress, she added, “Don’t worry. T-They don’t care about me.”

I put on a robe, and I walked her out. We didn’t exchange any other words. Trembling, she stayed by me and Brandon while Edgar pulled over in front of us.

“See you in two days, Alissa.”

She just looked at me, her face still red and her eyes a little swollen from crying so much in the last an hour or so, then she nodded resignedly.

After the car left, Brandon looked at me, “Everything all right, sir?”

“Everything is perfect, my friend. Just perfect,” I replied, getting back inside the house.

A2O - 2020

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