Chapter Twenty-Five: Strip Show:
He sat among a sea of stuffed animals in a state of the art theater. The
brightly colored lights focused on the stage. He waited for today's main
attraction. Finally, the lush red velvet curtains went up. His lips curved into
a smile. She stood before him on stage. Invisible gold chains held her in place
by the ankles. He took time dolling her up while she was out cold last night.
She still had a loli theme in her clothes. The lights shined on the pink and
white rhinestones on her short skirt. She clenched her fists at her sides.
He clapped his hands. "Come on, daughter!" he shouted. "Give us a show!" He
pulled out a remote and hit play. Cheers and stripper music filled the air. She
gritted her teeth.
She stepped forward. The black stage felt cold under her dainty bare feet. The
chains jingled behind her. Her dignity shrank away with each step. She wanted to
scream once again. His pleasure already showed in his eyes. She stood still. Her
chest heaved up and down as she began to scream a familiar rape poem in her head
like a sedative.
A sudden below:
the great wings beating still
Her eyes couldn't face his. How could they? The man she loved stabbed her in the
back. That's one betrayal that a lover can never recover from.
Above the
staggering girl, her thighs caressed
She grabbed onto her glittery white and navy schoolgirl top and slid it off.
That bastard stared intently with hunger in his eyes.
By the dark
webs, her nape caught in his bill,
She reached behind her and unhooked her lacy black and red bra. She moved slow
enough to turn on her captor.
He holds her
helpless breast upon his breast.
Bra landed on the stage behind her.
How can those
terrified vague fingers push
The cold instantly hit her bare skin. He didn�t care about how she felt. He just
wanted a good time to behold.
The feathered
glory from her loosening thighs?
She slid off her pink and white rhinestone skirt.
And how can
body, laid in that white rush,
He watched her while licking his lips hungrily.
But feel the
strange heart beating where it lies?
The stuffed animals watching in the audience didn't help either.
A shudder in the
loins engenders there
Glass black eyes all laughed at her.
The broken wall,
the burning roof and tower
They all made her grit her teeth.
And Agamemnon
dead.
Her own screaming in her head grew louder.
Being so caught
up
She grabbed onto her black lacy sequin thong panties and slid them down.
So mastered by
the brute blood of the air,
She stood there with her arms high into the air, naked and exposed.
Did she put on
his knowledge with his power
The cheering and music faded from her head.
Before the
indifferent beak could let her drop?
Tears streamed down her face. Not ones of sorrow, but ones filled with rage as she plotted a way to escape this nightmare once and for all.