She was sweet
She was caring
She was shy
She was innocent,
She was the answer.
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Mara was 17 when she left India, she was adopted by her 24-year-old brother,
Mara lived a horrible life in India though she loved the coun...
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"N-Name?" I said, I wanted to know his name as he was pretty and nice to me, I've never had that before, I just want to be loved by someone, I don't know what I'm asking for, I've never experienced love, I just want someone to, be there and care about me,
"Dominico, you can call me Nico though," He says to me and smiles, cute smile! I wanted to say that he has a cute smile but I probably shouldn't,
"Domi-n-, n-no! I'll call y-you Domi," I say, His name is hard to say, he chuckles and smiles at me,
"Okay, baby Domi it is," He says, it was close to 7 pm, so I asked if I could go see my bedroom,
"We're sharing a room," He says, no, no no no, not again, this can't be happening, the last time was when Raj- no, I can't, I try to hold back the tears, but they ca- I can't breathe,
"Jesus fucking Christ Mara, what's wrong baby?" He lifts me onto his lap but I crawl into the space behind his bed, and keep crying and sobbing, all the memories of that night come back, he's touching me, he keeps touching me, I'm moving but he's not stopping, I'm crying but he's not stopping, why won't he stop! he's the only person enjoying this, stop! please make him stop,
"Stop, P-Please just stop it! s-stop touching me, n-no!" I sob into my shirt cradling myself and putting my hands around my shoulders, I can feel Domi slowly creeping up to my side, he pulls me onto his lap as he sits on the floor, he kisses the top of my head while rubbing my back with one hand and stroking my hair with the other,
"No one's going to touch you unless you don't want it Mara, now breathe with me, in and out," he says, I start copying his breathing, my dress rides up and most of my scars are exposed but I don't care right now,
I just want all the bad noises to stop.
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Shit, I feel bad for the poor girl, I don't know why I empathize with her, she's a little girl and I'm a 23-year-old man, but Jesus, seeing her on the floor crying about whatever the fuck happened, let's be honest, its probably sexual abuse, it hurt,
I know it hurts
Mami hurt me too,
And those fucking innocent Bambi eyes she gave me,
fuck.
"Shh baby, you're all okay," I say as I whisper sweet nothings into her ear, poor girl, cant catch a break can she? its the perfect time to ask.
"Why are you crying this much sweetheart? I just want to know so I can help," its a long shot but it could work,
"The s-sector man, big tall, R-Raj, h-he touched me badly," She said almost above a whisper, I knew what she was thinking even before she was talking, it was easy to read her, I could tell that was what happened to her, it's a lot of what I see in myself when I'm vulnerable, I find it disgusting on me, not as much on her, its crazy, good girls are definitely not my type, I like my girls with experience, so its crazy that I'm this attracted to her,
"Which sector? Where is it located? i'll try finding him, making sure he's dealt with,," I say, it's not fully a lie, if I do find him Ill fuck him up but that's definitely not a priority,
"S-Sector 2, D-Dhaka, b-big bags of w-white powder, they asked me t-to take, police won't question a L-little girl," She said looking down,
(Dhaka|place in India)
Holy shit, I have sector 2s location, Fucking finally. Maybe it's worth it to keep her around. Coño now I can find my guns, my money, why mami did what she did,
(coño|Spanish for fuck)
"What about sector 3? Where is that?" I ask hurriedly, her reaction tells me that she wont answer, apparently what happened there was worse,
"N-No, hogaya, no more q-questions please, s-section 3 was b-bad," She says, for once in my life I feel bad for someone, I wish she didn't go through that, she's a sweet little giggly girl, doesn't deserve to be hurt, I deserved to be hurt,
(hogaya|Hindi for done)
"Its okay baby let's go to bed, you've had a long day huh," I say hoping she forgets were in the same bed, but I've learnt that shes is a sleep talker, her brother really did air out everything for two stacks of cash, and I cant let this opportunity go,
"S-Same bed, I-I'm scared Domi," She says in her soft voice, fuck that made my heart melt, she reminds me of.. me,
"Its okay sweetheart, it's just that this house is... big with a lot of servants, and I just wanna keep you safe Mara baby that's all," I say, I'm not completely lying, but I'm not telling the truth either, her head stays down, I sigh and bring her a pair of shorts and a tank top and motion for her to go change, if its cold and shes dressed like this the discomfort might trigger nightmares, hence, sleeptalking. She comes out of the bathroom and fuck this ones tiny, her cold hard nipples poke through and the shorts do little to hide her small cute little ass,
"Y-You go change?" She asks, I chuckle at her cute little question and take off my shirt, she blushes and looks down, I motion for her to go onto the bed, hopefully this will be easy and quick,
I walk over to her and kissed her forehead while grabbing the side of her head and pushing it towards my chest,
"Goodnight Mara baby," I say, I found it... cute how she blushed, Im supposed to make her fall for me, not the opposite
"N-Night night," she says above a whisper, jesus christ shes cute,
