Intertwined

Chapter 23

*Trigger warning*

Lauren's POV

The man parks the van, gets out and comes around the back of the van to open the back doors and let me out. He grabs the chains and drags me as if I'm a dog on a leash. Around us I see a very run down neighborhood with ugly houses, an old road, and old cars. I see a couple men on the porch of a house nearby and they're wearing very large pants that hang off their asses and large t-shirts with stains on them. They wear a couple of gold necklaces around their necks and have cigarettes in their mouth. One of them cat calls me. He then begins yelling, "Yo Lloyd! Is this a new one? She's fine. Let me get some of her!" 

The man, whose name I now know to be Lloyd, just shakes his head and keeps walking, dragging me behind him. We go around back and onto the back porch. He takes a key out of his pocket and opens the door. Upon opening it a strong scent of alcohol and cigarette smoke hits me. The disgust within me builds even more when I see the condition of the house. There were tons of dishes in the sink and they were piling up and around the sink with bugs in it. The floors were filthy and had dead bugs scattered here and there, the ceiling had mold growing on it, and everything was dusty. Lloyd takes me up the stairs and throws me into an empty room, tying my chain to the floor outside the door and then locking me in the room. I see that there must have been someone who had occupied this room before because there was a small square cut at the bottom of the door so that my chain can go out the door and be tied and untied from the hook that was in the hallway. I look around and see a mattress on the floor with a thin, dirty blanket on it and in the corner of the room there was a couple of vials and needles lying around. I'm guessing those are drugs. 

I put my stuff down beside the mattress and sit down on it. The room is bare. No window, no closet, just four walls and a mattress. There is a single light bulb that's barely lighting up the room right now. I can't help but feel trapped. My chest feels so tight in this tiny room and just me being in it. I begin to panic. My breathing begins to quicken and the world starts to spin. The tears in my eyes build up until one finally spills over and down my cheek. I bring my knees up to my chest, rocking myself back in forth as my heart pounds out of my chest. I sob comes out of my mouth. I immediately regret it when I hear heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. The door bursts open revealing a very drunk Lloyd. How the hell did he get drunk this fast?

"Stop crying you whore. There is no crying here. I will give you something to cry about if you keep on with this. Now stop." He says loudly, slurring his words. I wipe off my tears and try to calm myself down to stop the redness in my face. But I guess I failed horribly because the moment I feel a tear slip out of my eyes from the fear that I am under, Lloyd slams the door shut and comes charging over to me. He grabs my face roughly causing me to whimper, only fueling his anger even more. "You bitch. I told you to stop crying! Ain't no man gonna want a whore that is scared of her own shadow! I'm not gonna get any money with behavior like this! I'm gonna show you what there is to cry about." He rips off my dress along with my bra and underwear leaving me completely naked. I try to move away from him to stop what I knew what would happen but that only made him angrier. He smashed the bottle of alcohol that he had in his hand over my head before slapping me in the face several times and punching me in the chest, stomach, and face before standing up and kicking me. He then stopped. By now I had my eyes closed from all the pain. There was a moment of silence and then I heard a zipper becoming undone. A few moments later a heavy body is on top of me and I feel an excruciating pain in the area between my legs. I'm slapped several times throughout the event. He finally finishes and begins to kick me once again. "Never. Fucking. Do. That. Again!" He says in between kicks. He stops, puts on his clothes again and exits the room, slamming the door behind him leaving me naked with tears streaming down my face quietly.