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The next morning, I found myself still crouched in the bathroom next to James when my alarm went off in the other room. I had been awake all night long and hadn't managed to get any sleep at all. Looking in the mirror, I could see that my eyes were dark and bloodshot. I was going to be very sleepy today. James had somehow managed to fall asleep sometime last night and was now sleeping on the cold, tile floor with his head in my lap. I stroked his long, blonde hair gently and tried to think about how I should get up without disturbing him. Normally, I wouldn't mind waking him up, but today was different. Normally, James wasn't suffering from too much alcohol consumption. I hoped that last night's events would teach him a lesson about alcohol.
I grabbed a soft, white towel from the counter and slipped it under James' head as a pillow as I slowly got up. I was relieved to see that James stayed asleep while I quietly crept from the bathroom to the bedroom. Looking through my bag, I selected a short jean skirt and a black tube top to wear. After putting on the clean garments, I pulled my brush through my hair and headed out to the kitchen. I hoped Ron had made me something for breakfast today because I was running late.
However, when I stepped into the living room, there was no sound at all and all the lights were off. Looking around the room, I found Ron lying on the couch, still asleep. Next to him on the floor was a puddle of ugly brown clumps. Ew. Apparently, James wasn't the only one who had gotten sick last night. Deciding to get out of here as fast as possible, I grabbed my purse and ran the hell out of the apartment to the bus. After the bus arrived, I traveled to the Tatou Super club as usual and headed inside.
When I reached the bar counter, I could immediately tell that something was wrong. First of all, I was completely alone. Where was Marty? He was always here by now. That was when I remembered that Marty had said that he was starting his vacation today. Marty had also said that his cousin would be here. However, from what I could see, his cousin was still absent. Deciding that I would just have to take over for Marty, I busied myself with serving drinks.
The day passed by slowly and Marty's cousin still didn't show up. I was really getting pissed off by now. Where the fuck was Marty's cousin? It was hard for me to try to keep up with all of the customers. It was even harder to try to serve drinks and clean glasses at the same time. I was really doing a job meant for two people. Luckily, the day was drawing towards the end and I only had a half hour of work left. I had a feeling that the half hour was going to seem like an eternity though.
"Hey beautiful, how are you?" a familiar voice asked me from the other side of the counter. I looked up and saw Dave smiling at me like usual. He was back to his normal personality and didn't seem to have a hangover at all. That was good. The drunk Dave from last night was kind of scary. I would definitely take the normal Dave over him any day.
"I'm okay," I said, drying off a glass and then reaching for the usual beer that Dave would no doubt order. "I'm a little pissed though. Marty's cousin is suppose to be helping me out with the job. Apparently, he decided to ditch and leave me to all the work though." I clanked Dave's beer down on the counter almost violently as I complained about Marty's cousin.
Dave looked at me sympathetically, "Aw, sorry honey. Don't worry too much about it though. You only have twenty minutes of work left. How about this, I'll call Marty for you sometime tonight and ask him about his cousin, okay?" I nodded at Dave gratefully. I did really want to find out what that lazy bastard was doing.
"Thanks Dave," I told him as he picked up his beer and retreated to the usual corner of the club where he always sat. I went back to cleaning dishes since there was a temporary lull in people ordering drinks. I had become so into my job that I didn't realize someone had stepped over to my side of the counter until I felt a shadow looming over me. Shocked, I almost dropped the glass and whirled around in surprise to see who was standing behind me. When I saw who it was, I moved my mouth, but no words came out.
"Hello Olivia, so we meet again," came Ray's calm, silky voice. I stared at Ray in shock, still unable to speak for a few minutes. When I finally found my voice, I asked weakly, "What are you doing here?" I looked over Ray's shoulder to look for an escape route if necessary. My body was in the "fight or flight" mode.
"Mind your manners, Olivia," Ray chastised, shaking a finger at me, "Don't you even want to greet me?" I stared at him stonily and told him the answer with my silence. Ray smiled at me and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, "Ah, still the rebel you were before I see. But I guess I might as well answer your question about what I'm doing here since you seem to think I am here for an immoral reason. I am here to take over my cousin, Marty's job. It's a nice coincidence we ran into each other, hm?"
So Ray was Marty's cousin! No wonder they had such a resemblance. I was really worried right now. I hated being this close to the man who had abused me so unmercifully before. I figured he couldn't really do anything to hurt me here with everyone watching, but still! He gave me the creeps and reminded me of my worst nightmares.
"A very nice coincidence," I replied to Ray stiffly and pointed at a customer who was pointing at a beer, "Now that you're here, why don't you do what you're suppose to be doing and get that guy a beer?" Ray laughed and moved over to select a beer. I inched as far away from Ray as possible and looked over at the clock. I only had about three minutes of work left. As soon as those three minutes were up, I could run out of here. Actually, that wouldn't be what I would do. I would run start to Dave. Dave would protect me and help me out of the club safely. I trusted Dave in the same way that I trusted James.
Once the three minutes were up, I turned and started towards Dave, but before I took a step, I felt someone grab my shoulder sharply, throw something over my mouth, and then kick my shins. I toppled to the floor and lay there, gazing up at Ray with hatred in my eyes. I tried to get up from the floor, but Ray pushed me back down. I tried to scream, but found it was pointless. Ray had secured a thick piece of tape around my mouth, preventing me from uttering a word. Looking around to make sure nobody would see us, Ray quickly dragged me across the floor and pulled me into a back room of the bar. From there, he went out another door that led into a remote area outside. There were a few stone buildings here, but for the most part, they seemed to be deserted.
Heart pounding against my chest and eyes looking around wildly, I tried to think of a way to escape. Ray was still dragging me across the ground painfully. I was certain that I was going to have big bruises all down my sides and belly tomorrow. Finally, Ray decided that nobody was around to see us and finally untaped my mouth.
"Let me go!" I pleaded with him as soon as the sticky piece of tape left me mouth. Ray gave me a little smirk and pulled me to my feet, "Now, I will eventually let you go, but first you're going to have to cooperate with me a little bit. First, let's have a good look at you." Ray circled around me, looking me up and down all over. He pinched my breasts and ran his hands over my ass in the most unpleasant way as he commented, "Hm, you look different. You aren't so pale and you look healthier. You're not skin and bones anymore. I wonder what's changed you so much..."
Since Ray was no longer holding my wrists, I decided to make a run for it. However, I had only gotten two steps away before Ray caught me again and pulled me back. Shaking his head at me in disapproval, he said, "You're still just as uncooperative as before. Well, I don't want to do this, but you're going to force me to." Ray pulled out a coil of rope from his pocket. Roughly, he jerked my hands behind my back and tied my wrists tightly together with the thick piece of rope.
I spat at Ray and tried to get the rope of my wrists but to no avail. Ray looked me over for a few more minutes before licking his lips sadistically. He pushed me up against the wall and slipped my tank top over my head. I wanted to fight him, but there was really nothing I could do with my wrists bound behind my back. All I could do was stand there helplessly and watch in horror as Ray unclasped my bra and then struggled to yank my skirt down. Once he had managed that, he pushed me to the ground and growled at me as he straddled on top of my trembling body.
It was only now that I was remembering just how much Ray had hurt me before. I had forgotten a lot of it after being with James so many times. But now I remembered the way Ray had beat up my body and bled me before. If nothing happened soon, I was going to be forced to go through the same torture as before. While I was thinking all this, Ray had undressed as well and was looking at my chest with interest. He traced the scar he had given me on my belly and commented, "Hm, did I give you this?"
Trying to sound defiant despite my trembling, I said, "Who else would've given me that?" Ray laughed evilly at me and continued to trace the scar, "I guess I'll always be part of you know. That little scar will always remind you of me. You'll never be rid of me, Olivia. You'll never be able to fight me. You might as well just give up now."
Ray was right in a sense. It wasn't worth fighting him. He was in charge here and I had no way to get rid of him. I might as well just do as he pleased to get this over with. Ray moved his hands up to squeeze my breasts as he asked, "So tell me about your life. What brings you to Los Angeles? Do you still know that Hetfield boy?"
Thinking that maybe talking would help prolong the rape that was sure to come, I answered Ray's questions, "My mother died and so I traveled to Los Angeles with James. We've been staying at an apartment nearby and I have a job as the bartender's assistant with Marty. Speaking of Marty, you're going to be in so much trouble when Marty finds out what you're going to do to me..."
Ray just laughed at my concerns and dismissed them with a wave of us hand, "Marty is never going to find out." I opened my mouth to protest, but then decided that that would be pointless. Instead, I thought of a question to ask Ray to keep him talking. After searching through my brain, I managed to ask in a relatively calm voice, "What are you doing in LA anyway?"
"Me?" Ray laughed again. "Since when are you interested in me, little girl?" I wasn't really all that interested in Ray, but I just wanted to prolong the rape in case someone would find us before then. Luckily, Ray decided to answer my question, "I'm in LA for the summer. I'm staying at my friend's house here."
I tried to think of another question, but my mind was blank. I didn't really have much more time to think, because that's when the torture started. Ray started twisting my nipples until my whimpers turned to loud, agonizing screams. To add to my pain, he bit down on my stomach, right where my scar was. My agony seemed to explode inside me, and all I could do was scream my heart out.
I grabbed a soft, white towel from the counter and slipped it under James' head as a pillow as I slowly got up. I was relieved to see that James stayed asleep while I quietly crept from the bathroom to the bedroom. Looking through my bag, I selected a short jean skirt and a black tube top to wear. After putting on the clean garments, I pulled my brush through my hair and headed out to the kitchen. I hoped Ron had made me something for breakfast today because I was running late.
However, when I stepped into the living room, there was no sound at all and all the lights were off. Looking around the room, I found Ron lying on the couch, still asleep. Next to him on the floor was a puddle of ugly brown clumps. Ew. Apparently, James wasn't the only one who had gotten sick last night. Deciding to get out of here as fast as possible, I grabbed my purse and ran the hell out of the apartment to the bus. After the bus arrived, I traveled to the Tatou Super club as usual and headed inside.
When I reached the bar counter, I could immediately tell that something was wrong. First of all, I was completely alone. Where was Marty? He was always here by now. That was when I remembered that Marty had said that he was starting his vacation today. Marty had also said that his cousin would be here. However, from what I could see, his cousin was still absent. Deciding that I would just have to take over for Marty, I busied myself with serving drinks.
The day passed by slowly and Marty's cousin still didn't show up. I was really getting pissed off by now. Where the fuck was Marty's cousin? It was hard for me to try to keep up with all of the customers. It was even harder to try to serve drinks and clean glasses at the same time. I was really doing a job meant for two people. Luckily, the day was drawing towards the end and I only had a half hour of work left. I had a feeling that the half hour was going to seem like an eternity though.
"Hey beautiful, how are you?" a familiar voice asked me from the other side of the counter. I looked up and saw Dave smiling at me like usual. He was back to his normal personality and didn't seem to have a hangover at all. That was good. The drunk Dave from last night was kind of scary. I would definitely take the normal Dave over him any day.
"I'm okay," I said, drying off a glass and then reaching for the usual beer that Dave would no doubt order. "I'm a little pissed though. Marty's cousin is suppose to be helping me out with the job. Apparently, he decided to ditch and leave me to all the work though." I clanked Dave's beer down on the counter almost violently as I complained about Marty's cousin.
Dave looked at me sympathetically, "Aw, sorry honey. Don't worry too much about it though. You only have twenty minutes of work left. How about this, I'll call Marty for you sometime tonight and ask him about his cousin, okay?" I nodded at Dave gratefully. I did really want to find out what that lazy bastard was doing.
"Thanks Dave," I told him as he picked up his beer and retreated to the usual corner of the club where he always sat. I went back to cleaning dishes since there was a temporary lull in people ordering drinks. I had become so into my job that I didn't realize someone had stepped over to my side of the counter until I felt a shadow looming over me. Shocked, I almost dropped the glass and whirled around in surprise to see who was standing behind me. When I saw who it was, I moved my mouth, but no words came out.
"Hello Olivia, so we meet again," came Ray's calm, silky voice. I stared at Ray in shock, still unable to speak for a few minutes. When I finally found my voice, I asked weakly, "What are you doing here?" I looked over Ray's shoulder to look for an escape route if necessary. My body was in the "fight or flight" mode.
"Mind your manners, Olivia," Ray chastised, shaking a finger at me, "Don't you even want to greet me?" I stared at him stonily and told him the answer with my silence. Ray smiled at me and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, "Ah, still the rebel you were before I see. But I guess I might as well answer your question about what I'm doing here since you seem to think I am here for an immoral reason. I am here to take over my cousin, Marty's job. It's a nice coincidence we ran into each other, hm?"
So Ray was Marty's cousin! No wonder they had such a resemblance. I was really worried right now. I hated being this close to the man who had abused me so unmercifully before. I figured he couldn't really do anything to hurt me here with everyone watching, but still! He gave me the creeps and reminded me of my worst nightmares.
"A very nice coincidence," I replied to Ray stiffly and pointed at a customer who was pointing at a beer, "Now that you're here, why don't you do what you're suppose to be doing and get that guy a beer?" Ray laughed and moved over to select a beer. I inched as far away from Ray as possible and looked over at the clock. I only had about three minutes of work left. As soon as those three minutes were up, I could run out of here. Actually, that wouldn't be what I would do. I would run start to Dave. Dave would protect me and help me out of the club safely. I trusted Dave in the same way that I trusted James.
Once the three minutes were up, I turned and started towards Dave, but before I took a step, I felt someone grab my shoulder sharply, throw something over my mouth, and then kick my shins. I toppled to the floor and lay there, gazing up at Ray with hatred in my eyes. I tried to get up from the floor, but Ray pushed me back down. I tried to scream, but found it was pointless. Ray had secured a thick piece of tape around my mouth, preventing me from uttering a word. Looking around to make sure nobody would see us, Ray quickly dragged me across the floor and pulled me into a back room of the bar. From there, he went out another door that led into a remote area outside. There were a few stone buildings here, but for the most part, they seemed to be deserted.
Heart pounding against my chest and eyes looking around wildly, I tried to think of a way to escape. Ray was still dragging me across the ground painfully. I was certain that I was going to have big bruises all down my sides and belly tomorrow. Finally, Ray decided that nobody was around to see us and finally untaped my mouth.
"Let me go!" I pleaded with him as soon as the sticky piece of tape left me mouth. Ray gave me a little smirk and pulled me to my feet, "Now, I will eventually let you go, but first you're going to have to cooperate with me a little bit. First, let's have a good look at you." Ray circled around me, looking me up and down all over. He pinched my breasts and ran his hands over my ass in the most unpleasant way as he commented, "Hm, you look different. You aren't so pale and you look healthier. You're not skin and bones anymore. I wonder what's changed you so much..."
Since Ray was no longer holding my wrists, I decided to make a run for it. However, I had only gotten two steps away before Ray caught me again and pulled me back. Shaking his head at me in disapproval, he said, "You're still just as uncooperative as before. Well, I don't want to do this, but you're going to force me to." Ray pulled out a coil of rope from his pocket. Roughly, he jerked my hands behind my back and tied my wrists tightly together with the thick piece of rope.
I spat at Ray and tried to get the rope of my wrists but to no avail. Ray looked me over for a few more minutes before licking his lips sadistically. He pushed me up against the wall and slipped my tank top over my head. I wanted to fight him, but there was really nothing I could do with my wrists bound behind my back. All I could do was stand there helplessly and watch in horror as Ray unclasped my bra and then struggled to yank my skirt down. Once he had managed that, he pushed me to the ground and growled at me as he straddled on top of my trembling body.
It was only now that I was remembering just how much Ray had hurt me before. I had forgotten a lot of it after being with James so many times. But now I remembered the way Ray had beat up my body and bled me before. If nothing happened soon, I was going to be forced to go through the same torture as before. While I was thinking all this, Ray had undressed as well and was looking at my chest with interest. He traced the scar he had given me on my belly and commented, "Hm, did I give you this?"
Trying to sound defiant despite my trembling, I said, "Who else would've given me that?" Ray laughed evilly at me and continued to trace the scar, "I guess I'll always be part of you know. That little scar will always remind you of me. You'll never be rid of me, Olivia. You'll never be able to fight me. You might as well just give up now."
Ray was right in a sense. It wasn't worth fighting him. He was in charge here and I had no way to get rid of him. I might as well just do as he pleased to get this over with. Ray moved his hands up to squeeze my breasts as he asked, "So tell me about your life. What brings you to Los Angeles? Do you still know that Hetfield boy?"
Thinking that maybe talking would help prolong the rape that was sure to come, I answered Ray's questions, "My mother died and so I traveled to Los Angeles with James. We've been staying at an apartment nearby and I have a job as the bartender's assistant with Marty. Speaking of Marty, you're going to be in so much trouble when Marty finds out what you're going to do to me..."
Ray just laughed at my concerns and dismissed them with a wave of us hand, "Marty is never going to find out." I opened my mouth to protest, but then decided that that would be pointless. Instead, I thought of a question to ask Ray to keep him talking. After searching through my brain, I managed to ask in a relatively calm voice, "What are you doing in LA anyway?"
"Me?" Ray laughed again. "Since when are you interested in me, little girl?" I wasn't really all that interested in Ray, but I just wanted to prolong the rape in case someone would find us before then. Luckily, Ray decided to answer my question, "I'm in LA for the summer. I'm staying at my friend's house here."
I tried to think of another question, but my mind was blank. I didn't really have much more time to think, because that's when the torture started. Ray started twisting my nipples until my whimpers turned to loud, agonizing screams. To add to my pain, he bit down on my stomach, right where my scar was. My agony seemed to explode inside me, and all I could do was scream my heart out.
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