He pulled a knife out from a holster around his waist, the sun glinting off the sharp, narrow blade, and placed the tip at the neckline of the cotton dress the federales had given me to wear. Pressing the blade in until I felt it lightly puncture my skin, he began to drag it down, slowly. I stared as blood spilled down my chest, the dress ripping down the middle as he went.
The pain was intense, almost sickly. I sucked in my breath, trying not to scream, trying so hard to hide my fear but when he got to the soft of my stomach and pressed the blade further in, I couldn’t hold back.
I cried out, turning my face away from the sight as he quickly brought the knife down, ripping the rest of my dress. Without undergarments, I was completely exposed, naked and bleeding before them like I was about to be burned at the stake. My gash stung from the air, causing tears to well in my eyes.
“Spread her legs,” the man said to the men below him.
I wouldn’t plead. I wouldn’t ask them to spare me. I would take it like I had taken it from Salvador, from his men, once upon a time when I thought life was a worse fairy-tale than this.
I’d been wrong.
Nothing had been as bad as this.
My legs were wrenched apart.
The man undid his fly, took his disgusting appendage out and started stroking it in front of me. I looked away. The other men started hooting and hollering and I shut my eyes, praying that Esteban wouldn’t want to share me this way, that he would have a change of heart. But I knew my wishes were useless. Esteban wanted this and I, I brought this all upon myself when I believed he was better than the person he was.
“Look at me bitch,” the man said, grabbing my face with one hand, sending me into a swirl of pain. He forced me to face him as he grinned at me and his grubby fingers thrust between my legs. With an angry push of his cock, he entered me and I felt as if my body were being torn apart. More than that, I felt my soul was too and that I might never be able to piece it together again. I felt stolen. My insides were nothing but dirt.
The man licked up my face with his sour, wet tongue as he thrust hard in me, the pain almost splintering, like it was breaking off into slivers that dug deeper and deeper. I closed my eyes tight and did what I could to go off into another place, like I had done before, but that place felt out of reach. As he jabbed himself inside me over and over again, like a sweating, fat pig, his greasy hands clawing painfully at my breasts, only then did I hear Esteban.
“That’s enough,” Esteban said loudly from behind me. “Pull out of her, you fuck. She’s not getting fucking pregnant by someone like you.”
The man sneered at me, on the verge of coming, but did as he was told. He then proceeded to jack off until he was coming all over my body, his semen mixing with the blood. After a satisfied grunt, he leaned in close to me, snorted up something deep from his throat and spit it directly in my face.
I flinched and he laughed loudly in my face – “fucking puta” – before walking away.
“Have you learned your lesson yet, Luisa?” Esteban asked and then he appeared in front of me. His shaggy, highlighted hair fell across his face, making him look younger, something I hated. I hated that a monster could walk around in this disguise, pretending to be human when he was anything but.
I didn’t say anything. I could barely breathe from the pain.
Esteban reached over and wiped the spit from my face. He took the spit, looked at it dripping down his hands, then put it between my legs, roughly pushing his fingers inside me.
“You’re still not wet,” he said, his mouth close to mine, eyes watching me like I was his to eat, to destroy. “I thought a whore was always ready.”
I turned my face away.
“You think I’m disgusting now, don’t you?” he went on, voice amused but with an edge, like he would snap at any moment. “You didn’t before. All those times we fucked but I guess I was just fucking you. You are such a fucking cunt, you know that. A god damn stupid little twat who thought she could cheat on her husband and get away with it. Did you actually trust me? Could you actually have been that dumb?”
Suddenly he grabbed me by the crown of my hair and shoved my head back into the pillar, my skull nearly splitting. “Are you that fucking stupid!?” he screamed in my face. He thrust his fingers further inside me, but the pain from my head was still washing over me like thick, hot sauce. “I was such a waste of your time! You thought I actually liked you. You thought I was actually attracted to you! You’re nothing but this, a fucking cunt!” He curled his fingers inside me and with great force, dragged them out of me, his fingernails scraping down my inner walls until I screamed.
I screamed and screamed and screamed until he head-butted me and then unconsciousness came for me like a dark, welcome blanket. Esteban ordered the next guy to take me but by the time the man came up, his dick in one hand, a belt wrapped around his other, I went under, to a place I hoped I would never arise from again.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Esteban