The Unfortunate Face
**ROMANY**
***\-Flashback-***
*My body, still burning, begins to throb as my heart rate skyrockets. Antony holds my back against his chest, his hands mangling my breasts as he stills and his cock pulses inside of me. His lips feel good against my naked shoulder because every inch of me is on fire and every time he licks me, he puts a little of it out. His tongue swirls over my flesh and I shiver and moan.*
*“I’m going to have you,” Antony whispers in my ear. “I’m going to take you from him and keep you as my own.”*
*If Antony doesn’t let me go I’m going to vomit all over him.*
*“Would you like that, baby? Do you want to be mine?”*
*I close my eyes as the burning begins again and I begin to retch right there on Antony’s lap.*
*“Oh fuck!” Antony shouts, right before he dumps me onto the floor at his feet.*
*I hit my knees, crawling away from him and toward the water cooler as quietly as possible. I don’t want Alex to notice me because he might not let me drink, so I move slowly, taking the ground between me and my prize just a few tiny inches at a time. I’m almost there, I’m nearly beneath it when someone steps in front of me, blocking the path.*
*I whimper, preparing to beg the man to move, but before I can so much as lift my head, the stranger’s leg goes flying out and he kicks me away from him.*
*I tumble onto my back and the feel of the hardwood floor on my naked skin is like heaven for a moment, so I simply lay there, allowing the cool oak planks to soothe the burn that continues to rip across my flesh. Staring up at the ceiling, my vision begins to swim, so I turn my head away from it, focusing instead on the different sets of eyes that glare at me from across the room. Their faces don’t come into focus right away, but the longer I stare back at them, the more their features begin to show. There are at least a dozen men in the room and they all appear to be watching me. Their gazes are hungry, their lips twisted, their smiles too wide. The sharp tip of a shoe prods one of my breasts and the wearer kneels down in front of me, giving me a close-up view of his unfortunate face. He’s hideous, with skin like old leather that is decorated in bumps and warts.*
*His sharp gray mustache hovers over his lip as he spits at my face, the ball of slobber splattering onto my cheek. “There’s your water, bitch.”*
*I wipe his disgusting phlegm off my face and decide to go around him. My throat is too dry. I need water. It almost feels like I’m slowly choking on sand, my throat so dry that I can’t even manage to close my mouth properly.*
*Pushing off my knees and onto my feet, I try to take a step around the man with the unfortunate face and he shoves me back toward the ground, saying, “Crawl, Puta. The way you were meant to, eh!”*
*I land hard on my hip, but I hardly feel the impact beyond the burning of my skin. However, when I look up, I realize I’m closer to Alex’s chair and the glass that still sits at the corner of the table, but when I see that it is still empty I want to die. A sob escapes me and I try to cry only to find I have no tears, no moisture at all, I am literally burning from the inside out like there is a roaring fire in my veins. I can hardly take it anymore and I would scream if I could, but my vocal cords are devoid of lubrication.*
*Suddenly I am lifted from the ground and wrapped in someone’s arms.*
*Alex.*
*He gazes down at me with dark troubled green eyes, his eyebrows furrowed as he shakes his head, clenching his jaw in anger. “You are still burning up,” he growls. “You were given too much,” he whispers.*
*“Alex… why..? Why would you…” I trail off in disbelief, the sound of my raspy voice making me feel abused and worn out. My body shudders at the memory of Enzo and Antony, and of the nameless man with the soulless black eyes.*
*I wriggle in Alex’s hold and another wave of the strange sensation that pulses within my core hits. It’s almost like being on the edge of a constant orgasm and I am slowly going mad. I begin to pant, my body going hypersensitive and blazing hot. I’m fucking melting and I tell myself I need water not sex.*
*“Alex… no more please. Please… I just need water.”*
*Alex stares down at me, his gaze tracing my lips and the green of them darkening with what looks like regret.*
*He seats himself in his chair with me on his lap, straightening my clothes so that I am completely covered and then he feeds me glass after glass of ice cold water.*
*And all the while the men in the room stare.*
***\-End of Flashback-***
I remember almost every little detail of that night now. How odd that I didn’t before.
As I sit and stare at Ruiz’s father, the urge to spit in his face is almost too great. But then, he would certainly do something horrible in retaliation, and I DO NOT want my face to look like his, so I’ll keep my mouth closed, for now.
My heartbeat is drumming in my chest as I attempt to listen more intently than ever before. I find it hard to believe that Ruby and Santos have no idea these assholes just walked in. They know. They must. I have to believe that.
For one thing, Ruby always prepares for any and every surprise that might come her way and Santos… well… he just *always* seems to be a few steps ahead… so I hold on to that knowledge. Treasure it. *Use* it to shake the fear out of my eyes and glare back at the inhuman goblin with the gray mustache.
Antony Angeletto slithers further into the room, taking a seat in the arm chair in the corner, the one protected from outside view by the drapes. He grins at me, his cold black eyes flashing with contempt.
“Wouldn’t you rather have a seat on my lap, sweetheart?” he asks, no small amount of venom in his voice.
I snort, “No thanks, I haven’t been drugged yet today, so I won’t be taking that ride a second time.”
Ruiz snickers from somewhere behind me and Antony’s handsome face twists into something vile and cruel. He looks like he’s about to leap forward and attack me, so I do the only thing I can think to do.
I smile.
"Fucking Puta," comes the my only warning and when the first slap comes it’s not from Antony, it’s from the goblin on my right and it nearly takes my head off my shoulders.
Then again. And again.
*Shit.*
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