Chapter 34
Lovely
“Please help me!” I tried to head for the front door, but the guard swooped me up in one motion.
“What’s all the racket for?” A Caucasian woman approached the foyer, wearing a sheer baby-doll gown and four-inch heels.
“Mauricio bagged another one. I was just about to bring her to you.” The guard sat me back on the floor. “She’s a feisty one.”
“Let me go, you clown.” I tried shaking free. It was useless because his grip was too tight.
“We haven’t had any black pussy since Carmen.” The madam strutted down the marble stairs like on America’s Next Top Model. “What’s your name, girl?”
“Why?” I had no intention of becoming chummy with her.
“Listen, little wench!” She grabbed my face with a handful of red nails. “You better learn some manners if you want to live to see tomorrow.” She mushed my face away. I would’ve slugged this broad. Somehow, I knew her threats weren’t idle. “Now I’m going to ask you one more time. What’s your name, girl?”
“Lovely.”
“Well, isn’t that precious?” She smirked. “From now on, you’ll be addressed as number forty-two.”
“Forty-two?” I repeated.
“Did I stutter?” She looked as if she wanted to hit me. “Phillip, take forty-two around back for branding.”
“Branding?” I barely had time to speak the entire word before Phillip tossed me over his shoulder. He carried me through the lavish home and out back.
Once we were outside, he demanded that I remove my clothing and toss everything into a garbage bag. While he plugged in an electric branding iron, I scoped the yard to see if I could break free. Not surprisingly, the place was swarming with security guards and secured by a barbed-wire fence.
“Lie down on your stomach!” He turned on the water hose.
“What?”
“Lie down now!” He hit me with the cold water. It stung so bad my skin felt as though I were being injected with several little needles. It didn’t take long for me to get the hint. I had no idea what was about to happen next. Promptly, I dropped to the ground in order to stop the cold-water assault.
“Be still.” He pulled out the electric branding iron, then slapped it directly onto my right ass cheek.
“Ahhh!” I screamed out in agony. The pain of being burned with a blazing hot piece of iron was indescribable. The smell of blistering flesh, my flesh, was even worse.
After being branded with the number forty-two on my butt, I was taken back inside the house where the lingerie-wearing white lady waited for me. My body rocked with pain, and my skin was still burning.
“Follow me.” She headed up the back entrance of the home until we arrived on the second floor. “This is where you’ll sleep until I make room for you with the other whores.” She pointed toward a door and waited for me to open it. I was reluctant at first but knew that I had no choice, because she might’ve turned her goons on me. When I did open the door, I saw that the room was the size of a coat closet.
I turned to look at her. “I can barely fit in there. How am I supposed to sleep in there?”
“Forty-two, please do as I instructed or face the consequences.” Her expression was stone cold.
“Lady, I’m not sleeping in no fucking closet.” Just as the last word left my tongue, I was hit with a volt of electricity from the pink Taser gun in her hand. The voltage sent me flying into the small closet. I was unable to move and had peed on myself.
The madam couldn’t have given two shits about what she’d done. Furthermore, she calmly stepped back, closed the door, and locked it from the outside.