Katalina
The first two days after such punishment are always awkward and slow. My knees, having gotten used to crawling, were taut and achy when I finally stood on my two legs. The change in eye levels also made me feel disoriented for some minutes before I adjusted to being able to see the sky without throwing my head backward. The most embarrassing of it all is the spontaneous instinct to bark when Huracio does something that could be an order to a dog.
Like this evening, he returned and joined me in the kitchen, where I was preparing dinner. The moment he called my pet name; Kitty, my reaction was to bark. Fortunately, I caught myself on time and stopped. He chuckled, came over, and smacked my butt.
“Do it.” He smirked teasingly.
“Woof, woof!” I responded, then turned away with a snort.
“Have your things ready. We are moving in the morning.” He muttered into my ear, then grabbed my earlobe and bit it.
I whimpered like a dog, then bit down on my lip, making him chuckle more.
He lifted the hem of the short sundress I was wearing, and tied it into a big knot, leaving my backside exposed. He then grabbed my butt cheeks and fondled them.
“Stone said you wanted to go out this morning.” He said as a statement of fact.
“Yes. I couldn’t reach Emilia, so I wanted to go see her. She must be worried about me.” I replied as I felt his dick burrowing into my butt crack.
Pah, pah; he slapped his dick against my butt, then used the cap to tease my vagina.
I was smarting from that when one of his hands suddenly appeared before me, holding my phone. I dropped the knife in my hand and collected it.
Just then, his cock slid into my pussy, and a hot, sharp pain shot through my back. For some unknown reasons, he became upset while watching the news last night. To vent his displeasure, he viciously took me in ways I never dreamed possible. At first, I was excited, but by the time I finally passed out, I was begging and crying. I was therefore very raw down there. My pussy wasn’t in any shape for sex.
I closed my eyes and bore the pain until it finally turned to pleasure. But to my disappointment, he simply dumped his juice on me and walked away… Again.
Is he angry with me? I mused as I watched his back disappear from the kitchen door. If he was, my punishment would have continued. Or maybe last night was another sort of punishment?
Pushing his thoughts out of my mind, I turned my phone on and dialed Emila’s number.
“Ton, ton, ton.” The call dropped.
I tried again, and the same thing kept happening. Emilia’s numbers never dropped before.
Not thinking much about it, I decided to send her a message, but to my utter shock, the message didn’t deliver.
I stared at the interface in confusion. Why will my message not be delivered? Just then, I noticed the tiny red text below the text. It says; “You can not message this number.”
What is that supposed to mean?
My scalp tingled, and with shaking hands, I resent the message. It still didn’t deliver
I staggered to the wall and rested on it. With my body sliding to the ground, I let despair wash over me.
Emilia had blocked my number.
With Emilia decisively cutting me off, I felt the work was about to come to an end. With Mum gone, she was the only one in my corner. If I lose her too, what should I do? How would I navigate life and not run mad?
Dinner felt like unsalted, sourdough bread.
“What is it? Why are you picking at your food?” Huracio noticed and asked in a stern voice. Remembering that he was in a bad mood and hardly talking, I shook my head, and quickly brought a large scoop of rice to my mouth. I didn’t want him to focus on me until he was done being angry with whoever got him all riled up.
With Rosa’s help, I quickly packed up the litter things I had in the house. By midday the next morning, we moved house.
When I first got the house documents handed to me, I was excited and mentally made plans to celebrate with Emilia. Therefore, even though I bought a cake to commemorate moving in, it just sat in the fridge. I couldn’t muster the energy to celebrate on my own. I would rather the day ended, so I could go see Emilia at school the next day.
My first day in school was chaotic. I wasn’t the only one arriving late. From the long lines in front of the administration blocks, probably most of the students did.
After waking around for more than half a day, I finally completed all my registration, but Emilia was nowhere in sight. Hoping to see her the next day, I returned home dejected.
The next day was a Saturday. Huracio resumed coming home late and leaving early. Though I was worried about him playing with Ane before coming home every night, there was something more pressing: Clearing things up with Emilia.
After not seeing her in school, I decided to visit her place unannounced, but when I got there, she wasn’t home.
I didn’t want to resume school on Monday without having settled things with my best friend, so I had Stone drive me from one hangout spot to the other, looking for her. I also checked all the places she had worked, but she didn’t turn up.
I was beginning to slip into a panic mode when it occurred to me that she could be in school.
Though it was Saturday, the campus was still bustling. I went to the business school, checking all the lecture rooms, but she wasn’t there.
Just as I was heading out of the faculty building, heading for the library, someone suddenly grabbed my hand, startling me.
Jumping and yelping, I turned around.
“Shh! Don’t scream.”
Right there, facing me, was Mum. She was wearing a complete jogger set, with a hoodie. She had an index finger to her lips, signaling me to keep shut.
My heart trembled, and I felt cold to my bones. My worst fear finally came alive.
“Mum?” I whimpered in despair.