Revenge Is Best Served In A Pair Of Black Pumps by Leah Holt

Author:Leah Holt [Holt, Leah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Always Ink
Published: 2022-11-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Dove

“Come,” he growled, pointing at the floor in front of his feet.

I crawled on all fours across the cold ceramic tiles. My bony knees pressed and twisted against the floor like a pestle creating fresh spices in a mortar. Every small pebble and grain of sand easily penetrated the thin skin on my palms. I was slowly dying. Leon was stealing little pieces of my soul and devouring them like the devil's supper.

When I reached his feet, Leon caressed the top of my head as if I was a loyal pet. He touched my hair softly, gently running his fingers between the fodder strands. He was chewing on something rubbery and dry. Jerky maybe? Either way, he wasn't going to share any with me anyway.

But I could smell the food in his mouth. It was sweet and earthy and meaty. I could feel the salt as he laughed at something in the newspaper he was reading, and small bits of spit flew out, landing on my face.

“You see this, my whore?” he asked as he took another big bite off the jerky in his hand and shook the paper. “No, no, you haven't seen this.” His cheeks hollowed and puffed up as he sucked stuck pieces of meat out between his teeth and used his tongue to wriggle them free. “You haven't seen much of anything.” He had a satisfied grin. Pleased with himself for keeping me removed from the world outside.

I looked up at him, then glanced at the paper and back at him. “Wha—”

Smack!

A heavy backhand cracked against my face, causing me to wobble and fall to my hip. “Do not talk unless I give you permission, and I haven't told you to do shit yet.” His mouth folded down like one of those ugly fish from the bottom of the ocean. “But, since you're curious, maybe you can take a peek.”

I didn't let my eyes move off his as I picked myself up off the floor. I had to be careful. Leon liked to play games. This could be one of those games. He might be trying to trick me. He would sometimes tell me I could do something, then punish me for trying to do it. My pain and suffering were his gratifications. He got a kick out of it.

“Here, take a look.” He flicked the paper to straighten the edges, then held it up and moved it closer to my face. “What do you think about this?”

My heart began to race, and I suddenly couldn't breathe. My vision was instantly so blurry I couldn't see a damn thing. I opened my mouth to scream and bite Leon on the hand, but he hit me again even harder, sending me flying across the floor.

My body jerked awake. It was just a nightmare. I thought to myself as I rubbed my eyes. I was crying. The tears were still wet and warm on my skin. I hated sleeping. I hated the nightmares that came with closing my eyes.

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