The Road to Ruin: A post-apocalyptic survival series (A World Torn Down Book 1) by Rebecca Fernfield

Author:Rebecca Fernfield [Fernfield, Rebecca]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Redbegga
Published: 2017-11-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Flat 5, Belmont Tower

Light filters through the thin, orange-flowered, bargain-basement curtains, warming the edges of the sun-marked brown fabric.

“Cheap shit!” Jak groans through cracked lips, the sides of his tongue tacky against the dryness of his mouth, the saliva thick. He opens and closes his mouth repeatedly as he wakes, head heavy on the sweat-stained pillow, his tongue clacking thick as he searches for moisture. “Close them fekkin’ curtains.” A body moves next to him.

“Huh?”

Irritation churns inside the throbbing pain of his head.

“Lexi! Close the fekkin’ curtains.”

He forces the words out through the dryness of his mouth. The body moves, jiggling him on the over-soft mattress. His irritation grows to a rumbling anger. He hates being jostled. He tugs at the thin sheet, pulling it up over his pale chest, over the few straggling hairs that run along his sternum, and closes his eyes tight to block out the light, stop the pounding in his head. Sourness wafts into his nostrils as the body next to him shifts and reaches over. A huge softness weighs down his side, touching his face, and he squints, watching as she reaches to pull at the curtain. She grunts - fat bitch - tugs at the cloth and leans back. A sneer curls onto his lips and an ache throbs in his crotch as her heavy, naked breast brushes against his face. The sour sweat of her armpit lingers and he rolls over, sliding his arm over the rising rolls of her belly and clasps his hand over her breast, the flesh squeezes through his fingers as he grasps it tight.

“Ow!”

“Shut it,” he grunts sliding his leg over hers.

He pushes his knee down and crawls over her rising flesh until they are face to face, his hips between hers. A pain stabs at his belly but he ignores it, the throb in his groin pushing it down. He slides his hand between her thighs and smiles as she groans. Yeah, this time he’ll give it to her real good.

“Oh, Jak.”

“I told you to shut it. I’m concentrating.” He slides his fingers higher. Anytime now I’ll be ready. He grinds his thighs against her, feels the warmth. The ache is painful, but there’s nothing. He feels between his legs. Soft, flacid. Anger bubbles. He grinds against her again.

“Is it in?”

“Not yet,” he heaves, pushing hard against her. Still soft. Still nothing.

“I’m hungry.”

The prickle of humiliation tingles at his cheeks and the pain in his belly gnaws again.

‘She has no respect for you.’ The voice takes him by surprise and his heart skips a hard beat. It’s right though; she has no respect. ‘She needs sorting. Teach her a lesson’.

“Hah! You’re right,” he replies to the voice without realising he’s said it aloud.

He raises his hand.

“I know. I didn’t drink much yesterday.”

Clenches it into a fist.

‘She deserves it. Just like all the other scumbags.’

“Hah!”

'Do it Jak. Do my work for me. Punish the sinners.’

And smashes it down against her mouth.

“Ugh!”

“I told you to shut up

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