His nose wrinkles in disgust. Sex “Stay still or I’ll slice you from fuckhole to fuckhole,” He orders as he presses the blade against the bottom of my sternum under the middle of my thinning bra. I bite my lower lip careful not to cry out. Oxygen races to my brain and rips through my lungs. I gag from the chewing tobacco that runs slowly down my forehead. An unwanted and terrible flashback pounces and I suddenly think of my father who spat the same brand onto my face and spanked me with beer bottles. “Sargent,” A deep voice calls in greeting. My heart soars as I struggle to my knees. I wriggle my bottom slowly and purposefully letting the sheer flimsy thong drop to my ankles. The blinding burn of the tobacco will only hinder my escape if escape is even possible. Warm foamy spit sprays onto my face. He looks at me then tilts his head back. The blinding burn of the tobacco will only hinder my escape if escape is even possible.
