Every Thursday a bunch of my writing friends create a story at least 100 words and no more than 1000 from a selected picture. My story "Betrayal" is followed with links to my friends' offerings.
Susan collapsed on the vanity, her head resting in the sink. Although she showered and her hair was still wet, she rested to catch her breath. “That fucking Bruno,” she moaned. “What did he inject in me? He went too far. I hate that god damn pimp. I could kill him. And Ralphie, what was he on? He was supposed to help me.”
She tried to lift her head, but she was weak and fell back onto the counter. As foggy flashbacks flooded her mind, Susan attempted to remember. “Are these all a mirage or did this really happen?” She shifted her legs and abdomen to stand up again. Her damp dress clung to her burning skin, as she stumbled out of the bathroom, searching for her safe bedroom, but a pounding from outside the front door interrupted her quest.
“Who is it?” she attempted to yell, slurring her question.
“Ralphie. Let me in.”
Not answering, she froze and waited.
Ralphie was her best friend. He was supposed to help her escape from Bruno’s demonic control, but he was right beside her pimp when they both went out of control.
The pounding echoed louder. “Please, Susan. I have to talk to you about last night. I didn’t know what I was doing.”
Regretting each difficult step, Susan unlatched the deadbolt and opened the door, seeing an image of a man the size of The Colossus of Rhodes, strapped with a gigantic dildo.
When Ralphie pushed open the door to catch her fall, she welcomed the strength of his arms. Looking up, she fell limp, recognizing the true image, Ralphie, not what she imagined.
“You betrayed me. What the hell happened last night?” she begged. “You were going to help free me from Bruno.”
“He is an evil devil,” Ralphie explained. “He found out we were friends and what we were up to. He made me confess I was gay. The last thing I remember before you arrived he said I needed a good fuck by a bad straight man, him. He must have slipped something in my drink. He had total control over me.”
“Okay. Lock the door and help me to my bed so we can find out what happened. Do you have a gun? I want to kill that son of a bitch.”
“Calm down. You know I don’t believe in that shit.” Ralphie helped her to her bed.
Susan covered her body with the warm goose comforter. “Tell me all about it and where we failed.”
“Bruno knew from the start when I met him I was your friend. It didn’t take long before he understood why I was there. He thanked me, poured me a drink and said he was finished with you. He sounded like he meant it.”
“When I opened Bruno’s door, you both were naked. He was on top of you, doing what he said you needed. He stood up and said, ‘You bitch. I’m taking care of your friend.’ He yelled at you to get up and finish what he started. You both bound me in cuffs into the sling. All I remember is was you injecting something into my arm. After that everything is fuzzy. I’m having weird visions and hurt like hell. What happened?”
“I vaguely remember him strapping a huge dildo on me when you arrived. After that I don’t know what followed. Did he hurt you? Or did I?”
“Oh my god! I see you fucking me with that humungous phallus with Bruno behind you pushing and pulling. He was laughing so hard.”
“I think I’m going get sick.” Ralphie rushed to the bathroom.
Susan heard him puking dry heaves into the toilet.
When he returned to Susan’s bedroom, his face was flushed and eyes bloodshot. “I’m sorry. I should not have trusted him with that cocktail, but he said he didn’t want you anymore. The way he yelled that, I knew he meant it.”
“It’s all coming back to me now.” Smothering her face in her pillow, she cried. “I never meant for this to happen this way. I didn’t see you when I came to. I was naked, unstrapped in that harness. He said you left me there to fend for myself.”
“When I woke, I was in an alley naked with my clothes piled on top of me.” Ralphie leaned over her, putting his hand on her shoulder.
She turned over, wiping her eyes of tears. “Do you think he really meant it? Is he finished using me?”
“Yes, I believe it. Do you still trust me? Are we still friends?”
Susan, her face blushed slightly red, reached for Ralphie's hand. "Of course."
"Maybe we could work the streets together."
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