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I opened my eyes sleepily and squinted trying to force my eyes to adjust to the bright sunlight shining through the bay windows. I smiled, remembering the night, and extended my arm, expecting to feel Anais’s soft skin. I groped the silk sheets but came up empty. I opened my eyes fully and looked around the room. Anais was nowhere to be found. Her clothes that had been lying on the red divan across the room were gone as well. I looked over at the chaise longue and saw that bare as well.

“Where is everyone?” I wondered.

I got up slowly and walked lazily to the bathroom. My pussy burned as I urinated; it felt like I had rug burn in my crotch.

“Ooooh,” I winced loudly. “That bitch tore my pussy up,” I said laughing. “Put this ass to sleep.”

I ran the shower and let the warm water cascade over my body. I touched my clit and shuddered, reminiscing about my encounter with Anais. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my side.

“Did you enjoy yourself, you fucking whore?!” asked Fabian furiously. He jabbed me in the ribs again and grabbed me by my hair. I struggled to break free. Before I could scream, Fabian punched me in the stomach and ribs, sending ripples of pain throughout my small frame and trapping my shriek in my throat. I collapsed into a heap. He pulled me to my knees by my hair and spat in my face. “What happened? I’m not good enough for you? I’ve never heard you scream like that when I fuck you? That bitch better than me? Huh? You fucking sucia!” He threw me down and spat at me again. He glowered at me pathetically as I balled myself into fetal position and sobbed quietly into my knees. “You fucking dyke!” he yelled as he threw a crumpled up sheet of paper at me. “Your lesbian lover left you a little note before she bounced. And she left you some money too, you fucking prostitute!” He threw the crumpled bills at me and stormed out.

I laid there rocking my bruised body. When I heard the front door slam, I leaned over and opened the wadded paper.

India,

You were amazing. I can’t express how exquisitely you made me feel. I hope we can do this again. Next time, it must be just me and you. Give me a call mi bella. 646-555-4608.

Besos,

Anais

P.S. I’m leaving this money because it’s yours. You gave it to me at the club but that money was given to you by your admirers. Buy yourself something nice and be sure to wear it for me on our next encounter. *wink wink*

I counted the money and was amazed to find almost six hundred dollars. I recalled giving Anais the money and the look of hesitation on her face. I giggled and was quickly brought back to my excruciating reality by the sharp pain in my abdomen. I sobbed quietly, cradling myself, wondering what the fuck it was going to take to break the fuck out of this abusive relationship.