Chapter 3 You serve me

I was in the lounge eating my super when I heard the door open, he walked in with his friends from last night. I sat up properly a part of me scared that it was that time again which is why he called them here, they were carrying bags. They threw them on the floor then sat down on the couches. Ignoring me like I wasn't there at all.

"Get us some food and beers from the fridge." Bonga said, I quickly got up happy to leave the room. I went to the kitchen to dish up for them, glad that I cooked lots of food.

"This girl is all over social networks, even that bitch that you used to fuck is looking for her. Her name is Nicolette Gugulethu Sibiya." Oh that's where I know him from, he is my girl's boyfriend that I fought with in the club. I took her from him. Was this his revenge? Rape me? Torture me? Kidnap me so that he could keep me away from her? It didn't make sense, what was my face doing on his back?

"I don't really care, no one will ever find her." He said. "She messed with the wrong person

and now she has to pay for it everyday for the rest of her life." Bonga said, is this really what it is? Revenge for taking his girl? If that's the case then why, just why does he have my face tattooed on his back?

"Gugulethu where are those beers and our food?!"

"I am coming!" I took the food to the lounge, serving him and some other guy first. I went back to the kitchen and got the rest of the plates then went to serve them. I went back to the kitchen to get their beers then served them. They quickly ate.

"This bitch can cook. Keep the drinks coming." Mike said and I rolled my eyes then sat down on a single couch, I wanted to see them coming. Tonight I was ready for them.

"Can you count that cash and divide the cocaine so long I need to blow off some steam. Come with me Gugu."

"When will you let us taste her?" Another guy asked.

"Fuck off Skroof no one will taste her besides me, got that?"

"She must be really good for you to want to fuck her alone."

"We never share bitches so fuck you!" he pulled me up.

"Please don't do this to me again, I will do anything for you just don't do this to me. I will be

one of your boys, I will do what they do." I begged him.

"I don't want to hear this ever again." He stopped and scooped me up putting me over his

shoulder then went up the stairs with me.

He threw me on the bed, in his bedroom then went to close and lock the door.

"Get out of those clothes." He started undressing.

"Please I will do anything Bonga just don't make me do this."

"You have nothing else to offer besides this Gugulethu."

"I am strong Bonga try me." I begged.

"I already am." He was down to his boxers, he stepped out of them and walked towards the

bed, last night I thought he was huge without seeing him but tonight my suspicions were

confirmed, he was so huge! How did he fit in me? Tears started falling from my eyes as he

pulled me towards the edge of the bed, I knew that I was defeated already so I didn't fight

him. He undressed me until I was naked then he pulled me to the edge of the bed filling me

up as roughly and forcefully as he could earning a cry from me. I cried out as he banged me

like I was some good for nothing prostitute until he was satisfied. By the time that he was

done with me I was tired and sore, he pulled out of me and got dressed in shorts then threw

a vest over his head. I pulled the blanket over me and curled into a small ball crying as he

walked out. How long was this going to go on for? How long was he going to keep me here

for? Do this to me?

I must have cried myself to sleep because I was woken up by him, he got on top of me, filling

me up. I tried to push him off me but he pinned me down.

"Bonga please." I tried to fight him but he held me down tightly and shoved it all in me

making me scream.

"Its sore Bonga please..."

"Don't close your eyes Gugu, keep them on me. You are a woman right? Say it Gugu, you are a woman you will never be part of the boys."

He slammed deeper in me, fuck that was too deep it hurt. I quickly nodded.

"Say it!" He slammed into me again.

"I am a woman! Fuck I am woman!"

"My woman?"

"Yes! Please just stop please" I cried out, it hurt so much.

"I am not done, we are not done. And you will serve me, say it!"

He held my legs and put them on his shoulder going deeper in me. No! No, no! It hurt so

much worse than before. I felt like he was splitting me in half.

"I will serve you! I will serve you!" I screamed, he was in too deep.

"There you go!" he groaned. "Now you will come with me."

I shook my head, I couldn't do it. I cannot enjoy what he is doing to me. He slammed into me

telling me to come, he slammed into my soft spot again and I could feel it coming. Why was my body betraying me? I didn't want this. He slammed into me again and I exploded with

tears in my eyes. I hate him, I hate myself, I hate my body. How could it betray me like this? He violated me, how could it give in?

"Fuck!" He groaned as he spilled in me. "You are amazing." He pulled out of me and slept

next to me.

"I am sure no one has made you feel like this before, fucked you like I have."

I laid on my side looking away from him. No one has ever been in me before, not my

girlfriend or girl before her, not my ex boyfriend, not even myself. I wiped my tears then got

out of bed, I went to the bathroom to wash him off me. I felt so disgusted by myself, by him.

But no matter how much I scrubbed myself I still felt dirty, I screamed and punched the wall.

Fuck! That hurt but it felt good, finally I could focus on something else, on another pain

besides the one in my heart. I turned the water off then wrapped a towel around my body

and walked out of the shower. My hand felt so sore and heavy, I brought it up to my chest

and held it.

"What the fuck did you do to your hand?" Bonga asked walking into the bathroom, he was

still naked so I looked away.

"Nothing", I mumbled more to myself than him. He just gave me that whatever look then

peed in the toilet. I walked out of the bathroom to the bedroom, his phone was on the

bedside table. This was my chance to reach out, but where was I going to say I am? I took his

phone, it was 12 midnight. He was going to walk out any second now, I quickly threw it back

on the table as the bathroom door opened. He looked at me then at his phone, it was still

on. The light that is.

"What were you doing on my phone?"

"I was just checking the time, I swear I didn't do anything."

"Don't fucking lie to me! What did you do?!" he punched me on my mouth and nose, I could

taste blood in my mouth immediately. I backed away and covered my mouth, I was in so

much pain, tears rolled down my eyes.

"Tell me!"

"Nothing you can check. I swear!"

He took his phone and checked it then nodded.

"Get in bed let's sleep."

"I need to clean myself first."

"Go on."

I went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet seat, why my? What did I do to deserve this? I grabbed toilet paper and wiped my nose, it was bleeding and broken. It was so sore, so was my hand. I got up when I was calm and cleaned myself then went back to the bedroom, I got dressed in his boxer briefs and t-shirt then got in bed next to him but far away from him.

"Who said get dressed?"

"No one."

"Then get off those clothes."

I got out of bed and undressed then got back in bed.

"Come closer."

I didn't shift or anything.

"Do you want me to fuck you again so that you will admit to being a woman again and to

serving me?"

"No, I am sorry" I scooted closer to him, he wrapped his arm and leg around me and started

snoring softly. I laid on the bed awake, I couldn't sleep again and every time I tried to move

or get out of his arms he woke up. My hand was in so much pain and I could feel it swelling

up, and my lips and nose. It's only when the sun started coming up that I fell asleep.