Naked, Defenceless
I tasted wet dust.
‘Fuck off!’
My jumpsuit was peeled off.
I was in my underwear.
‘Damn, your skin is milky white.’
Icy fingertips danced over my bare back.
‘And silky smooth.’
I wanted to retch.
‘Get off me!’
B.C. squatted down in front of me.
I smelled wet sex.
Someone grabbed a fistful of my hair and jerked my head up.
‘Come here. Give me a kiss.’
‘Fuck you!’ I spat at her.
Blood and spittle flew out, landed on her naked knees.
B.C. looked down.
‘Cunt!’ She drove a backhand across my cheeks.
Then she rose to her feet.
‘Haul her up! Spread her legs. Turn on the shower. I want the bitch hosed down, inside and out.’
My bra was tugged off.
B.C. pinched my nipple.
Her callused fingers felt like pincers.
‘Leaver her alone.’
The curtain moved.
A rail-thin, frail-looking girl was leaning against the door jamb.
Her voice was low, a flat monotone.
But everyone stopped at the sound.
‘Eimile, this doesn’t concern you.’
B.C. removed her hands.
Up close, I could see the muscles in her shoulders a
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