Broken Rules || Onkey

Chapter 8: I'm not a-

“You think that party was the usual kind of stuff you’re going to be doing?” he chuckled, “No, you’re just a whore whoever pays for you gets you, I don’t care if they are elites or meth heads. Now do your fucking job if you want any chance of getting out of here” We soon after arrived to the motel, it looked dead and nasty.

I entered the room Jinki had indicated and found a fat, bald guy eating cheetos and watching TV. His head moved slowly toward my direction and he said “Oh, you’re here. Come closer, sit on the bed” I dropped my purse on the floor and sat on the bed, I felt like I was going to throw up, I don’t think this man had taken a shower in a long time. He didn’t seem too interested in me either, which was okay but also hurt my pride. He licked the cheese off his fingers and wiped them on his sheet, then turned to me. “You can start doing your thing whenever, slut” he said and my stomach got upset. He took my hair into his gross hand, and pushed me toward his crotch, I gagged at the smell. “Did you just gagged, whore? You think I’m dirty? Fucking gross dog, I’m paying money for this so that you can eat something that isn’t cum, so do your fucking job like a grateful boy” He pulled his boxers down and my cheek was pressed against his tiny dick. He closed my nose with his free hand, “You think I smell gross, let me help you then” I tried holding my breath but after a couple of seconds my jaw relaxed and my lips parted in order to get some air, then he filled my mouth with his dick.

I felt his coarse public hair hitting my nostrils and heard his grunts when he moved pushing toward my inner cheek. It started to grow inside my mouth and I couldn’t breathe, he started moving his hand from my hair to my ass, I couldn’t take this anymore. I bit as firmly as I could and then let go of his cock, he pushed me to the side and I grabbed my purse hurriedly and got out of there. Jinki wasn’t there anymore, so I ran to the street to see if any cars were passing by, before I could wave my arms I heard the door of one of the rooms open, assuming it was him I hid behind a bush. He walked to the street and looked to both sides, fixing his boxers and stroking his dick lightly, “Fucking whores” he mumbled and went back to his room.

After a couple of minutes, I started walking down the road. I had absolutely no idea where I was. I took out my phone and dialed Jinki, but hanged up before the call could reach him. Just thinking about that fucker made me angry and I started to tear down, I decided to call Tiffany instead, “Y-ye-yeahh??” she moaned into the phone. “Hey Tiff I’m in the middle of nowhere, can you come pick me up?” I kept walking down the street waiting for her reply but all I could hear were moans, so I hanged up.

This served me as a lesson, I suppose. I think for quite sometime I had forgotten how much Jinki had humiliated me, how he wasn’t a nice person at all.  I was quite stupid to think that I was going to be okay, and that all I needed to do was believe in myself. It was already 2:46 a.m. and how much time it’ll take me to get home was a mystery, but I kept going over through my mistakes and all the decisions I had made so far, in my head. I thought about my parents again and how I had left them completely alone, who would be taking care of them when they grow old? I thought about Taemin… and I thought about Jonghyun.

My tears had made my eyeliner go inside my eye and now it was burning like hell. I still had that horrible smell and taste from the guy earlier, lingering inside his mouth and nose. After a couple of hours of senseless wandering, I got to the city. There were neon signs and big screens everywhere but the streets were mostly empty. It would probably take me about three more hours before I reached the house, but Jinki’s place was a couple blocks away, an hour walking tops. I was still angry at Jinki, so that’s why I decided to go and interrupt his fucking beauty sleep. He won’t take me as for a hoe anymore, I don’t want his fucking money or help. I want the life him and the rest of these assholes took away from me.

I got to his house and knocked on the door, loud enough to make some of the neighbors uncomfortable. A couple seconds passed and some strange girl opened the door. “Move, I’m here to see Jinki” I said and pushed her aside, Jinki was already coming out of his room wearing just some boxer briefs. “You, get out of here” he told the girl at the door and she left immediately without even taking her clothes and shoes.

“Fucking psycho!” I walked up to him fast and raised my fist aiming for his face. “Where’s my money?” he asked stopping my fist with his hand and quickly twisting my arm behind my back. “I don’t have your dirty money and I’m not working for you anymore” I said holding my tears. He pushed me to the kitchen and pressed my torso against the kitchen island, “I think I have been a little too nice to you. You know why? Because I think you’re easy and stupid. Now use that stupidity and throw away whatever crap you have inside your head, only remember this: You--” he smashed my head in to the cold marvel and pull me back by the hair, “Are-” I felt my forehead starting to bleed as my head hit the island again, “A-” he pushed me again and my vision turned black “Whore”

All I can remember after that was my body falling to the ground. I could hear faint sounds but after a couple of seconds those sounds turned into hysteric high pitched frequencies and I blacked out.

So this is how all these other people get stuck in this life…