Accepting Your Demons (Chapter One)

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I was wearing a fitted, plain white t-shirt, a pair of old skinny jeans, and black sneakers. My hair was a deep red and it flowed down my back in waves. Green eyes stared back at me in the long bathroom mirror. I didn’t think I was pretty. I couldn’t seem to convince myself no matter how many men threw themselves in my direction. Even when my boyfriend told me I was beautiful everyday, I still didn’t see it. I didn’t wear make up. I didn’t wear heels or attractive clothing. I wore jeans, tees and tennis shoes. One time, I found myself curious. I was curious about what I might look like if I dressed like all the other women in my city. I tried on my sister’s clothes. She was a very fashionable women, and I picked the sexiest thing I could see out of her closet. When I put it on, my curves frightened me. My wide hips and my thick thighs were too much. My tiny waist and big boobs didn’t look right. I remember throwing off her dress and running from her room. I never put on her clothes again. Being in the bathroom of one of my favorite beach bars and staring at myself had me wondering how different my life would have been like if I had just accepted my body. My mother always told me that I was too good for my current boyfriend. She had thought I was way out his league the moment she saw him. I didn’t. It’s sad because I don’t even find him attractive. I just feel that I don’t deserve a handsome, sexy, man. I’m not attractive enough. I couldn’t stare anymore. I was on the verge of thinking myself into a bad mood, so I looked away. I grabbed my purse and made my way back to my seat at the bar. Mike, the bartender, sat a cocktail down in front of me and winked. I sipped on it for awhile, watching a volleyball match on beach in front of me. Suddenly, I felt that familiar pull. That intense feeling of when someone is staring at you, and you subconsciously look there way because you can literally feel their gaze upon you. I turned my head and made contact with eyes so grey, they had a eerie white glow to them. My breath caught in my throat. I shifted my gaze to the right of the mystery man staring at me, and came in contact with yet another pair of those grey eyes. Two men leaned against the bamboo railing, eyes never leaving mine. They almost looked like twins. Only a few slight features looked different. They were the most attractive men I’d ever laid Escort Tunalı eyes on. I broke my gaze to examine their features more thoroughly. They both had jet black hair, strong jaw lines and full lips. Their body’s were muscular and toned. I could see the outline of their abs through the fabric of their shirts. The taller one leaned forward, and started to make his way towards me. Oh no. I turned around quickly. Grabbing my cocktail, I chugged it and clenched my hands, bracing myself for what was probably going to be the most embarrassing, awkward conversation I would ever have in my life. “Hey.” The stranger said. I didn’t look at him. I couldn’t. I would just embarrass myself. A moment of silence went by. “Excuse me.” He said raising his voice, clearly smiling. Fuck, I had no choice. I looked over at him. Oh god, he was even hotter up close. I gulped. “Hi.” I said in a shaky voice and he smirked. “My name’s Dean. That over there ” he said pointing to the man he was standing next to a moment ago. “Is my brother Damon. You don’t seem like the talkative type so I’ll just cut to the chase. We work for a modeling company, and our agent likes to send us scouting. We couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you are, and we thought you might be interested. We want to see if you got what it takes to be the new booty.” He winked at me and smiled. I learned several things about him in that moment. He was very confident, and he was very cocky. I didn’t know what to say, so I ended up just staring at him like a dumb ass. An awkward silence fell as he stared at me expectantly. he lifted his hand and started snapping his fingers in my face. I flinched and tried to focus my mind. “Oh, um. My name’s Annabelle. What agency did you say you worked for again?” I asked, my mind still kinda fogged. “I didn’t, and that doesn’t really matter. Annabelle is a pretty name, mind if I call you Anna?” He didn’t give me the opportunity to reply. “Look, here’s the address. Show up tomorrow around 7:30 in the evening and just check it out. We’ll be waiting.” He passed me the napkin he wrote on and walked away. I followed him with my eyes just in time to see his brother Damon stub out a cigarette, and leave the bar with him. There was something about them I couldn’t quite place. Something almost sinister about Dean’s presence. I couldn’t ulus escort shake the odd feeling. I tried to sit on the bar stool and drink by self awhile, but I felt restless. I paid for my drinks and just went home, making sure to grab the address off the counter. I didn’t know if I was really gonna go, but I felt the need to. I couldn’t believe men that attractive actually wanted me to model for a company they work for. It was baffling. I needed to go. I thought about those grey eyes all night until I fell asleep. **** I parked my car outside of the weird building. I ended up putting the address Dean gave me into my GPS in order to find it. “This can’t be right.” I mumbled to myself. I walked closer to the dilapidated building, examining the graffiti on the walls. I checked the house number twice and it matched the one on the napkin. An uneasy feeling began to creep up my spine. Thoughts began to cloud my mind. What if those guys had been fucking with me tho whole time. Or, what if they planned to lure me to this old building to murder me. Fear began to build within me. I felt like I was about to be kidnapped, taken to another country, and sold to the highest bidder. I began to back away from the door when I felt hands on my shoulders. “And where do you think you’re going?” My fear spiked to whole new level. I recognized Dean’s voice immediately. He had a tight grip on my shoulders and I could feel his hot breath on my ear. I fumbled for words in my mind but I couldn’t find any. “Come on Anna.” He said, nudging me towards the wooden door. He opened it, reaching around me and pushed me inside. He made sure to stay behind me. I wanted to run but I didn’t have the chance. How could I have been so naive. Of course this was a set up. Now I’m probably facing my death. I started to internally panic. I’d never see my mom ever again. I’d never see Scott, my loving boyfriend ever against either. No, this can’t happen. My inner babble was blaring as Dean lead me to a set of stairs. “I’m really glad you chose to come Anna, I promise you won’t regret it.” He said as we made our way to the upper floor. We walked into a large room. There was a mattress on the floor, fitted with a white sheet and pillows. There was no bed frame, and no head board. Just a mattress. Leaning against a wall on the other side of the room, was Damon. yenimahalle escort bayan He was smoking a cigarette. My fear hit me so hard at the site of the bed that I turned around and tried to flee. Dean caught me with his arm and shoved me. I flew so hard I hit the floor, right on my ass. “You’re not going anywhere bitch.” Dean spat. “Please don’t hurt me, I swear I’ll give you anything you want. Take all my money.” I pleaded, tears welling up in my eyes. Dean and Damon began to laugh. “You hear that Damon? The little slut’s begging already.” I was breathing fast as Dean walked towards me. He gripped my hair in his hands and yanked me up. “Get up bitch!” He shouted as I yelped at the pain in my scalp. Damon stubbed out his cigarette and made his way over to us. “Turn her around for me Dean.” Damon said from behind me. Dean yanked me around to face Damon, and he smiled at me. “Hello beautiful. I don’t think we’ve properly met. As you know, my name is Damon. There’s a few things we need to cover before we get started.” He stroked my face with the back of his hand making my body break out in goose bumps. My body was reacting to his touch and I felt my stomach quiver with butterflies. “We know how you are, and you’re not alone. We can see it in the way you dress, the way you talk, the way you hold yourself and even the way you walk” his voice was silky smooth, making me close my eyes and my body tremble. I hated the affect he had on me and I didn’t understand what his words meant. “We know you probably better than you know yourself. We know that you cover your body on purpose because you’re ashamed. You’re disgusted with yourself and it’s time to be honest baby. You know you’re beautiful, and you known your sexy. You deny it because of what goes on in that big brain of yours don’t you?” His words made my breath catch in my throat. “You try to be a good girl but that makes you miserable. You try to convince yourself otherwise and it works for the most part, but you know the truth deep down and so do we.” Suddenly, Damon pressed his body against me, his face so close to mine. My whole body was shaking and I could no longer tell if it was from fear or lust. What was he doing to me? “Its time to be honest baby girl. Deep down, you’re a dirty little slut.” He stared me in the eyes as he said it. I breath was ragged. I was vaguely aware of Dean caressing my ass and my hips. Damon smiled at me. “I wanna hear you say it Anna. Tell me you’re a dirty slut baby.” I shook my head. I didn’t care if it were true or not, I couldn’t say that. I’d deny it. “Oh am I wrong? Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll show you.” He whispered close to my face.

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