“When we get to my bedroom, I want you to shower. Wash everything. Twice.” He sniffs my thick curls. “Wash your hair. You smell like booze and cigarettes. Prostitutes smell like booze and cigarettes. Are you a prostitute, Miss Alexandre?” “No, Mr. Black.” I stutter in embarrassment. “I am not.” “When you come out of the bathroom, I want you naked and ready to please me or dressed and ready to leave. Do you understand?” “Yes, Mr. Black. May I put my glasses back on?” I ask. “No.” Hugo takes...

Despite my reservations, I am smiling. His hand circles my throat again when he kisses the corner of my lips. My senses are reeling. What is he doing to me? A rain drop hits the windshield and then another and another. I put on my turn signal and make my way to the shoulder of the road before I kill us in the coming downpour. He sits back in his seat. “Why did you pull over?” “Because I can’t see when it’s raining.” I say breathlessly. “You should drive.” I turn down the music manually. The...

Momma knocks on Margot’s door. It opens a moment later. Her youngest sister Nancy looks tired and her lipstick is smeared. She had a long night sucking and fucking. Sarah is here too.