Chapter 11 (2/2)

“Your waist’s so skinny. And your skin’s so white.” Just look at him, drooling. That little pervert. My little pervert.

“Are we doing this or not?” I glared at him.

The f.u.c.king b.a.s.t.a.r.d took advantage of me with his injured arm as the excuse, making me lie down, then making me go on all-fours after I lied down and then making me stick my b.u.t.t up after I got on all-fours. On the account that he was so selfless last time, I did it accordingly no matter how awkward or embarra.s.sed I felt. But after I stuck my b.u.t.t up, he slapped me, saying I didn’t stick it high enough…

Ahhhh! Objection! Foul! This position…this position… I mean the lights weren’t even out yet. My cheeks were burning.

“Are you done?” My voice even became hoa.r.s.e.

“Hehe,” he snickered. “It’s ‘kay, ge, I’mma make you feel a-mazing.”

Being a young buck like him, he was still able to give me h.e.l.l while wounded. Too bad for little old me.

At first, it would not go in so he asked me to reach back and spread it myself.

“Oh, c’mon, ge. You gotta work with me here. Not my fault you’re so d.a.m.n tight.”

Hearing him begging me like that, I… I actually gave in and did it.

Ahhhh! Putting lubricant did nothing at all. It hurt like a b.i.t.c.h. All d.a.m.n rapists need to be f.u.c.king hung, I say.

However, he was a little better than me.

“Only a lil’?”

Okay, okay. I admit he was a lot better. After a while, it actually got better and I was kind of feeling it. I even came from his double-sided attack.

We were both sticky with sweat and he was hugging me and kissing my neck. I was so exhausted I could not keep my eyes open. I heard him saying in my ears, “You’re so good to me,ge. I’mma let you f.u.c.k me, ge. I don’t even care if you screw me to death.”

No one wants you to die. How could I bear to see that? You just like to talk nonsense, kiddo.

He was very energetic—probably got plenty of sleep in the afternoon—and started talking to me with me in his arms.

“Ya know, ge, Ding Hongmei’s the only other person other than you who was ever good to me. I used to hate her guts at one point. She didn’t know how to do s.h.i.+t and picked the s.h.i.+ttiest men. Now that I think ‘bout it, she still had some good left in her, p.a.w.ning her necklace to get me that VCD player. If not for that player I wouldn’t’ve known ya. After I got locked up, she came to see me with some fruits and she even said she went to ask you for forgiveness. The way she looked though, she prolly got thrown out by your peeps.”

The more he said the more downcast he got but I figured it was better for him to let it out.

“I was actually so glad she found out she got cancer. I wondered why she even gave birth to me. I mean, I came into this world to get looked down on. Even my teachers rolled their eyes at me. No one played wit’ me. Not even my relatives gave a f.u.c.k. Ya know, my grades were actually pretty d.a.m.n good when I first started junior high.” He suddenly paused. “But she was just a f.u.c.king wh.o.r.e. Couldn’t live without a man, could she? I… I…” He clung onto my shoulder for his life. “Why the f.u.c.k should I go to school? She wanted me to so I didn’t. f.u.c.k school. I was just trash anyways. They’d just look down on me anyways.”

He held my shoulder so hard that it hurt and his voice cracked more and more. I hugged his head. “Binbin, Binbin…” Just let it out.

Tears fell on my arm and dripped down my chest. It just kept dripping and dripping. He was shaking but I did not hear anything.

“Look at you. I let you f.u.c.k me and you end up crying. That’s it. No more for you!” I attempted to joke as he began to calm down.

“I’m fine.” He sniffed. “She’s dead already; nothin’ left of her. She never got it good. She’d pa.s.s by the mall and stare at the perfume but never got the money to buy it. They used to say she was pretty but you know how it all turned out…”

“Ge?”

“Yeah?”

“You were always on my mind when I was locked up.”

He burst out laughing for some reason.

“You obviously didn’t wanna rent me anythin’ but you’d still give it to me every time. And you were holdin’ that stupid drawer that day and you even fought with me.” His recollection really rubbed me the wrong way but I probably had been really silly.

“And you stalked me to the court. You looked more worried than I was when he announced the sentence. And that one time in prison, stupid ol’ you said you didn’t bring anything for me and told me to study hard. The C.O. told me I had to listen to you.”

He would not stop cackling.

“Then why do you like me if I’m so stupid?” I asked gravely.

“’Cause you’re a good person, duh.” He reached down to my crotch and grabbed it. “Even better down here.”

Oh, come on.

“Hear me out, Binbin, why don’t you quit this security job and come back? I’m worried.”

He did not make a sound as he concentrated on his handiwork. When he finally did, he said, “I don’t wanna be looked down on but I ain’t gonna do nothing bad.”

But it’s not like not doing bad things would keep you safe. But before I could say it, he began round two. I really had to hand it to him. Through all the crying and laughing, he never forgot to f.u.c.k his ge.

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