Chapter Eight
Day Two: Zahir is once again waiting for me when I come out of the bathroom after my morning hair and makeup session. His chair is pushed back just far enough to accommodate one thinnish black girl seated sideways on his lap. This time, I don’t hesitate.
As it turns out, a little food given and taken away is far worse than no food at all. My quaking stomach leads the way as I quietly take my seat on him.
He scoots in, shifting my body so my n***d p***y is once more positioned on top of the hard monster. I can tell he’s doing this intentionally. Baiting me to see what I’ll do on his string.
I force my hips to remain still as he feeds me a breakfast of fresh berries, slices of cucumber and tomato, and crispy falafel ball dipped in a tangy yogurt he calls labneh.
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