April part 2

   April. Chapter two. Sunday morning found April back in her Chelsea flat having had a good night sleeping dreamlessly. Her body felt sore from the events of the previous night with Max. Dave had taken her home and respectfully retreated, leaving her to herself. He had left a phone number and asked her to call him when she wanted or needed anything. The time alone had allowed April to think things through. Her life in many ways, was very successful. She earned more than enough for her needs. Enough to allow her the buying power to afford almost anything she needed. It had taken a long time to build up the business and Daddy had helped in the beginning with money. Now though, she had paid him back and had a nest egg in the bank. It was her other life that she had to think about. There was a self-destruct mechanism at work, one that she couldn’t understand. Her weekend nightlife had brought her to some situations among sex-crazed men in groups, singular or with women. It had also given her some very satisfying encounters, but she had never returned to any of these even though the offer had been made on many occasions.

Once she good stoked up on drink and perhaps drugs, she was into anything as long as it was sex. Raw, tender or wild sex, she didn’t care, just so long as she got royally fucked all over the weekend. She recalled being raped at knife point.

That had been one of the worst experiences, but when she eventually got away from the three guys, it was as if it had not happened and she was back at the same club the very next weekend and getting picked up by some new stranger. Perhaps it was the element of danger she craved. Perhaps it was the abuse she wanted, or perhaps, she was looking for love, but in the classic way, went about it the wrong way having nothing to base her search on. To a point, she blamed the Army life of her father for this.

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April. Chapter one.

   Her first conscious thought was, I’m awake. She hadn’t opened her eyes just yet, but was aware of sounds and that she was cold. The second conscious thought was that she had a Blacksmith using the inside of her head as an anvil and was hitting a particularly hard piece of metal with a four-pound lump hammer.

She groaned and cursed red wine. She always got a hangover after drinking red wine and reminded herself of the often-made promise to stick to the voddy.

April then realised that she was naked. Not an unusual condition in the mornings, but along with her nakedness was a realisation that she wasn’t in her own bed. In fact, she wasn’t in a bed, but on the floor with some kind of fur rug under her. She unlocked her eyelids and was immediately sorry she did. The Blacksmith really began to go at the anvil inside her cranium. She closed her eyes again and groaned once more. But, not before they registered that she was in fact, lying on a sheepskin rug, face down with her wrists tied together and attached to a radiator tail.

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