The Violinist and the German

A/N: I usually don't do author notes at the beginning but I wanted to give a thanks the Mandy for her input. I was nervous about chapter 4 as it was the first time I had posted a sex scene and I was nervous about it being terrible. I guess we are our worse critics. I am going to continue this story as it's starting to like it. I started writing it because I was bored and now I'm up to chapter 5! There is going to be some interesting stuff coming up. I am planning to develop the German and actually give her a name along with a reason that she's so cruel. I think it will make a lot of sense as the story continues. Thanks again Mandy and to everyone who reviews. The positive input gives me a reason to want to keep writing!

On with the story...

Dirty.

That’s exactly how Anna felt as she walked to the door of the tiny apartment that she shared with her mother and son.

Disgusting.

That’s how she felt when she took out her key and unlocked the door.

Whore.

That was what she thought she was as she closed the door and looked to the pull out bed that was part of their aging couch.

There her young son was sleeping peacefully. She could make all the noise now but it wouldn’t matter as he was completely deaf. She grabbed her violin case and placed it near the door where she tried not to cry. She had whored herself, there was no way out of it. She had let some woman use her body for her own sexual pleasure. Though Anna knew that she didn’t have much choice in the matter, she still felt that there was something she could do. She could have fought harder or talked her way out of it. She could have done something but her fear of what this woman could do had a powerful hold over her. Anna was just some young 20 something single mother with a sick mother. Anna had about 6 dollars in her checking account at this moment while that woman had items in her apartment that it would take 10 years for her to pay off. The only thing besides her son and mother of value in this place was her prized violin which she knew she would never sell. It was her soul and the one luxury that she would always have.

Anna slightly limped to the small kitchen where she saw the wall clock, the only clock in the vicinity. She groaned as she looked at the time. It was past midnight; in fact it was almost 1 in the morning. She wasn’t sure what to think of that except that she wished that she could travel back in time. Earlier that day when Anna had gotten the letter, she almost threw it away. The last few lessons she had had with other people ended in disaster. People seemed to not understand that learning the violin wasn’t easy. It took hours of practice every day. In fact Anna still practiced when she could though that time was becoming less and less. Anna wished that she had thrown that letter away listing the time and place of the lesson.

In fact when she had arrived home rather quickly to grab her violin, her son pleaded with her to stay home. He was going through a phase where he had to be close to his mother at all times. Though she found it endearing, Anna didn’t have time to indulge her son all of the time. Though now she wished that she had as she wouldn’t be feeling like she was thrown down a rather rocky mountain. Anna walked to the small living room where her son was sleeping, his curly hair falling upon his angelic face. Though her son couldn’t hear and probably never would, she loved him very much. She had no idea what it would be like and wasn’t expecting the full weight of emotions to come out at seeing her son for the first time. She was devastated to know he was deaf but knew that she would never feel complete without her wonderful son in her life.

Anna walked to one of the small rooms where her mother was sleeping. Though she had suffered a stroke she still had a tremendous spirit and stunning beauty that she had inherited to her only child. Her graying dark hair shone with the light of the moon through her window though the right side of her body was still sagging. Anna gently closed the door and limped to her own room which wasn’t much bigger than her mother’s. Anna had a bed, a small one that wasn’t very comfortable and which she knew was going to make her feel pain even more intense then it currently was. Near her bed was a small dresser and mirror. Anna looked at herself in the mirror and tried to stop the tears from coming.

That was proving to be difficult as she had been violated. She just lay there and let this monster take her body and use and abuse it. She felt pain all over, so much that she glad that she didn’t have to go into work the next day as it was a Friday. Anna worked at a major corporation. Though she wished that it was some high paying executive job with 401K and great respect, it wasn’t. She was the one that cleaned the offices and made sure the spot of purple that was caused by accidently dropping some wine during a party was gone. She was but a lowly employee at Forst Industries who no one ever noticed and that she imagined never would. Still she had bills to pay even if that woman “promised” to pay off all of her debts.

Anna closed her eyes for a brief second before realizing that the only way to assuage some of the pain was to strip herself of her clothes. This would especially help with her nipples which were burning from the pain. The woman had rubbed her nipples so raw that even the touch of her white bra on her sensitive nipples felt like the worst rug burn that one could get.

Anna slowly took off her dark suit jacket, blouse and bra. When she did that, some of the pain went away but her nipples were still in pain. Then she removed her shoes, stockings, skirt and underwear. It was then that she realized that her belt was gone. A belt that Javier’s father had given her. She didn’t know why she kept it except as a way to remember him but she didn’t really care anymore that she had it and didn’t care to see it again.

Anna looked at her body which was completely changed from the time she had last been in here. Her nipples were very red as she expected and she saw that she had quite a few love bites which would take some explaining from her mother. She even had a couple of bruises on her legs and was bleeding near her inner thighs. Anna cursed in Spanish and realized that she would need to find a way to get rid of the blood and knew that a shower was the only option. So she quickly grabbed a robe which rubbed against her sensitive nipples and went to the small shower.

Once she turned on the water and fell in, she sat down as she felt her legs weaken. She didn’t plan on sitting up either. She didn’t know if she would ever sit again as the pain was too much. Anna continued to sit there, letting all of the tears out.