.....Dafoe stood at the door glaring at his friend."I know you will do this that was why I came here looking for you." "Damm you motherfucker! Stop acting like a goddamn saint we are both sinners." "At least I don't go raping people." He retorted still glaring at him. His eyes were blazing fire.Brody scoffed."It doesn't still make you righteous.""I know." He strode in, heading to us.He yank him up from my body and fling him away. "Fuck off before I get Benson involve." He threaten and he ran out of the run. He stares at me," are you okay?"I nodded sobbing."Thank you for helping me.""It okay" he responded. He didn't go. He stood there staring at me in pity. I ignore his pitiful eyes, and stood up. I took a step, moving away from his watchful eyes back to the bathroom to see if I can do something about my torn dress.As I was walking, I slipped and fall hitting my body on the floor. My eyes burn.As I bite my lips to hold in my cry.I looked up when I felt a presence he was s
I heard the sound of a monitor and I flapped my eyes open to see I was in a white room.Mtcheww; I hissed. I thought I died.I sat up but something pricked my hand only then did I realise that a neddle was plucked at my back palm.I hiss again at the pain that hit me. I gently laid back on the bed hoping to calm my head which was banging so fiercely as if two masquerades were dancing on mt.I hiss again.Well, I have been hissing a lot since I woke up. But honestly, I was disappointed. Why would I be alive? I was supposed to die. Why would God give me life again? So I would continue to be sexually tortured by the alpha lord of all heartless beasts.I hissed, this time louder than the others.When the pain calms a bit, I stare around the room I was only to realize I was in the hospital. I thought it was my room or maybe his which I was. I can't believe I was brought to the hospital.Amen! The devil would torture me and still save me?? I doubt that he is the one that brought me to the
I arrived at the hospital the next day heading straight to May's room. I saw her sleeping peacefully and I frown at her sleeping form. I can't deny that she looks beautiful like a newborn baby. I thought of waking her up but kicked against it. Let me give her a few more minutes to enjoy her Paradise before I will drag her back into the heaven I have created for her.I chuckled. My eyes twirl in misdeeds.She looks at peace and also pretty but I know she looks more pretty in my hand as I manhandled her. Nah! More pretty with tears rolling down her cheeks.As I was contemplating whether I should wake her before going to meet the doctor so she could start getting ready or if I should see the doctor first and then come back to slap her out of the bed;The doctor walked in."Oh, Mr. Benson. You're here.""No. I'm in my room." I replied nonchalantly frowning my face. Some people are stupid and they tend to ask stupid questions. You saw me standing in the room and you're asking if I'm here.
When you are so unfortunate to live in hell while on earth, your everyday prayer would be for heavy rain to fall and quench that burning fire. You pray morning and night hoping for a change. And you will never stop praying until a miracle happens. Until your life becomes better.I would've been doing the same if, and only if I still believe in God. If he hadn't failed me many times- on different occasions when I beckoned on him. As it is right now the only thing I'm waiting on, and calling earnestly is death. If only that mighty warrior would sweep me off my feet making me lie down, my eyes close as the living runs around digging the ground and me sleeping peacefully in a coffin box.Yes, those are mere thoughts.At times like this, when the world is beating you mercilessly nature tends to forsake you allowing the cruel world to deal harshly on you like a howling wind of winter season as well as a powerful lion tearing his pry's skin.You could feel the lion's canine on your skin as i
Life is a bitch. An annoying bitch I tell you. It has nothing good to offer to average people like us. It is only favorable to the big men. That is, the wealthy men, romancing them and filling them up with roses.It has been two days. Yes, two fucking days since the last time I saw him. I heard from his assistant that he traveled to Chicago to visit his parent because they summoned him. It was so urgent that he had no time left for him to get ready or speak it out. He left just as soon as their call came in. I wish though, he never comes back.Even though I miss him I still don't want him back. Not now at least. I need enough time to heal from all the injury he inflicted on me, especially my sore privy.I stood up from the bed and headed downstairs to grab some food in the kitchen. I'm hungry, very hungry that I wonder what happened. Is not like I didn't eat last night.If I remember clearly I've been eating more than necessarily recently. Before, I could stay for the whole day witho
.....Hearing his voice brought so much fear, to an extent I almost pee in my pant. Not because I was afraid of what he would do to me but because I was worried about the effect of whatever he did would do to me in this my health. "Um. Sir, she's not too healthy..." "Excuse me, did I ask you?" He glared at her with his face changing slightly as anger surfaces replacing his earlier emotionless one. I heard her gulp, "I know you were not questioning me but, she's too weak to reply." "And so you chose to be her mouthpiece, huh?" "Excuse me Sir," I bent my head slightly backward to stare at her, trying to make out her features. There was confusion twirling in her eyes as she gaze at Benson who folded his arms keeping his hard squeeze face on hers. Her puffy eyes were dimmed slightly, her face creasing, crumbling to get her in confusion. She was speechless, she doesn't know whether to speak or remain calm. I tried to signal her not to say anything but she wasnt seeing me, or maybe,
"You're pregnant, " the doctor's word resonated in my head. How could that be?"Doctor please, can you recheck me? There might be a mistake; I'm not pregnant, there's no way I could be. Doctor, you have to check again." I pleaded desperately."You really are. I did a thorough check on you before coming to you with the final result. It is still the same thing. You are indeed pregnant miss Hayes." He repeated for the up-tenth time, but yet I found it hard to believe. There was no way in hell I would believe that. Getting pregnant for Benson, God! He would kill me. He kept reciting it over and over again that he doesn't want to see me pregnant. He warned me sternly to refrain from getting pregnant for him. He's even responsible for the drug I take, he bought it almost all the time and make sure it never lacking.From the first day I became his slave, he gave me postinor drugs and warns me to always take it after every intimacy we shared. His words," the last I would tolerate from you is
"Nothing." I responded sharply turning my face to stare at him. I look back at May giving her signal not to say anything. "She fell after using my office restroom and I'm helping her to stand." I added. Luckily, my toilet door is close to the place we are."I apologize if our closeness gives you wrong ideas." I stood up, grabbing her arms and helping her to stand as well. There was fear in May's eyes. "Put yourself together, so , he doesn't see through your eyes that I'm lying." I whispered into her ears as I help her stand before moving away from her."Thank you." She murmured, dusting her body."Is her result out?" He asked. He didnt question us any more on our close proximity, but I can see in his eyes the small doubt which he's trying to shed off. I just hope he doesn't bring it up again, especially when he's alone with May."You haven't answer me doctor.""Oh, yes. Her result is out." Responded me immediately sparing him a glance. I sighed, then gesture for him to take a seat. He