2019-05-11 at 10:39 PM UTC
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Nope not anymore
Holy fuck...wtf is this shit? Niggas explain..
Chapter 4
Chapter 4.
She picked up her tattered clothing. the blouse was to long gone to be decent. She was naked lights still on. As soon as he appeared he vanished. He ravaged her body. He degraded her. Humilited her. She started to cry. Tears flooded her eyes.
Then the door slammed shut by itself she heard a click. Frantically she ran to it trying to open the door. The handle locked in place it wouldn't budge. She was stuck.
Her breathing hastened as panick set in. How long she was going to be trapped there? She banged on the door. "Let me out!" She screamed, she hit the door with her fists. She hit the door hard enough to bruise her hands. Andreline coursed through her veins she felt no pain. It was now 3 am in the morning she beat at the door for 2 hours straight all energy exhausted she crumpled into a mass on the floor clutching at her disheveled hair.
"Why me?" She sobbed " Why me?!" She only cried.
Her head was swimming 1 year and 12 days she thought she would be over sorrow and grief. She thought she could live a happy life and forget his shadow. All that she wanted was a happy life. Like her sister. She was glowing and radiant from love where her own skin was pale eyes puffy and ringed like a racoon. She thought of how happy her sister became how love made her blossom. She loved and was loved in return. She ached for that.
She used to pride herself on resilience she was after modeled in the post modernest ideal of a working women. The one who emmulated success in a powersuit. Albeit dated she followed s working corperate path until she met him.
He was rough and callous with a not bullshit attitude. Her heart thudded in fear and excitement every time he took her. She remembered all the good times then it fell to shit.
His behavior grew increasingly erratic frantic over time. The cool calm demeanor fell into furious rage. He wouldn't speak with her for weeks even then one night with a bang he left this world.
She thought back on the day before.
She remembered it clearly she felt her biological clock tick. She was merely a young girl in love. She didn't even had a lover before him. She was cleaning his kitchen as he sat grudgingly on the couch.
"Food.." he demanded as he downed his beer, his eyes glaring at her. She knew he meant the take out they bought last night. She went to the fridge arranged the left overs on a plate then nuked it in the microwave. She then presented it before him on her knees. She then sat next to him as he ate. Her body trembled she wanted him. Badly. "What do you want?" He asked annoyed between bites "I'm hungry..." she replied bashfully.
"Then eat you stupid whore." He replied.
"Not for food.." she got on her knees before him, she then felt him through his pants. "This." She murmured ever so lovingly. He was silent. She giggled as she unzipped him freeing him. Its been 2 agonizing weeks she was ravenous. Before long she slobbering all over his cock. Her pussy only grew wetter the more she sucked it was leaking a spot through her neon leggings. He was motionless enjoying her mouth. He then pulled her mouth away she whined.
"Strip." He commanded. She removed her oversized tshirt and leggings. She was completely naked. He then dragged her to the couch. He slowly teased her by rubbing the head of his cock against her pussy she moaned tears welled as her body ached for him. He slipped it in so slighty she gasped her body hungry. Inch by inch he eased in. Her pussy was tight from non use. He finally hit her cervix. He started off slow grinding his way into her. Every movement felt pleasurable. She was in deep. She clung to him . His breath against her neck him in her. He went a bit harder. Making her moan more she was almost drooling. He was in her no condom..bare. her heart thudded. Then harder he pounded her with insane force imprinting himself in her. She cried out in pleasure. Her body clutching him with fury. She couldn't speak but her gutteral moan screamed her want of him. She clung to him harder his breathing in her ear.
Then he pinned her by the neck and pulled out cumming on her face. She was bewildered and confused. He laughed darkly. "I read your diary." He laughed as he pulled out a pink note book . He turned a page as she sat bewildered. How? Why?
"Dear Diary,..." he started he laughed "I love my master so much. I want him to marry me and have his babies."
She blinked back hot wet tears the cum felt like an egg on her face. He continued on "Everyday I think about a nice house; and a pickett fence. A dog and a cat and maybe 3 kids? Four? I get so wet thinking about master making me pregnant. Its like hes claiming a 100 percent as his. I love him. I love him soo much.." he paused to laugh darkly " I wish my dream will come true I'll be so happy!"
He was hysterical from laughing she was frozen with anger. Not wanting to say not nice things she remained silent. She fought back tears. "Like I would ever marry you...you are just an object nothing more nothing less." He laughed. He threw the book in her lap. She ran off to the bathroom crying after 5 mins she gathered her composure. She washed her face got dressed the silently wordlessly she left. That was the last time she saw him alive. Next time he'll be in a coffin.
She woke up somehow she was in his bed it was morning and daylight was broken. A fresh set of clothes was on the side. She got dressed it was tad bit ill fitting but it worked. Her head swam. She relived everything in one second. The door was open. She walked out. In daylight she saw the house as it was before. The gore next to the couch was anbymssal in the light of day. It stunk bad. She went back to the room and searched some more. She found his gold chain. She grabbed it and pocketed gathered her things and quietly left the house of horrors. Pure daylight hit her as she walked her head ached. She walked faster and faster.
She needed to be rid of this phantom. She knew of little occult cafe round the corner that may help with her problem. So intent was she on her mission she lost track of her surroundings. She ran into someone and fell on her ass.
2019-05-11 at 7:02 PM UTC
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Poetry you've enjoyed
On a journey, ill;
my dream goes wandering
over withered fields.
-Basho.
