Warning:
Contains sexual content and language
Warning:
Contains sexual content and language
Control is
something he believes in. Pain is something he enjoys. And Me…I’m
something he likes to do. Every time he comes around, he’d come in my room, and
lock me up. My wrist are always red from the pressure
of his body pulling mine down. I’m what he likes to call his sex toy. I don’t
know when this is going to end, but I swear to God I’m going to kill him. He
made me bleed…I’ll make him bleed…
“Almudena.” He called. I got up, worn to the bone, and went to the dinning room.
“Marcus…I
can’t do this right now.” He stood up and grabbed my by my hair, yanking me
towards him.
“You’ll
do what ever the fuck I ask you to do, you understand?” He put his hands in his
pants and kissed my lips hard. I moaned in pain as I felt him slide inside me.
I cried because I was so very sore. He was hurting me and there was nothing I
could think to do.
“Stop.” I cried, but I knew he wasn’t going to. His hand was
guiding it deeper into me and my pelvis began to ache as he pushed further. I
screamed and he covered my mouth.
“Oh yeah baby.” He turned my back to the couch and sat me
down in it, putting my legs on either of the arm rest, and he got down on his knees,
sticking his tongue into my hot sore center. I screamed feeling one of his
fingers slip inside.
“No…”
I couldn’t let him do that to me
anymore. I couldn’t be striped of who I am to be someone’s bitch. My father
killed his father, and Marcus…that man’s son…he’s solution was to rape me every
night, toy with me, lock me up, and strip me down. Stick anything inside of me
and think it’s okay. Fuck that. And how the hell do
you get the cops to be on your side and you’re the damn devil?
I got up, and headed down the
hall to his bedroom. He was sound asleep, so I went to the kitchen and grabbed
his gun out of the third drawer down.
He
grunted, kissing my neck and chest, squeezing my breast as I moaned in pain. “You
like this shit don’t you? It’s the best damn thang you ever fucking had in your
damn life!” He dug deeper into it felt like I could feel him in my throat.
My emotions of despair began to
get the best of me and tears streamed down my face like a broken faucet. I gripped
the gun in my hand and held it tight.
“I
got you for the rest of your fucking life.”
I felt pressure on my chest that
told me how bad I wanted and needed to kill this man. I can’t continue to let
dumb things stop me from living a normal life.
“I’ma
eat your pussy out Ma. I’ma eat
it all. Right after you show me how you like it.” He
flipped me over onto my stomach, my legs still over the arm rest. He shoved
himself in through the back, sending a shot of pain through my back, and I
immediately felt my legs go out.
I walked toward his room,
looking through his doorway. I quietly got closer to him, and whispered, “I
hope it felt good Marcus, cause it’s the last thing
you’ll feel beside this bullet.” I shoved him and he walk up and I held the gun
to his head. “I want you to feel this. This is my pain. Wrapped
up in one little shell. You used to scream my name,
I want you to scream it now.”
“You wouldn’t
fucking dare you bitch. You can’t hurt me.”
“Like hell I can’t you mother
fucker.”
“Do it! DO IT!” He yelled, and I
set the gun for it. I was ready, and I knew nothing would stop me.
“You’re going to feel my pain.”
I reached for his shorts, and pulled them down with his draws. I pushed him on
to his back and straddled him.
“Oh yeah Ma.
I like it like that Ma.”
“I’m not your damn Ma.” I
grabbed his dick and squeezed it, pushing my nails into it. He screamed and I
hit him with the gun so he wouldn’t be able to hit me or anything. I put the
gun on his head, shoving it in his face. “Goodnight.” I pulled the trigger.
“I’m
going to get you back.” I whispered, I knew I said
that every night but he was going to get what was coming to him.
~-~-~-~
Marcus Mallon Mazzello
Born:
~-~-~-~
I smiled
looking at the headstone. “You never wanted to unlock me, so I locked you up.
Payback is a bitch.” I whispered staring at his name on the stone. “You got
what was coming to you bastard.” I walked away, towards my car.
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