“Bend over.”
Slowly, I lower myself over his lap. Closing my eyes, I feel the thick leather smacking my ass and I cry out in pain. I place my hand on my raw flesh and Devious moves my hand out of the way. He beats my ass with the belt, and I cry out in agony and pleading with him to stop. After the twelfth smack, he pushes me onto the ground.
He gets up from the cot. I wrap my arms around my knees, rocking back and forth whimpering. My butt hurts from moving. Devious leaves again then comes back with a bottle of cream.
“Lie over my lap.”
I cry harder as he rubs the thick cream on my aching flesh. It soothes my broken skin like putting ice to a burn.
“Be quiet before I fuck your mouth with my dick.”
I try to hold on in the sob, but I whimper like a wounded animal.
Devious picks me up and rests me on the thin mattress.
“I’m going to keep you here until I figure out if you’re going to be my pet or if I’m going to kill you.” He takes one last look at me before he disappears into the elevators. I stay in the fetal position until I pass out.
Roselyn
MY EYES FLUTTER OPEN AND my head hurts so bad my brain feels like it’s been fried and scrambled in a pan. I sit up on the thin cot and glance around the glass cell. There isn’t a window, so I don’t know what time it is. Memories of Tommy getting his throat slit burns in my mind. The way his eyes rolled to the back of his head, makes me want to empty out my stomach on the concrete floor all over again. I can’t get the sound of his flesh being cut out of my head nor the smell of copper out of my nose. I close my eyes and open them. Shaking my head, I do not want to see his dead corpse, but my eye wanders toward the cell and his body is gone. The cell is so clean it looks like no one was there. Tears trickle down my cheeks hard and fast. This is all my fault. He would still be alive if it wasn’t for me. I lie back on the cot and cry even more. Staring at the dim lamp hanging from the ceiling, I want my momma. I need her, more than ever. If she was alive, she wouldn’t allow Papa to marry me off for his convenience. Even though, he bought her and forced her to be his wife, she still loved me even though I’m the product of rape. Mama told me when I was eighteen years old, Papa used to force himself on her repeatedly. She didn’t hate me, in fact, she loved me more than life itself. She told me she wanted me out of the vicious cycle of being trapped in an abusive marriage. Here I am, following in her footsteps. Maybe, if I had gone to Vegas with Atrocious, then I wouldn’t be in the situation I’m in. He treated me a lot better than Devious ever did.
From the corner of my eye, I detect movement. Despite being in excruciating pain on my butt cheeks and scalp, I jump up from the cot and move to the corner of the cell.
A woman dressed in all black is walking toward me with a tray of food in her hand. She slides it to a little window, and I grab the tray of fresh bread and water, setting it on the little table. For all I know it’s poisoned, and this could be a set up. I’m better off dead anyways than to be in this nightmare.
I bang on the glass of the window.
“Help me! Please! Get me out of here!” I scream hysterically. She keeps on walking to the elevator. I toss the tray of food and drink to the glass window, screaming at the top of my lungs. Numbness covers my body like a cozy blanket.
What have I done? What have I gotten myself into?
About a few moments, the lights go off and I sit in pitch black. I have to pee bad.
“I have to pee!” I scream into the darkness. “Please! Let me out! Devious! I know you’re watching me, asshole!”
I know it’s not in my best interest to piss off my husband because he doesn’t give a shit about me, but at the same time, I need his attention. The burning sensation between my legs is growing and if I don’t get to the toilet then I will piss on myself.
“Please.” A single tear shreds down my cheek and I’m lost on what to do. Normally, with Papa, I could bullshit my way out of trouble with him, but Devious is a different kind of man from my Papa, he’s far worse and I’m dealing with the devil. Finally, I give in, pee on myself. The warm liquid rushes down my legs and makes my panties warm. Tears spring down my cheek as I peel them off and toss the clothes somewhere. I wrap the sheet around me as I blink at the darkness. To sit in solitude is sick. But then again, I have nobody but to blame for myself. I’m one who tried to kill Devious without thinking about the consequences. I’m the one who thought it was a great idea to protect myself from the monster. And now, my fate dangles in his hand. I fall asleep and wake up again to find more blackness. The cell light flickers on and the maid strides in with another tray. She eyes the uneaten food that I tossed on the floor.
“Why won’t you talk to me?” I ask. “Why are you ignoring me?”
“Mr. Cayden told me to not speak to you and only give you food,” she says.
“What will happen if you speak to me?”
She shakes her head. “He’ll
