by Heiress
“Everybody out!” Adonis roared. The soldiers scattered like peasants.
“Brother-”
“Don’t you fucking brother me, Z. What the hell you mean he didn’t rape you? Did he tell you to say that? You trying to protect him? You that dumb in love that you protecting a man who took you innocence?” he badgered.
“Brother, he lied,” I started. I then went on to tell him the entire story. Leaving out no details. I had never been so honest with my brother before. Amir was more of my best friend than Adonis. He was always so busy running the country that he didn’t have time for me.
“So ... he lied to spare you?” he asked as if he wasn’t comprehending why Twan would do something like that.
“Yes, and I have a proposition for you. You still want to go live in America?”
Twan
As I sat there in my cell alone, I thought about the night my life changed forever. At times I felt like I brought this life upon myself. So many things I could have done different. I could have stopped myself. I could have walked away. I could have run away. Instead, I did what I did and then like a dummy, I got caught.
“Where the fuck is the money, Debbie?” my old man barked from his bedroom. My mother was sitting on the couch half sleep. She had worked a double and was so tired that she didn’t even take her scrubs off. She just came in and slumped down on the couch.
“Debbie! You hear me fucking talking to you?” he quizzed, coming out the bedroom. After seeing how out of it she was, he sucked his teeth. “You stupid bitch! I know you good and damn well ain’t smoke it. On God you a simple bitch! Get the fuck up!” He grabbed her by her arm and threw her on the floor.
“Owwwe, Ant!” she slurred, rubbing her arm. I went over to help her up, but she snatched away from me. “Mommy is okay. Go in the room son.” She would tell me that when she knew that my old man was about to start acting crazy. She never wanted me to see it happen and honestly, I hated to watch.
Slowly, I got up and walked around the corner to my bedroom, but I didn’t go in. I peeked my head around the wall to watch. Last time I listened to my mother and went into the room, she ended up in the hospital. I vowed to never let that happen again.
“I let you get a taste of the good shit and you want to smoke it up all damn day. Bitch you a crack head and I ain’t gone be with no damn crack head!”
“You… you the one who gave it to me, and you lied to me when you did it. You told me it was crack, but this is heroine. Just because I been stupid and stuck with your dumb ass don’t mean I forgot about my nursing degree. I could have been something. I could have made something of myself. But nope. I chose to stay with my drug dealing, no good having, still stuck in the streets, women beating ass nigga!” my momma barked.
WHAM!
My old man’s hand went right across her face. I started to come out from behind the wall, but my feet wouldn’t let me.
“Oh, so you a smart-ass bitch. Well if you so smart, then why the fuck you smoke my shit if you knew I was gone bet yo’ ass? Huh? Fucking dummy!” he spat before kicking her in her stomach.
Again, I tried to move but my feet wouldn’t let me. My momma kept talking back and my old man hit her every time she said something he didn’t like. That was one thing my momma didn’t know how to do; be quiet. She had to have the last word. She never allowed him to talk down on her, but I wished that she would just shut up sometimes. He beat her more when she talked back.
Ever since I was five, my old man has been putting his hands on my momma. I was only nine and I knew that I couldn’t match him. I knew that I couldn’t hurt him as much as he hurt my momma. The last time I tried to interfere with him hitting her, he threatened to kill her if I ever tried to again. I believed him because he was a dangerous man. My momma used to tell her friends that he was the type of crazy man that hit women just because the wind was blowing.
It was already hard growing up with a father in my life that wasn’t really there. It was even harder growing up with a momma who could barely care of herself. I never let it bother me too much because I was told that real men didn’t cry about things. I was told to use my hands to let out my anger, not tears. That was mainly the reason why I stayed in fights at school. I was always so angry all the time.
“Stop it! I can’t take it! Please just stop,” I heard my momma’s cries. I peeked back around the wall and saw how bloody my mother’s face was. I wanted to cry, but I knew I couldn’t. I had to be a man.
“I’m done with yo’ ass anyway. I’m out. Here’s one for the road. Have fun.” He dropped a few packs on the floor. I couldn’t see what was in it, but I’m sure it was her medicine. I waited for him to leave before I went to check on her.
“Momma, you good?” I asked, lifting up her head. Tears were all in her eyes.
“I’m so sorry, son. Momma is so sorry. I promise I’ll get better. I promise,” she vowed.
“You won’t get better until you leave him momma. We got to leave him.”
“Okay…okay. Go pack your things and then we can go. I promise, we can go,” she smiled. A part of me didn’t want to believe her but this was the first time she agreed to leave him. I needed this to happen, so I didn’t want to think the worse.
Running into my room, I started packing my things. Finally, we were getting away from him. I couldn’t wait. I packed up all my clothes first and then I packed my toys and school stuff. I made sure to grab all of my pictures and any other memorable things I had. When I got ready to walk to my momma’s room to pack her things, I heard a big bang.
“Momma?” I said, walking backwards. I didn’t see her in the living room where I left her. I noticed the bathroom door was shut, so I went to go look in there. “Momma?” I asked, knocking on the door. When she didn’t answer, I panicked. “Momma, open the door!” Still no answer.
I tried to push open the door, but I didn’t have enough muscle. I went to grab a hanger to break it open like my old man taught me. Once it was open, I pushed it a little and slid through the crack. “Momma!” I yelled, falling to the floor.
My momma was on the ground with foam coming out her mouth. I kept shaking her to see if she would wake up, but she didn’t. She just laid there, still and cold. “Momma? Momma please don’t die! Momma please! You’re all I have! Please wake up! Momma…momma!” I knew I was supposed to be a man, but I couldn’t help the tears. Seeing my momma dead on the floor was heart breaking. I could feel my heart ripping the more I stared at her.
With my small fingers, I closed her eyes and then kissed her cold cheek. I wiped the tears from my eyes and stood to my feet. Just as I was about to leave, I noticed the packets that my old man had dropped earlier. They were empty, and a needle was next to them. Suddenly, everything went dark. It was like something took over my body. I called it anger.
“Momma, I love you and I will make him pay for this.” I glanced down at my momma and felt nothing. It was like I went numb. I grabbed my bag that had my clothes in, then went into my momma’s room and grabbed the gun from underneath the bed. Without thinking, I left the apartment in route to my old man. I knew that was around the time he would be making drops around the corners in the alley way.
He took the one woman in my life who I loved. His momma, my grandma was always mean to me. His sister, my aunt would sometimes touch me. My momma was the only gentle soul I had in my life and she was my world. Now that she was gone, I couldn’t feel anything, and neither would my old man.
When I rounded the corner to the alley, there he was. Standing there with a bag in his hand. I raised the gun and my hand began to shake. I didn’t know if I was nervous or if I was just too anxious. “Ant!” I called him by his government.
He turned around and said, “Twan? Twan what the fuck yo’ ass doing out here this late? Did yo’ stupid ass momma let you come out here? Dumb bitch!” he spat.
“My momma is dead!”
POW!
Every time I think of that story, I still hear the gun shot in my
head. That night could have gone so many ways. I could have interfered with my old man beating my momma and end it there. I could have taken the drugs away from her. I could have rushed her to the hospital and tried to get her some help. I could have never picked up the gun and killed my own dad. I could have let karma handle his ass.
I felt like that night changed me and then I met Bella and Leah. They changed the man I changed into. I wasn’t so dark with them. As soon as I laid eyes on both of them, my world lit up. I literally smiled when I saw them. Them being dark and beautiful reminded me so much of my momma. They gave my life meaning again. I needed someone to protect and God gave me Bella and Leah.
“I got to fight this shit. I can’t die on them,” I said to myself.
Bella
“It wouldn’t be so hard to eat if you would just learn to be obedient, Queen Bella,” Enzo spoke from across the table.
I only stared at him with hatred and disgust. I didn’t want to show how sore I was because I was too busy trying to be strong. My body was in excruciating pain. If I wasn’t in agony from our dangerous and unorthodox sex sessions, I was sore from being beat on like a gym bag. If I said one wrong thing, moved a certain way, made an unusual nose or just aggravated him with my presence, he would beat on me. The sad part about my new life was that I rather get beat on than go to the black room.
It was a room that was all black with no windows and no sanity. The walls were made up of mirrors which was both on the ceiling and the floor. Strange toys and objects were placed all around. Sex swings, chokers, cages and restraints lived in that room. I was convinced the devil resided there. I still can’t get out the first time I entered that room. I saw my life flash before my eyes and I just knew I was about to die.
“I can’t keep doing this. It’s disgusting. It’s wrong and it’s just…it’s just nasty. You’re not touching me no more!” I yelled at Elaine. It was yet another morning where I was ordered to bathe with her and allow her to do things to my body that was only meant for Adonis. I couldn’t do it anymore. As soon as it would start to feel good, I would look in the mirror and get sick about what was happening. I had nothing against her, I just craved Adonis so much that I only wanted him to touch me.
“Queen Bella please. I’m begging you. He will kill me,” she begged.
“I… I can’t. It’s degrading what he’s making you do to me. It’s degrading to have him watch. I’ll say I rejected you. I’ll help you anyway I can, but I can’t do this anymore,” I cried.
Some women would think that this wasn’t so bad. That it was just fun, and that life could be so much worse. Living without the man you love is worse. Craving for his touch and only his is worse when you can’t have it. I felt like I was betraying him by having her please me. I was already betraying him by marrying Enzo.
“Queen Bella please just-”
The door opening up cut her sentence short. It was Enzo. He looked at me and then glanced at Elaine. “Is there a reason why you two are standing and not sitting in the tub?” he asked.
Swallowing a gulp of spit, I answered. “I’m not doing this anymore. It’s my choice. Elaine had nothing to do with my decision, so if you want to punish someone then punish me.”
An evil grin appeared on his face before he started laughing. “I’m not in the mood for your disobedience today, Bella. Get in the bath and do as you’re told. Now!” he snapped.
“No!” I spat back.
All the servant girls in the room fell silent. I could see fear in all of their eyes. It was like something I had never seen before. They were shook. My attention traveled back to Enzo who was glaring at me with dark low eyes.
“Fine. Have it your way,” he grinned. “Tie her up,” he ordered.
“Huh? What?” Before I could protest, the girls all gathered around me. Four pinned me down and two tied my legs and my feet up with what felt like a scarf. “Stop it! Let me go!” I yelled but they only ignored me. Once they were done, they stood back against the wall. I laid on the bed, tied up like a pig ready to get slaughtered.
Enzo grabbed the scarf from in between my wrist and pulled me to the floor. That pain alone caused me to scream. “The black room awaits us,” he said before he began dragging me down the hall. I kicked and screamed. I was panicking because I didn’t know what to expect. No one helped me. They all just stared as he drug me like a rag doll down the long gold-plated hallways.
When we finally stopped, I felt relieved. That relief was short lived when the big black door opened to a room so cold and dark. He pulled me in and then slammed the door behind him. I was beyond frightened when I saw what was in the room. Everything looked painful and dangerous. It was like I walked into fifty shades of craziness. Whips and chains hung on the wall along with leashes and belts. Ropes were tied to the bed and hooks hung from the ceiling. I had to be in hell.
“You want to disobey me? You want to act out and disrespect me and my orders? Fine. This is your punishment,” he spoke before throwing me onto the bed. “Get on your knees,” he ordered.
“No! I’m not doing anything you ask me to-”
SMACK!
The back of his hand flew across my face so hard that I felt like my neck could have been broken from the blow. Blood leaked from my lip. “You will do as I say when I say! Is that understood?” he barked.
“Yes,” I answered not wanting to get hit again. With my hands still tied, I got into a doggystyle position. He tied my hands to the foot of the bed. Then he placed some type of metal rod in between my legs that was hooked to my ankles. If that wasn’t enough, he placed some type of contraption around my waist that made it impossible for me to move. I was stuck in the doggystyle position and unable to move, not even one limb.
I watched as he grabbed a long whip. “You want to disobey me?” he asked right before he hit me with it across my ass.
“AHHHH!” I cried out.
“You want to embarrass me?” he asked again before another hit.
“AHHHH!” I screamed.
“You want to disrespect me!” So many hits went across my back, legs and ass that I lost count. I could feel my skin burning from the outside in. It was like he had poured acid on my body. I was heaving in and out to catch my breath between cries.
“Oh, that was just a taste. You haven’t felt pain yet,” he threatened. I could hear him coming out of his clothes. He stepped in front of me and stared at my breast. His lips quivered as he looked like he wanted to devour them. He grabbed some chain like thing in his hands. He grabbed my breast and pinched my nipple before clamping a clip to it.
“Owwwe! Take it off! Take it off please! It hurts!” I cried.
“Not yet it doesn’t,” he smiled lifting the chain. It pulled at my nipples and I began to feel pain like no other. He secured it on a pole that was attached to the bed. Tears developed in my eyes as my nipples were being pinched and stretched.
“Enzo, please!” I gasped.
“Yes. Beg. I get aroused from your cries of pain,” he wickedly laughed, enjoying my suffering. I watched as he walked to a cabinet and pulled out what looked like a small cone. I panicked when he got behind me. I tried not to look at his dick, but it seemed to swing when he walked. It wasn’t as thick as Adonis’, but it was longer than an elephant’s trunk.
His fingers caressed my asshole before he stuck his finger inside it. I didn’t want it to feel good, but it did. I had never had my asshole played with before and the sensation was almost unbearable. “Mmmhm. It seems as if Bella likes her asshole played with. You’re starting to get wet back here. Too bad I’m not here to cause you pleasure.”
Just after his words, I felt a thick object pushing its way into my ass. “AHHH! Stop! Stop! Stop! That hurts!” I screamed to the top of my lungs.
“Not yet it doesn’t,” he quipped. With all his strength, he pushed the object inside my ass. The pain was almost close to death. The worse part about this was that I couldn’t run. I tried. I tried to move but I couldn’t. I had no choice
but to take it. The object was jammed in and out of me roughly. It was like pushing an eggplant inside a cheerio. It hurt like hell.
“Let’s see if you can handle both holes being fucked.”
I felt the tip of his dick rest at my opening. Before I could beg for him not to enter me, he shoved his dick so deep inside my pussy that I could feel it poking at my cervix. The pain was unbelievable. I was feeling so much at once and it all hurt differently.
My body was still stinging from the whip lashes. Every time he entered me, my nipples would get yanked and pinched harder. The circulation in my wrist and ankles was being cut off from the tight ropes. My knees were sore, and muscles ached. My asshole felt like it was being penetrated by a lit candle the way it burned. My vagina didn’t so much hurt but the thumping the tip of his dick was doing to my cervix felt ten times worse than menstrual cramps. I was in complete and utter agony at this point.
“Please…please Enzo, stop! I can’t take it anymore. Pleeeeeease!” I begged with tears trickling down my cheeks.
“Yes! Beg me to stop! Cry tears of pain! Hurt! I want you to hurt, Bella!”
“I can’t take it! Stooooop! Just stop it! Please!” I pleaded.
“You’re taking it better than she did. I’m surprised. Still, I’m not letting up on you. I’m going to murder this pussy until there is nothing left. Whose pussy is this? Huh? Who’s is it?”
No longer willing to betray the man I love, I yelled, “ADONIS! This pussy belongs to Adonis you sick son of a bitch!”
He suddenly stopped. I could hear him heaving in and out. “Is that so? We will see about that,” he spoke before I felt lashes go across my back.
“AHHHH!”
“Whose pussy is this? Who’s is it, Bella? Say it’s mine! Say it!” he roared like a mad man.
“My pussy belongs to Adonis!” I confirmed. I was not longer going to betray him. Even when I wanted to so bad. The pain was becoming more and more unbearable. I found myself short of breath. At one point, I couldn’t even speak. I had lost my breath screaming so hard and loud. My chest was burning from me breathing so hard. I wouldn’t wish this man on my worst enemy.