“Ahahahaha! Ahahahaha!” she hollered in excruciating pain as streams of tears poured out of her eyes and sizzled, like a hot plate from Applebee’s. “Ahahaha!” she screamed, while squirming and turning. She used her vagina muscles to push out the curling iron. She could feel the inside of her vagina cooking. “Ahahaha!” Faith let out a scream that stopped Regina from pushing the curling iron even deeper.
Faith found the strength she never knew she had and pulled hard, ripping the sheets that strapped her hands in place. She sat up and head-butted her mother in her nose.
“Ughh,” Regina groaned in pain and stumbled backwards, while trying to get her brain to readjust to what had just taken place. Before she knew it, Faith had pulled the curling iron out of her vagina and untied the white bed sheets off her ankles. She leaped off the bed, punching her mother in the face. “Ughh!” Regina screamed, while staring at her daughter, surprised with fear.
The look Faith had in her eyes was a look she had seen before; someone she prayed she would never see again. A right jab and a left hook made Regina’s head move like one of those bobble head toys people keep on their desks.
“Ahhhhh!” Regina screamed with each blow.
Faith locked her hands on the back of Regina’s neck and head-butted her three times. Then, using all her might, she kicked her knee, crashing into her mother’s stomach.
“Noooo! Nooo!” Regina screamed, while falling to the ground. Her crying in pain was quickly silenced by Faith’s bare feet kicking her in the mouth.
“Fuck this! I won’t be a victim again,” Faith mumbled as blood gushed out of Regina’s now broken nose. The blood traveled down into Regina’s mouth. She spit it out before she received a swift kick in the stomach. “I hate you! I hate you! All my life you think you can control me, hurt me, sell my body for money! Why? Why do you hate me? You’re my mother!” Faith questioned Regina with rage in her voice and began to stomp Regina’s thigh.
Regina reached her hand down her shirt, in between her double D cleavage, and dug around until she felt the handle of her chrome 380 handgun. She pulled it out from between her breasts and under her shirt quickly, as Faith continued to stomp on her thigh. She could feel it swelling up and a knot growing inside. In an awkward angle, she aimed. Before Regina could pull the trigger, Faith kicked the gun out of her hand, sending it a few feet across the room, next to the bathroom door.
“All my life I put up with your shit, but not anymore!” Faith screamed as she grabbed the curling iron off the floor.
“Noo! Lord no, help me,” Regina cried out, while turning on to her stomach. She used her hands to try to help push herself up, but stumbled back on the wooden floor, from her legs being so sore.
“Oh, don’t run now mother, let’s finish what you started,” Faith said. “No, no! You can’t get away that easy,” Faith said, while grabbing her mother’s legs and dragging her backwards.
Regina’s eyes opened in shock as her mind wondered how her 5’4” tall daughter, who only weighed 150 pounds, was able to pull her 300-pound frame, almost lifting her up off the floor. Regina’s eyes opened wider as her daughter dropped her legs and grabbed her by her waist, popping the button off of her jeans. Next, she could feel Faith’s small hands yanking off her jeans and panties.
“Nooo! Nooo!” Regina screamed and squirmed as she tried to get away as she felt her jeans now on her ankles. “I got to reach the gun. I must stop this little psycho bitch,” Regina said to herself as her heart raced.
“Oh, you like to dish it out mother, but you can’t take it. This is the last time that you will ever hurt me,” Faith said while picking the hot curling iron back up.
A deep rage was in her eyes, but a twisted, wicked smile spread across her face, showing off her white teeth. She was looking at her mother with her jeans and panties down, hanging off of her ankles, while lying on her stomach. She looked like a large, blue whale that washed up onto the shore, wanting to be tossed back into the water, but was stuck.
“Squirming left to right was good for me, it’ll be good for you too,” Faith said.
“Ughh,” Regina moaned in pain.
When she heard her daughter say those words, Regina stopped trying to sit up or crawl towards the bathroom door, which was where the gun was. “What the fuck you mean by that, you crazy bitch? I should have flushed you down the toilet the day you were born,” Regina said. She turned her head to look behind her while smiling, knowing her words had hurt her daughter. She could tell by the way her eyes trembled that she was trying to fight back the tears. Regina’s smile quickly disappeared when she noticed the hot curling iron in her daughter’s hand. “What’s good for me is good for you,” Regina mumbled the words her daughter said. She screamed as reality sunk in that she was laying on the floor, damn near naked and helpless, and her daughter was about to do to her what she just did to her daughter. “Nooo! Nooo! Fucking Nooo!” Regina screamed and began to panic. She started to crawl for the front door, but Faith pulled her backwards and spread her legs.
“Like mother, like daughter, right mother?” Faith asked and aimed for her mother’s fat vagina.
“Ussh!” Regina let out a grunting sound as she pushed the hot curling iron out of her vagina with her pussy muscles.
“It won’t be that easy, bitch!” Faith shouted and pulled her mother by the legs, dragging her back some, and then rammed the hot curling iron back into her mother’s vagina.
“Ahhhhh!” Regina hollered at the top of her lungs, as the sizzling sound of her pussy beginning to cook echoed through the room.
Tears poured down her eyes as she took deep breaths and remembered that she could handle this pain and take more. She had endured far worse pain by the hands of Faith’s father. Regina tightened up her face and screamed; she gasped for air and could feel Faith pushing the hot curling iron deeper into her vagina. Her insides felt as if they were melting away. She closed her eyes, squeezing her eyelids tighter together, and then reopened them, focusing on the gun by the door. She used her fingernails to pull against the floor as her body crawled like a sneaky cat, and then, a smile spread across her face as her fingers became inches away from the chrome 380 handgun. She looked back to see if Faith was paying attention, but she was too consumed on inflicting pain. Regina reached with all her might and grabbed the handgun.
“Yes,” she said while pulling back the chamber, making a bullet jump into the head of the gun. She pulled the gun close to her breast while laying flat on her stomach on the floor, knowing she had to wait until the right time before taking the shot.
“Hhmmm!” Faith groaned, getting frustrated that her mother had somehow learned to control the pain that she was inflicting on her. Faith pulled out the hot curling iron. “Hmmm, I guess you can take pain better than I thought.” Faith grabbed her mother by the legs and flipped her over.
Regina looked at her and squinted her eyes. “Better than you know. You have no idea what you are doing to me. You will never compare to the pain your father inflicted on me as a child!” Regina shouted, causing Faith to freeze in her tracks.
“Who is my father? Tell me about him. Tell me why you hate me so much,” Faith inquired. The evil look in her eyes had disappeared. She stood there with the bloody curling iron in her hand with a look on her face, looking like an innocent child searching for answers.
“If you want to know who your father is, just look in the mirror, bitch. That’s the only answer you will get from me before you die!” Regina screamed. She then raised the chrome 380 handgun that she had hidden with her hand, covering it over her breast. She aimed for Faith’s forehead.
Faith knew this time it was over for her. All the years of abuse came down to this moment; the moment her mother had been waiting for. Finally, a reason to kill her. Faith squinted her eyes, watching the chrome handgun pointed at her head, and her mother’s chubby finger slowly pulling back on the trigger. Faith’s mind raced, knowing she didn’t have any time to waste. She quickly tugged at the plug to the
curling iron out of the socket and tossed the hot iron towards her mother’s face.
“Ahhhhh!” Regina yelled, while squeezing the trigger and trying to duck from the curling iron’s path.
The bullet jumped out of the 380 handgun, but not before Regina jerked her arm, causing her to miss her target. It missed the center of Faith’s forehead by a few inches and slammed into the wall behind her. The steaming hot curling iron landed onto Regina’s fat face.
“Ahahahahaha!” She hollered as it melted to the meat of her face.
Faith wasted no time and ran full speed, leaping over her mother and towards the bathroom door.
“Ugshh!” Regina hollered, while pulling the hot curling iron off of her face, ripping away pieces of burnt flesh. She stared at the large pieces of meat on the curling iron and screamed. “Ahahaha!” She took her hand and touched her right cheek to feel a deep hole in her face. Regina rolled back onto her stomach, stretched out her arms and gripped the 380 handgun with both hands.
Faith had made it to the front door. “Shit! Oh god! Oh God,” she mumbled, while unlocking the third dead bolt, but the door had five dead bolts. She turned her head back and could see her mother aiming at her. Boom! Boom! Boom!
The 380 handgun sent three bullets flying towards Faith. The first bullet slammed into the back of her shoulder, ripped out through the front of her chest and slammed into the metal front door. The second bullet ripped through the meat of her back and came out through her stomach, sending chunks of flesh onto the door. The third bullet hit the back of her thigh and got lodged there.
“Ahhahaha!” Faith screamed as her leg went back and she caught herself before she hit the ground. She used all of her energy to unlock the two remaining locks as fast as she could.
“Oh, no you don’t bitch!” Regina shouted, while watching her daughter open the front door. She squeezed the trigger four more times, sending bullets flying.
Faith hit the floor and the bullet flew passed her head. She jumped up and hopped on one leg, doing her best to run, knowing that it was only a matter of time her mother found the strength to sit up and chase her to finish the job. She ran down the hallway, leaving a trail of blood. She reached the steps and regretted that she lived on the third floor. “Ahhhhh! Ushh!” She groaned and cried, while leaking down each step.
Regina pulled up her panties and ran into her bedroom and dug under her pillow, where she had an extra clip for the handgun. She pressed a button and released the chamber. Taking the empty clip out and putting in the new one, she put a bullet in the gun. “Ahahaha! Shit!” Regina groaned while trying to walk, but the soreness inside her pussy was causing her to scream. “Fuck! Fuck! You little bitch! Ahhhhh! I’ll make sure you’re dead!” Regina shouted, hoping to see her daughter’s body squirming in the hallway. “Shhhhh!” She let out a hissing sound with every step she took. She smiled when she made it to the front door and saw a pool of thick, red blood. “Damn, I hit that bitch good. I will see my dead daughter soon.”
She walked out of the apartment, inching every step. Her facial expression changed to panic when she noticed the blood trail hadn’t stopped in the apartment building, but kept going down the staircase. She could see Faith on the final flight of stairs before she reached the lobby. She aimed the handgun and fired wildly below toward Faith’s body.
“Noo! Noo! Die, die! Noo! I will not live in fear, not again. You won’t scare me like your father. Fuck you! Fuck you, Black Ice!”
Faith could hear her mother scream out over the loud gunshots that echoed through the stairway. Knowing she couldn’t take another bullet, Faith sucked up all the pain running through her body as she could. She ran across the building lobby and out of the front door.
“What the fuck!” She could see two young thugs having sex, sitting on a parked car. Faith held her stomach tightly as blood poured out of it and down her legs.
“I can’t, she’ll get me. I can’t stop,” she mumbled, repeating herself, knowing that it wouldn’t take her mother too long to reach her.
“Oh my God! Call the ambulance!” a woman in her mid-thirties called out as she got off the bus coming from work. She looked around and wondered why nobody was helping Faith, but then again, this was Staten Island. People mind their business out here. Just last week, a man beat his girlfriend to death in front of their building and nobody helped. “Sweetie, you must stop moving. Stay still and lay on the floor while I call the cops. Who did this to you?” the beautiful, brown skinned woman asked.
Faith turned her head and looked at her for the first time. She had short hair that was cut in a bob hairstyle, her eyes were a beautiful light brown and she was thick, not fat, but she had a little stomach.
“I can’t stop. I just can’t stop! I must keep moving,” Faith said, while moving. Faith moved down the block, turning the corner.
The brown skinned woman that was by her side continued to race after her in a rapid speed.
“Ugh, I don’t feel so well,” she groaned and held the lady’s shoulders as she stumbled and tried to catch her, but she hit the sidewalk hard.
“Oh my God, sweetie, please stay still and keep your eyes open, don’t go to sleep,” the woman ordered, while kneeling down next to Faith, on her cell phone calling the police.
“I can’t keep my eyes open,” Faith mumbled as she felt herself becoming groggy.
A black van pulled up next to them, stopping short, causing the tires to make a squealing sound. Faith’s eyes opened wide as a dark skinned, bald headed man with a black leather pea coat stepped out of the back of the van. He was tall and muscular with a scar on his face. Faith knew right away that something wasn’t right with the man. He walked up to them and was now standing behind the brown skinned woman, who hadn’t noticed him because she was too busy focusing on Faith.
“Run! Run!” Faith panicked, but it came out as a whisper as she coughed up blood.
“Shhhhh, honey don’t talk, you need to save your energy. The ambulance should be here any second. God, please send them faster,” the brown skinned woman mumbled.
Faith looked at the woman and wondered how this complete stranger could care more about her than her mother did. Faith closed her eyes then opened them, realizing that the dark skinned man was still standing there. In one swift move, Black Ice pulled out one of his chrome bulldog handguns and swung.
“Ughh! Ughh!” the woman screamed from the new throbbing pain she felt on the back of her head. She turned around to see what had just hit her and realized it was a mistake.
Black Ice grinned and swung once more, hitting the woman in the temple on the left side of her head.
“Ahhhhh!” She let out a weak scream before passing out.
Two henchmen, dressed in all black, hopped out of the van. “What do you want us to do boss?”
“Grab them both and put them in the van. Be very careful with the dark skinned one. If you’re not, I’ll cut your fucking balls off, and burn the whole so you don’t bleed to death. And while you lay there naked, crying like little bitches, I’ll force you to watch one of my dogs eat your nut sack and chew on it as if it were bubble gum. Then order him to finish you off,” Black Ice said through clenched teeth.
The henchmen lowered their heads in fear. “Yes boss,” one henchman replied.
“Don’t ‘yes boss’ me, hurry up and get her in the van before she bleeds to death!” Black Ice ordered.
The two henchmen swiftly picked both of the women up and hopped in the back of the van. Black Ice jumped into the driver’s seat and started up the van.
Regina limped as fast as she could out of the lobby. She looked at the gun in her hand and smiled. “I got you now, little bitch. I’ll do to you what I should have done to your father years ago,” she mumbled to herself, while following the thick trail of blood.
She followed it down the block, turned the corner and stopped suddenly in her tracks. Her heart pounded hard in her chest, feeling as if it was going to burst. “No! Nooo! Nooo! Noooooo!” she
screamed, while watching the black van pull off, but not before she made eye contact with Black Ice through the driver’s side mirror.
He grinned and lip-synced the words, “I’ll be back for you, bitch.”
“Ahhhhh!” Regina screamed and took off running in the opposite direction.
Chapter 3
“Ughhh! Uhhh!” Faith groaned in pain. She forced her eyes to open and could now see a handsome, muscular, dark skinned man, standing over her with his head tilted to the side, as if he was examining her. “Who are you and where am I?” she asked as her throat was sore. She stared at the man. Everything about him seemed so familiar, but she didn’t know how because she had never even seen him before. There was something terribly wrong with him, she could sense it. Her body was telling her to run. “Who are you?” Faith asked again as she awoke even more. She could hear what sounded like a woman, screaming and hollering in pain in the background.
“You haven’t earned that answer yet. You have to show me way more before I can claim you as one of mines,” Black Ice said in a deep tone.
Faith closed her eyes for a second and when she had opened them again, her whole facial expression had changed. The woman that stopped and helped her was now standing naked in front of her with her, makeup running down her face from crying. Faith looked at her closely. She looked like a former image of herself and could feel the pain written all over her face. Her perfect dark brown skin was completely covered in black and dark red bruises.
“This is Brandy. You met her the night she stopped and helped you. I know she wished she would have never stopped and helped you now, don’t you?” Black Ice asked and then, yanked her by her head and slowly let his tongue travel on her neck.
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