“Bitch didn’t I say I’d kill you if you bit me? I will touch whatever I want to on you and don’t you forget that. I got something for yo ass.” Duck said as he wrapped his hand around my throat and went so far down my throat that he made my uvula touch the top of my esophagus.
I gagged and squirmed as Duck continued to thrust down my throat while reaching back and rubbing my stomach in a circular motion. Soon he was thrusting quickly in my mouth and holding my hair again before exploding all over my face. I closed my eyes and held my breath as the hot, sticky liquid ran down my eye and into my hairline. I felt like something lower than dirt as he smiled down at me and then smeared his semen all over my face. I laid there livid, frozen in anger as I watched Duck casually get up off the bed, unpinning my sore, outstretched arms and grabbing his dirty, shitty underwear off the ground. As he put them on, I glared at him while my tears mixed with his juices still left on my face, and I vowed to make him pay with his blood. No matter what it took I was going to make Duck’s nasty ass regret the day he ever met me.
“Death is too good for you bitch, but I got something for ya.” I said to myself as I continued to watch the pedophile dress through hateful eyes.
“What you say, Tisha? Don’t mumble, say what you have to say out loud. Remember who in control here sweetheart. Now, thank you for giving me some of the best head I’ve ever had, a bit sloppy but great nonetheless. Now, you get some sleep because I got a feeling this good review I’m about to give you will have the niggas knocking this door down.” Duck said as he wiped my face with the dirty, damp towel he had sitting on the dresser and then kissed me on the forehead before laughing.
I did nothing but glare at Duck as he laughed his way to the door, swinging it open just as my mother walked back into the house and down the hall. The light from the hallway illuminated the other dark half of the room making it possible for me to clearly see my mother’s face. When our eyes met, the hate was so strong smoke seemed to come from her eyeballs as she stared me down.
“You little bitch, I’m gonna fuck you up. I promise you that!” Denise yelled as she lunged forward with a bandage wrapped around her head, one on her face, and one on her left hand.
I kind of smirked as I watched her try to get passed Duck to put her hands on me looking like a ghetto mummy for Halloween that only had a half of roll of tissue. My laughter infuriated her so much I could see steam coming out of her ears as she growled and threatened me while Duck held her back.
“Oh you little slut bag bitch! You think it’s funny? I’m gonna fuck you up cunt just wait!” My mother yelled pushing Duck back into the room as she tried harder to get me.
“DENISE..STOOOPPP. Killing her ain’t gonna benefit us. Now, that mouth is fantastic. That’s what you need to focus on, finding some customers for that cap.” Duck said calming my mother as I watched the wheels in her brain start to move slowly like an obese hamster on one of those exercise wheels.
I could see revenge flare in her eyes as she smirked at me retreating from her mission of beating my ass. Instead she backed out of the room with her arms in the air, smiling at me and letting me know that more hurt was to come. If I could have predicted the pain, I would go through over the six months following that day I probably would have begged her to kill me right then, but I couldn’t. Instead I just laid there crying as my mother stared at me, creating a plan in her mind that would seal the deal on my six months of torture.
“You right Duck. I ain’t gonna kill the bitch, but after all the muthafuckas I send in here to tear her mouth and ass out she will wish her ass was dead. I’m gonna show you wanch, not to fuck with me. Bitch gonna get my money, just watch.” My mother said before laughing again as I closed my eyes and turned my head.
I pretended that my mother and Duck weren’t still standing there in the door kissing and laughing at me as I thought about how sweet my revenge would be when it finally came.
“Hard times don’t last always. Look forward to the rainbow after the storm.” Echoed in my mind as I imagined my uncle Scooby’s face as while he said that to me.
Those words helped me through that night by providing me with a source of strength to block out the pain. I used it when my mother came into the room a couple of hours later and stuck lit cigarettes to my flesh. I used it again in the middle of the night when Duck snuck back in and spent an hour with his face buried between my legs as I cried and tried to make myself invisible. Those words helped me through the days and weeks to come; however, as the list of men and boys my mother sent into the room to violate me grew longer, those words proved less effective. I laid there tied to that bed for days on end before anyone let me up, only seeing people when someone was coming to fondle me or relieve themselves in my mouth.
Duck brought us food and Sha and I talked and prayed through the vent daily, but other than that I just laid there and cried. After being tied to the bed for an entire month, Duck allowed his niece, who was an OB nurse to come over and check me and the baby out. She examined us while looking at me like I was an alien or some shit as if she wasn’t the fucked up person who came to examine and treat a 17-year-old pregnant girl who was strapped to a bed. I couldn’t believe the audacity of that ratchette hoe as she rolled her eyes at me and popped her gum while taking my vitals. After getting a clean bill of health and enough prenatal vitamins to last the rest of my pregnancy, I was locked back in my prison alone with nothing but my brother’s voice to keep me going.
The months I was locked away in that room, chained to that bed seemed to go by at a turtle’s pace. I watched myself get bigger and bigger as I laid on my back and stared up at the ceiling of my prison. My pregnancy was miserable because my back hurt all of the time and my limbs were sore from being tied up 85% of the time. Aside from that I was being violated like clockwork almost 20 times a week as guy after guy came through that steel door with their dick in their hands and left with a piece of my soul.
I was able to finesse most of them out of having sex with me, even if they paid for it by talking about the baby moving and growing inside of my stomach. The majority of the guys would feel awkward and just take the blow job and leave. Some of them would refuse to touch me at all and just sit and talk for their time. I was relieved those times and kind of looked at those guys as less dangerous, but still sadistic bastards. However, all of them were sick as fuck for not reporting what was happening to me.
My luck of finessing the tricks ran out though on October 18th right after I had just turned eight months pregnant. I remember that day like it was yesterday because it was the worst day of my fucking life. Duck had just finished feeding me hamburger helper and cornbread as I laid tied to the bed when my mother walked in with this fat, greasy, black man with overalls on. He had gold and diamond chains and rings on every finger and big diamond earrings that sparkled in the hall light. He was like a great big Christmas bulb all sparkly and shit, standing there grinning at me with that familiar pedophile glance. After a short introduction, I found out he was a big dope boy from Mississippi my mother was trying to impress so I was told to be on my best behavior.
I sucked up my anger and hurt as I closed my eyes and prepared to put the fat man’s tiny penis in my mouth. However, when I felt him raise the gown I was wearing that day and began to sick his fingers inside of me, panic surged through me fast. I didn’t want his fingers inside of me violating my baby and I also didn’t want him to find the switchblade I had stuffed up there for good keeping. I knew that I had to do something to get his attention away from my lower half and get him up to my mouth which was the only real weapon I had left with my limbs always being bound. I thought fast on my feet as I remembered some of the lines Lisa used to tell me and my sister Terricka from when she was a stripper. I quickly adapted one of the most memorable skits I saw her do, making it fit my circumstance and bait the fat fucker in.
“Ohh daddy. That pussy not wet yet but this mouth is. Come put that big dick in my mouth. If you do that this monkey will get wet.�
�� I said to the fat man in my best seductive voice as he grinned while still sticking his finger inside of me.
For a second I thought he felt the knife inside of me as he stopped moving his hand and stared at my face. However, after he suddenly grabbed himself and hurried up to my mouth, I knew that the warmth and moisture from inside of me had just excited him and I had him right where I needed him to be.
“Yea come on and put it in yo mouth you lil nasty pregnant bitch. I heard about you. They say you ain’t had no head until lil Denise give it to you. I can’t wait to feel it. Then I’ma fuck you to death, long and hard whether you want it or not.” The fat, pedophile creep said as I felt the anger inside of me ignite.
“What the fuck did you just say?” I asked him through clenched teeth as he laughed and rubbed his penis on my lips.
Hearing him say I was considered to be a mini version of my mother made me so mad I saw red as I let him put his baby penis in my mouth. All I could do was think about those words as I closed my eyes and sucked the tiny tic tac between my lips. The fat man moaned and closed his eyes, holding his head back and moaning as I deep throated his tiny dick while playing with his balls. I smiled as I looked up at him in ecstasy with his head back. He was really enjoying his blow job at that moment and I was enjoying the thought of fucking him up as I took his penis out of my mouth and licked his balls. I put both of his testicles into my mouth despite my urge to throw up, all because I wanted desperately to get revenge. I was going to show him who was a mini Denise if I didn’t do anything else.
Just as I felt his dick grow to its capacity and he was about to blow, I bit down on his nuts as hard as I could, cutting through his flesh like a hot knife through butter. I locked on his balls like a pit bull, shaking and pulling them until I had completely bitten one off. The slow drawling cry of the man suddenly filled the air as he screamed like hot coal was up his ass. I smirked at him as he looked down at me and covered the spot his balls used to be in with his hands.
I smirked as I watched him run to the door and try to get out, but Denise had locked it from the outside. He stood there with wide eyes, screaming until Denise finally opened the door and he burst out like a bat out of hell. Shock, anger, and a hint of pride was written all over Denise’s face as she stood there in the doorway glaring at me. I spit the balls I held in my mouth towards her and watched as it landed at her feet.
“Now you happy bitch. That’s what gonna happen to every other muthafucka you send in here. You hear me bitch?” I yelled at my mother as sparks of rage danced in her eyes.
I cringed as she lunged towards me, grabbing my hair and yanking my head to the side just as Duck bust in the room to intervene.
“WHOOOAAHH, what’s going on in here Denise? What the fuck happened to Big Terry? He running through this bitch like his ass on fire.” Duck asked as he held Denise and I looked at him smirking with blood running down my mouth.
My mother quickly filled Duck in on what happened as I laid there laughing, feeling satisfied that I was finally making muthafuckas feel the pain that I felt. My laughter turned to slight fear as my mother agreed to go after the fat man and Duck stayed there with me. He smiled at me with that nasty, sneaky smile as he closed the door and walked deep into the room. My heart raced as I watched him begin to peel the layers of clothing he had on before walking over to the bed.
“Tonight gonna be special princess., for ME and YOU. I ain’t none of fat man so you can try that shit if you want to and get the shit beat out of you. It’s best just to play nice with your fine ass. That belly getting bigger and I know that pussy is soo warm and wet. I have to get me some of it before you drop that rugrat. Ain’t no way I’m gonna wait six weeks to feel this. Now, I’m gonna untie your arms for this because I want you to hold me, but don’t try nothing or I will fuck you up Tisha.” Duck said as he leaned over and unwound the wire that held my wrists to the headboard.
I felt nothing but relief as he released my arms letting them fall down to the bed. As soon as I had my arms stretched out ready to help me attack my mind went to the switchblade stuck up my snatch. I knew that I had to get it out so that I could fuck Duck up, but with him standing over me butt naked and dick in hand, I didn’t see how it would be possible. Just then I heard my brother bang the wall inside the vents diverting Duck’s attention away.
“You better go check that Duck. It may be the police after how that fat bitch ran up out of here.” I said to Duck as I watched his stupid ass consider what I was saying.
Before I could even be in disbelief at how dumb he was he had darted out of the room and I had my hand up my vagina, pulling the switchblade out. I quickly tucked it under my thigh just as Duck bust back into the room smiling and telling me everything was fine. As soon as the words had left his mouth, Duck was back on top of me in the bed, wedging himself in between my legs and penetrating my semi-wet vagina. I cried out in pain and despair as Duck dug deep inside of me and moaned while pulling my hair. I stared up into his face as I took the knife out from under my leg, opened it, and held it firmly. I tried to stop the anger from surging through my body as I thought about where to stick Duck first, but my fury was so strong I couldn’t think straight. As he got leverage inside of me using the bed, while wrapping his hand around my throat, I had enough.
It was like time slowed down and someone or something invaded my body as I raised my hand quickly and precisely, stabbing Duck 15 times in the stomach before he could even blink his eye. Each time I stabbed him, I turned the knife opening the wound and ripping the flesh and organs inside. Duck jumped up off of me screaming and running like a scalded dog, quite similar to the pedophile before him as I laughed and immediately went to work cutting undoing the wires on my legs.
I watched him run out of the room and leave the door open as I continued to work on releasing my legs. Within minutes I was up and on my feet feeling wobbly from the 100 extra pounds I was carrying and the stress of all I had gone through. Laying down for the most part of six months hadn’t helped any ether as my legs felt like jello underneath me. I didn’t care about any of that though as I made my way to the door and ran straight to the closet next door. I flung it open quick and expected to grab my brother up and escape; however, all I found was an empty closet when I opened the unlocked door.
“Sha, Sha where are you?” I whispered as I crawled into the closet and put my face near the vent. I could hear something moving around in the walls and I knew it was Sha; however, I couldn’t figure out where he was. All I could do was call his name.
“Sha come out, let’s go.” I said as I suddenly heard footsteps coming down the hall behind me.
I quickly pushed my large body into the opening of the open vent and pulled the cover back over it as my mother opened the closet door screaming my brother’s name.
“Shamel, you retarded bastard, where are you? I’m fucking y’all up. I’m done playing. Where you at fucker?” Densie yelled as I held my mouth with my hands, keeping my screams inside.
After a few seconds of looking around the tiny closet and screaming, my mother left the room and walked to her bedroom. As soon as I heard her going down that end of the hall, I dashed out of the vent, into the closet, and out into the hall. I waited until I saw my mother open her bedroom door and step in before I dashed out of the closet and into the living room, straight towards the front door. Just as I touched the knob I heard a blood curdling scream come from my mother’s room, followed by her calling Duck’s name. I knew right then she had found him and saw that I fucked up two people she sent to destroy me in one night.
I felt slightly victorious as I unlocked the front door, leaving it open while whispering Sha’s name. I was going to find my brother and escape hell, never to see my mother again. That was the plan I had in my mind. However, when I heard my mother yell my name in an evil voice before cocking her gun, I knew that things wouldn’t work out as I planned. I bolted out of the apartment as fast as I could in the Mickey Mouse gown Duck had put me in days be
fore and my bare feet. I went down the stairs slowly and methodically, trying not to fall as my legs wobbled and my hands shook on the rail. I could hear my mother coming as I continued to go down the stairs and she yelled my name from up above.
“Tisha you bitch. I hate you. You killed Duck. You take something from me and I’ll take something from you bitch. Say goodbye to this retard.” My mother yelled as I looked up to see her dangling my brother’s unconscious body over the railing.
Time slowed again as I yelled for her to stop and told her I would do whatever she wanted while running back up the steps. I felt like I was running in quicksand as I tried to make it back to the top of the stairwell to save my brother. I got up five steps up before my mother did the unthinkable, destroying a part of me I could never get back. I watched from outside of myself as my brother’s limp body went soaring over the stairwell, three stories down to the ground. When Sha’s body hit the bottom, it made a loud thud as his head split open like a watermelon. I remember looking up into my mother’s hateful eyes before everything went back and I fell backwards down the concrete steps, ready to meet the same fate as my brother.
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