Chapter Thirty

 

My life over the next few weeks was a routine of getting up just to get high. Reds and me was really running wild now—especially since she was no longer pregnant. I had changed so much over the past couple months. I was harder and had taken on a “fuck it” type of attitude. As long as I got my rock and by any means necessary, I was happy.

I put the key in the abandoned apartment door to let myself in. I had just scored a couple rocks and some dough. When I turned the door handle and walked in, I reached down in the corner of the door and found the flashlight. I turned it on and walked to the area of the apartment that I had made my living quarters.

I was immediately snatched and thrown against the wall. Before I could react, I was struck in the face. Dazed I tried to put my hands up to deflect the next blow that I saw being delivered to my face. I managed to block it. My attacker and I arm-wrestled before I could kick him. He fell backwards and I tried to run but he lunged and clipped me at the ankles, bringing me crashing to the floor on my stomach.

Air violently left my body and I couldn’t breathe. My attacker pounced on my back and began choking me from behind. I needed to get some leverage. I elbowed him several times in his side and then pushed up with all my might, like I did with Luchi, and my attacker fell off my back. I tried crawling away but couldn’t get away fast enough. He tried grabbing at my legs again as I windmill kicked him. Suddenly the attacker pulled out a gun and I could see its silver reflection. It was pointed at me.

“Make another move and I’ll kill you.” The voice said.

I lay still on the floor and he kneeled down beside me, took duct tape that he already cut and hung from the dresser, and put it over my mouth. He put the gun to my head and I got a chance to see the familiar scratches on the weapon. It was mine. Jarvis and Reds had sold my gun and somehow it ended up in his hands.

“That’s it don’t fuckin’ move.” He said again.

I remembered that my bat was on the floor beside the bed. But I was in the dark living room too far away to get to it. The only light that was in the apartment was the night-light plugged into the hallway near the bathroom.

My attacker tried grabbing my arms but I put up a fight and he struck me with the butt of his gun causing me to lose consciousness for a moment. He wrapped my wrists in duct tape, too. I was now completely at his mercy. He ripped my shirt open and snatched off my bra and my breasts were revealed. It was cold so my nipples immediately became erect.

“Damn, look at them beautiful things.” He said.

He gruffly smelled my neck and then moved down to my breasts and bit them so hard I thought he drew blood. He laid the gun on the floor beside him again and I felt my sweat pants being tugged down. When he accomplished getting them off, he opened his coat up and unbuckled his pants. His dick sprung out. He stood up over me stroking himself as he looked down on me. Then I felt a warm liquid on my chest and realized he was pissing on me. When he was done he positioned himself over me on his knees and tried nudging my legs apart.

“Bitch, open up so I can get that pussy! Open up your legs before I shoot them motherfuckers open.” He hissed grabbing his gun and pointing it at me again. He nudged them open with his knee and then shoved his finger in my pussy.

“Oh yeah. This oughta be good.” He said.

He stuck the head of his dick in the entrance to my pussy and pushed and pushed until he was completely inside of me. He moved in and out of me slowly, moaning and grunting as he did. He began to speed up his pumping and grabbed my breasts with such force that I thought he was going to rip them off my chest.

“Yeah, Kaneesha. I told you I was going to get this pussy. Didn’t I?” he grunted in my ear as he banged in and out of my pussy harder. My eyes wanted to pop out of my head and I finally recognized the voice. The ski mask that Dubbs wore protected his true identity but I knew it was him.

“Turn the fuck over! I want that phat ass!” He whispered as he roughly turned me on my stomach.

With my hands being duct taped I could not fight Dubbs off me. I felt him part my ass cheeks then reposition himself behind me. He slowly pushed himself in my ass and then with one strong stroke he forced himself in. I screamed through the duct tape and he wrapped his hand around my neck.

He whispered in my ear. “I’m fuckin’ you like the whore you are. I’ve seen you goin’ down to the crack houses giving other mutherfucka’s your pussy. Why you ain’t come to me? I got money. I coulda took care of you.” He said humping in and out my ass.

“You thought you was goin’ give everyone else some of this and not me?” he strengthened his chokehold.

“You think Stone is the only mutherfucka good enough to get this, huh? You could have been my sidepiece but you thought I wasn’t good enough and wasn’t ballin’ like Stone. Well where is your Stone now, bitch?” He screamed in my ear as he continued to violently ram himself in my ass.

The pain was excruciating. Dubbs was sodomizing me and choking me at the same time.

“Yeah, Kaneesha, this some good ass. You like this dick? Well let me give it to you real good then.” He said and rammed himself in me repeatedly. “Ahh…yeah….ahh...yeah…that’s it….yeah, bitch! I’m gettin’ ready to bust this nut…ahhhhhhh…..shiiiittt!” Dubbs hollered as he choked me to the point of passing out.

For what seemed like hours, Dubbs fucked me in every hole on my body. When he was done, he beat me and then duct taped my legs together.

“I told you your days were numbered, bitch!” He said as he got himself together and left out the door.

I felt the cold winter wind as it rolled through the apartment after Dubbs left. I lay there shivering, wet, bleeding, butt naked and bound. I drifted in and out of consciousness.

 

****

 

Reds hid against the wall as she watched the figure come out of Kaneesha’s apartment. She saw the figure take off his skullcap, then flee down the back steps and disappear into the night before she could see his face. She tiptoed to the door and waited. She listened for any movement. Building up the courage, she pulled her knife out of her bra and turned the door handle. Reds was familiar with the layout of the apartment so she knew a flashlight was supposed to be at the door. When she reached down and couldn’t find it, she reached in her purse and took out her lighter. She flicked it and slowly tiptoed further into the room. When Reds came around the corner she screamed at what she saw.