Chapter 15

Apple looked stunning in a sexy, satin dress with a low, open back and gold chain detail. The six-inch heels she wore made her long, lovely legs stretch to infinity. She was beautiful; shining like the sun on a summer day. She strutted toward her king, who was waiting patiently, but she stopped to look at her reflection in the mirror. Apple smiled—she was perfect. She felt good. She looked over her shoulder, and there he was, waiting for her with his golden smile, and looking sharp in his charcoal gray Tom Ford suit.

He reached out his hand to her, indicating that he wanted her to approach. He yearned for Apple’s touch, her affection.

Apple smiled. She was happy. She was free.

Apple stared at her lovely image once again and didn’t want to change a thing about herself. She pivoted on her stylish heels and approached her king. She was ready for him. She knew he would always come for her and rescue her from her prison and make things right. Apple never doubted him.

She approached her savior with the warmest smile and doting eyes. He extended his arms, and she fell into his grasp and wanted to melt in his hold. When her king wrapped his arms around her, she felt security and love. It blanketed her like the sky above the city.

“I love you,” she proclaimed.

“I love you,” he returned with his masculine tone. Every word he spoke was assuring.

She started to dance with him, and it felt like they were on clouds. Apple didn’t want to look down from his eyes. She wanted to stay connected with him. She wanted that bond to become concrete. She fixed her eyes on her king and strengthened her grip around him.

“I got you, baby,” he said.

She nodded.

They continued to dance. Then slowly her dress started to peel away from her skin. And then she found herself naked in his hold. Apple didn’t mind; she wanted him to stare at her curvy waistline, succulent tits, and round, juicy ass. She knew her body would captivate his attention.

Her king squeezed her harder, indicating his approval, and they kissed passionately. His hands explored every curve of her body.

She moaned, savoring his touch, enjoying the warmth of his breath against hers and the way his strapping chest pressed against her breasts. Everything about it was pleasurable.

“Your face is so beautiful and angelic,” her king spoke.

Apple blushed. She soon found herself floating on her back, and he was naked. His manhood was hard and pulsating, and it was waiting to be pleased. She wanted to feel him inside of her, her pleasure box throbbing out of control.

He pushed himself inside Apple. She drifted into the rapturous thrusting, as his big dick filled her completely.

She gripped his shoulders, straddled her legs around her king, and panted like a winded runner. It was so good; she almost lost consciousness.

Apple closed her eyes and enjoyed the bliss of their naked flesh wrapped tightly together. Her king was a gorgeous specimen of a man, and he was devouring her sex as if he needed it to live.

Apple came, the pleasurable moment escaping her lips as her body rattled underneath his sweaty flesh.

Abruptly, her king stopped with his heated passion, and a look of shock registered on his face. He pulled himself away from Apple like she had the plague.

“What’s wrong?” Apple questioned.

Her king looked speechless. “What are you?”

“I’m your queen?” she replied meekly.

“You’re a fuckin’ demon! That’s what you are!”

Apple didn’t understand what was happening. She went to touch her face and suddenly felt it melting away. She jumped up and ran toward the mirror. The reflection she once saw, the one that made her smile and feel perfect, was gone. She saw an image that horrified her. Her skin was melting and becoming loose and slacking, and it burned.

Apple screamed. She then looked back at her king and yelled, “Chico, don’t leave me! Help me! Please! Help me!”

Chico began to fade away into the darkness, leaving Apple to bear the pain alone. She screamed out louder and then heard a big bang. The banging grew louder and louder.

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Apple stirred from her sleep, oblivious to the chaotic noise outside her door. It sounded like a war in the hallway of the whorehouse. There was screaming and gunfire. The whores were yelling, and there was running and fighting.

She remained slumped against the mattress. The heroin that flowed through her bloodstream had her body listless, and the haze still lingered in her mind. She was in her own world.

Bak! Bak! Bak! Bak! Bak!

The sound of gunfire grew closer to Apple’s room. The walls started to shake. There was loud rustling everywhere, but Apple still laid there, lifeless.

“Yo, check that fuckin’ room!” a man yelled. “Check that fuckin’ room!”

Apple’s door was abruptly kicked open, and two masked men came rushing inside wielding heavy assault rifles. They looked around the room in a hurry and saw Apple lying on the mattress.

One of the men yelled, “In here!”

Another masked man walked into the room, and his beady eyes zeroed in on Apple from behind the mask.

“Is this her?” one of the masked men asked.

He nodded.

Apple felt a pair of strong hands reach down to lift her up from the mattress. He cradled her in his arms and said, “Don’t worry, I got you now. It’s gonna be you and me again.”

Apple heard the words, but she didn’t know what was going on. It felt like she was floating on air. She couldn’t see anyone’s face clearly, even if they didn’t wear masks. She was completely fucked up. Her mind was drifting and incoherent because of the drugs, and her body was weak, exhausted from everything that had happened to her.

Apple was carried out of the room. The hallway was scattered with bodies, mostly dead thugs on Shaun’s end. The whores either ran for safety or cowered in their rooms or in the corner. No one wanted to fight, and no one wanted to die. The three masked men came heavily armed and were well prepared for a battle. But none of the bodies that lay in the pool of blood in the narrowed hallway were Shaun. He had been absent from the massacre of his goons.

Apple soon felt fresh air against her skin. She knew she was outdoors. It was dark out. She felt a gentle breeze. The man carrying her had strength and didn’t grow tired with her in his arms. She felt herself being laid gently into a luxurious backseat. It had been too long since she’d been in a vehicle. She felt the rich interior against her skin and smelled the vivid aroma of expensive leather, and it suddenly became all too familiar to her.

“Chico,” she uttered out. “Chico, I knew you would come for me. I knew you would, Chico. Chico. Chico . . .”

“I’m here now, Apple. I’m here now, and ya good,” the man said.

The doors were shut, and the Escalade sped away from the scene.

Apple was spread out in the backseat still in her drug haze. She felt the truck speeding and repeated one last time, “I knew you would come for me, Chico. I knew you would.” She then closed her eyes and dozed off.