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Thick, curly blonde hair moves up and down from my eyes. Slowly a face rises, but all I can see is a pair of gray eyes. They look exactly like Christian's. The man's face is unclear, but I see myself clinging to his shoulder while my legs wrap around his hips. I cry as a stinging pain flicks inside me. It's painful, but I want it to continue. The man grunts loudly – as if he's an angry beast. No. I should hate it, but my body is reacting differently. My thighs throb hard, and my walls hug his cock like they are in love with it.
His strong chest rubs against my healthy breasts, pressing them as he thrusts his cock into me. "You love it now, little fox?" His voice is deep and manly. It's like magic that places me in a trance and makes everything he does pleasurable. Shamelessly, I scream for more. It's crazy, but I love it. I love it!
My baby’s cries wake me from my dream. No. It should be a nightmare. That night and that man ruined my life. I rise from the couch and take my son into my arms. His gray eyes stare at me. He smiles when I coo at him. Again, his smile envelops me in a cold wind. An image of that rapist flashes quickly in my head. Tears spring down my eyes.
I should be angry at that man, but something stops me. He’s my baby’s father, and I feel wrong for hating him. Nicholas, my ex-husband, told me that he was a vicious man who had wanted me for himself. He manipulated my husband to offer me to him on the night of our wedding. Nicholas begged him, but he didn’t give him a chance.
They drugged me to stop me from resisting him. Worse, the drug turned me wild, and I madly accepted whatever he did to me. I can't remember his face or anything he did. But every time I fall into a deep sleep, I will always dream of him and the shameless pleasure I feel from being ravished by him. He meant to hurt and inflict pain in his every thrust, but my body finds it to be wonderful.
I’m going crazy. I’ve been saying it since I woke up from that nightmare. Maybe I really am going crazy. For I wish to see that man again. Not to blame him or to make him pay. I... I want him to hold me again.
“I guess you’re not regretting your decision to have him,” Debbie asks while throwing the third can of beer for the night.
“How can you regret having this angel?” I reply while cooing at Christian.
“All I can say is that you gave Nicholas another soul to kill,” Ronda cuts in upon entering our apartment.
“Why! Someone is in a good mood,” Ronda frowns at Debbie’s sarcasm.
“You better learn everything in that book, Allyson,” she says while sitting on the couch. “And don’t screw up because I can never cover up for you again.”
Debbie throws a can of beer at Ronda. "By the way, who among you two screwed a large, dark man?"
I stop feeding Christian and look at Debbie. She talks about a black American man dressed in a weird suit and hat. My body trembles in fear. Devon Olivier. I won’t be surprised if he’s working with my husband in finding me. I reported them to the police for their illegal business. That man. My rapist probably paid them to find my baby and me.
“You know him?” Debbie asks.
“I don’t think it’s him, but remember what I told you, alright?”
“The baby doesn’t exist,” Debbie says while pointing at my son. “He’s an illusion.”
“Why aren’t you looking for his father yet?” Ronda asks. “I told you. He can keep the baby safe.”
"He's probably the person who wants it dead!" Christian cries because of my raised voice. I cuddle him back to sleep. "Just don't tell anyone about him, and he'll be fine."
Debbie and Ronda shrug their shoulders. Debbie walks to the kitchen and returns with the can of baby formula. “I know the baby doesn’t exist and all, but neither does his milk.”
I blow a sigh and give my baby to Ronda. “I’ll buy one,” I take my purse and head out of the apartment. I take a deep breath before taking the stairs.
Finding Christian’s father was my first plan. Nicholas wanted to kill him in my womb after learning that I’m pregnant. I haven’t forgiven him for selling me, and he wants to kill my baby. His idea of killing my son was to rape me. Nicholas thought that if he fucked me hard enough, the baby would slip away. I didn’t lose my mind when that stranger raped me, but I lost it when Nicholas did.
I didn't know what got into me. But as Nicholas slept naked next to me after beating and raping me, a demon of hatred possessed me. Armed with a shear cutter, I cut off half of his cock. I can still hear him scream from pain. I ran away from him without looking back. He managed to call 911 but made it look like he had an accident. So, I'm pretty sure he wants to kill me more now.
The baby's father will likely kill me, too. Though I no longer intend to make him pay or accuse him, my son and I will still be a nuisance for him. And for many evil and rich people, nuisances are often gotten rid of without hesitation.
“I found you, little fox,” I freeze at the end of the stairs after finding Devon at the door of our apartment building. Before I can turn around to run, he grabs me and pushes me to a corner. "Scream, and I'll cut you off right now," he warns. "Where's the baby?"
My tongue gets tied from fear. Devon lets go of me and repeats the question. I shake my head. "It's gone. I lost it," my voice shakes, so Devon can't tell if I'm lying. "I'm only hiding from Nicholas, Devon. So, please. Just let me go."
Devon chuckles before hitting my forehead with his finger. “I don’t care about your deal with Nicholas. What I care about is what the fuck you did to my business! I lost a lot because of you.”
“I-I’ll pay for it,” I quickly offered.
“What will you pay me with, huh?” Devon’s eyes squint. “But there is someone who’ll pay me more if I bring you to him.”
Christian’s father. My heart jolts with an unexplainable excitement. It must have been obvious that Devon starts laughing.
“Maybe he’ll enjoy you again as much as you enjoyed him, you slutty little fox,” Devon teases.
I push him away, but he retaliates by pushing me to the floor. The asshole bends down and pulls my red hair, forcing me to face him. "I'll give you a chance. Bring me twenty grands by the end of the month, and I'll set you free of Nicholas and your lord."
Devon pushes my head to the ground and walks like nothing happened. I wanted to run and kill him for my baby's sake, but I don't dare to do so. Just as I didn't dare to kill Nicholas and to face Christian's father.
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