*****Warning**Mature Content*****
I owned my body; he didn't own it; I owned me not him. If anyone deserved a piece of it, it was Gad. The angel who had changed my perception of love and had taught me in seven months that I could be loved in every way and not just for s**. It was my reason for not wanting to go that mile with him. Yes, I was coming from a background where I was made to think that s** was real love even when I wasn't being treated well. Everything began and ended with s**. Every other thing was all abuse. Verbally, emotionally, physically abused and the list was endless. 'God bless Gad.' I whispered, whilst still struggling with the monster.
'Stop fooling.'
He slapped me. The slap only propelled me on to fight and not share my body: my beautiful body as Gad liked to call it, with this sonofabitch.
The struggle continued. It became real and fierce with each passing second. Nicholas must have gotten impatient with me. Whilst pinning my hands with both hands onto the bed with him struggling to kneel between my legs, I tried hard to kick him with both legs though I was laying naked as by now he had stripped me of every physical barrier limiting his access to my body. I felt like I was being attacked by a rapist and knew just then that I could not lose out in the strife.
'Stop fooling Vesta.'
Before I knew it, Nicholas was hitting my right hand hard against the bed. I froze. Once. Twice. Thrice. I kept screaming. I felt like I was going to die. He was hitting the bed with my hand like my hand was some stick or cane. By the third hit, I was in excruciating pain and my tears were all over the place.
'Sorry .'
I kept on crying as his naked body sat beside me on the bed looking on.
'Sorry.'
What could sorry do now? I could not move my right hand.
I kept crying for God knows how long. Life was punishing me for all my sins: for cheating on an innocent man. Life was punishing me for still following Nicholas who obviously did not like me, not one bit. Life was screaming at me to wake up to reality and stop dining with the devil but life could have taught me this in another way. Why did it have to be on this painful path? I thought Nicholas would give up. Yet, as soon as he realized I had let my guard down, he jumped on me and began afresh. Sucking on my boobs even in my distress like I owed him s** whilst I lay there just watching, never moving. As if that would make him stop. He obviously did not need my involvement, no. I could go to hell laying stiff, he just needed to satisfy his craving.
'You feel so good.'
I thought I was sick for following you but you must be more sick, I thought to myself at the sound of his voice. This was the only time I got complimented with Nicholas. At the peak of his pleasure, I was complimented for dishing it out well. Every other time, I was just some dull chick. It just dawned on me how much I hated this dude. He went through with every detail, not minding the tears that fell down my cheeks till he was through satiating his evil desires. He lay beside me and I requested for a pain reliever. It was all I could do. I was such a fool. A fool for foolish things. A fool for a monster. Gad called my phone several times but I ignored his calls. What would I tell him?
I got raped and now I can't move my hand? He would still want to come and get me. It hurt that I could not answer his calls.
'Why are your boobs sagging, whore?
Like that of a woman who has had ten kids ?'
I sighed.
The sonofabitch was not through with me yet.
He still ceased the opportunity to abuse me verbally.
He always sought to do this once he was done getting what he wanted.
'...got firmer boobs.'
Did he say someone had firmer boobs? Did I hear that? Vesta the whore with sagging boobs! Was he seriously comparing me to whoever?
That was when I almost lost it.
'Shut up you ingrate.' I yelled.
'You've had me for four years and just realized I have sagging boobs. Same sagging boobs that fed you. Same sagging boobs that you have played with for four years. Yes and you here, have been intimate with a whore, four long years. What does that make you?'
I still screamed but my arm reminded me that I was drained.
Completely drained of all energy. This was not the time to prove my worth. This was the time to walk on with the little dignity I had. If I had any at all. I had taken so much in one night. This should not get to me. I know me, I do not have sagging boobs but it hurt to have someone I opened my legs to for years call me names. It had always been this way yet I never learned. I still came back to this ****
I began to cry and went back to laying down. Gad had never had access to my boobs the way Nicholas did but he thought they were firm and beautiful just from seeing them. I freaking curse the day I met you. I must have slept off, to be awakened by Nicholas calling me whore again. This dude, I curse the day I met you. You know I'm no whore. I was still naive when you met me. You spoilt me in this way and made me your slave. Today, you call me whore. I curse the day I met you. I cursed secretly.
Forgive me if you didn't like every bit of it.
Nicholas is a noodle, , for sure.hw can u still go ahead and have ur way when the other party isnt interested and so much in pains, ,, I tell u, his a noodle for sure
ReplyDeleteLol. Noodle or not, he's had his way. Desire satisfied, I guess ☺
DeleteRead this in the morning but had to wait and cool down before I comment about this "twerp" of a man and the story. I hope the story ends with him in jail or something. Can't believe I was worked up cos.... Hmmmm let me ask again, it's just a story right?
ReplyDeleteGreat writing dear 👏
Yes please.Fiction it is! Well let's just hope he does end up in police custody.I'm wondering if she will have the courage to report him at all.
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