..........He groaned in pain as he clutched his thigh.
‘You crazy bitch, I’m going to kill you’
‘You really are stupid, you know.I’m the one with the gun and you’re talking about killing me’,she laughed as she walked round him. She stopped behind him and pointed the gun at the back of his head.
‘You….you’re not going to kill me….are you?. She pressed the hot muzzle of the gun to the back of his head and he cried out in pain. His cries excited her and she completed her journey round him so she was now facing him again.
‘No stupid, I’m not going to kill you. Not just yet at least’.
‘Why are you doing this,haven’t I been nice to you and your mother?’.She widened to eyes at his very stupid question.
‘Unbelievable!, so you call screwing me every night when my mom’s not at home being nice?’
‘Like you didn’t enjoy it ’.She slapped him across the face with the handle of the gun. If she had any pity what so ever for this man, it had just vanished into thin air with his last sentence.
He spat out blood and she could see she had broken his nose.
‘Not so handsome now are you?, ooh you’re still clutching you leg.I don’t want you to be able to do that’, and she shot his right shoulder.He groaned and bent over, panting in pain. She walked closer to him and he grabbed her hand,trying to yank the gun away from her. She hit him on the shoulder she had just shut and he let her go. She let out an exaggerated laughter at his attempt to disarm her.
‘I don’t want you to be able to do that either’ ,and she shot his left arm.
‘ARRGH!!,ok ok I’m sorry.I…I can make this right.I’ll turn myself to the police .I promise…I swear.’She shook her head still pointing the gun at him.
‘There’s just one more place I have shoot and then I’m done’,and she pointed the gun below his lower abdomen.
‘No….no please don’t’,and she pulled the trigger.He fell sideways on the floor and groaned in pain.
‘Ah!,there. Perfect. I’ve changed my mind, I won’t ,kill you for moral reasons .I’m just satisfied that you’ll go on living without your precious dick. Wait,did I shoot it?,I seem to have forgotten .’,and she shot the same spot again.He was now bleeding profusely all over the floor.He was in so much pain that the only sounds he made were just little whimpers.
‘Now,I’d love to stay and chit chat but I have a bus to catch’, she said as she crossed him to the other side of the room where her packed bag laid.She quickly changed into a pair of jeans and a sweat shirt and placed the gun on the bed.She put on her snickers and swung her bag over her shoulder. Crossing him again and carefully avoiding getting blood on her shoes she reached for the door knob before stopping and turning to the bleeding pervert.
‘I trust you’d tell the police why I shut you. Anyway, even if you don’t, I’ve got a letter for my mom explaining everything.Then again,the police won't get involved,they are too incompetent. God I love this country in times like this, ok so umm I gotta go.If you do end up dying,well technically I dind’t kill you.If you don’t,have a nice dickless life.’With that she walked out of the door and down the stairs.She stopped by the kitchen and reached into her bag for the letter she had written to her mom explaining in detail what the bastard had done to her and why she did what she did.She placed the letter on the kitchen counter and headed out of the house with enough money to help her start afresh. She felt a sense of relief knowing she would never have to see the bastard again but also grief that she also would never see her mother again. Well happiness comes with a price doesn’t it?
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
THE LAST TIME
Just another story,hope you like it.!!!
Her heart started beating faster as she heard his heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. She braced herself for the same old routine that had gone on for the last three years. This time was going to be different. She wasn’t going to numb herself from the pain, she wasn’t going to take that tiny pill that made her forget. The pill that made her travel to another place, where she didn’t have to smell him or hear him grunt from exhaustion. Tonight, she wanted to feel every physical and emotional pain. She wanted to fuel her anger enough to give her the guts to put a stop to this. She heard his heavy foot hit the last stair and then the other one accompanied it. She lifted her feet from where they had been so she now sat cross-legged on her bed. She pulled the hem of her skirt to cover her things and knees as much as possible.
‘Not that that’s going to help’ she thought. Finally, the door knob turned and in came the one person she hated with every fiber of her being. To her he was the disgusting person in the world.He was taking up oxygen and food that could have been given to someone who actually deserved it, he was a waste of body organs. She thought of all the people that must have died because they didn’t get a heart or liver in time for the operation that would have saved their lives.
‘What did people see in this monster’,she thought for the umpty-umpth time. Everybody thought he was so handsome, so charming. How could they not see past that hideous smile and that stupid six pack. All that muscle that everybody drooled over in the day time pinned her in place at night while he drilled hurt and more painful memories into her.He walked into her room with hands in his pockets,feeling very at home. He wasn’t even looking at her,he was looking round her room for what she had no idea of. His eyes moved across the room and stopped at the topmost drawer where she kept her underwear and the thing that would end her misery. Her heart skipped a beat as she watched his eyes. She whispered to prayer to herself.
‘Please don’t open the drawer, please don’t…..’she must have said that about fifty times and then when he walked towards the drawer, she felt her heart stop beating.
‘Oh shit!,I am so dead’. He took one hand out of his pocket. For a second his hand hovered in front of the drawer and she was certain he was going to open it. She hadn’t hidden the thing inside. She just placed it there on top of her underwear so she wouldn’t have to look for it when the time came to use it. He thrust his hand forward towards the handle and she mentally prepared herself for the worst. She could already see her mom in black crying her eyes out in front of her coffin.Her heart was beating so hard against her chest that she could actually hear it. He touched the handle and she almost peed on herself. Her mouth went dry and she felt light headed. This was the end, but on the bright side there would be no more horrible nights, no more painful memories, no more….
‘Sweety, why didn’t you tell me your drawer needed fixing’he said as surveyed the handle. Her mouth was too dry to speak so she just stared at him wide eyed with her mouth hanging open.
‘Close your mouth, that’s very unladylike and why do you look so scared?.I’m not going to hurt you,I’m always gentle am I not?’ ,he said as he smiled that stupid smile she hated so much and walked towards her. He sat on her bed beside her and she let out a subtle sigh of relief. He caressed her thighs and she flinched moving an inch away from him.
‘Now come on, I don’t bite’,he said kissing her on the cheek and she raised her shoulder to try to avoid the kiss. He moved his hand across to the other side of her body so he was now hovering over her. He pushed her down and started unbuttoning her blouse. She closed her eyes. Although she wanted to feel everything this time, she couldn’t bare to watch him do what he did every night since she was sixteen while her mother worked night shifts at the hospital. She wished it was possible to close her ears as well so she wouldn’t hear his heavy breathing as he pushed into her. With every move he made, she felt her anger grow and she smiled inwardly anticipating when she would end it all. After what seemed like forever, he let out a heavy grunt signaling the end of his session and got up to button his pants. He was sweating like he had just finished a work out or something.
‘Good girl. You’ll make a good wife one day. Now as always,this should stay between us. If you tell anyone, I’ll kill you. Not that they’d believe you anyway. Stupid people,you mom too. Stupid bitch. You’ll be surprised at the things she’d put up with just to have a man by her side’,he gave off a throaty laugh and turned away.She pulled her skirt back into place and buttoned her blouse in record time.She then sprang from her bed towards the drawer.He was at the door when he heard what was unmistakably the sound of a gun being set for use.He turned around and to his horror,Debbie stood there pointing a gun at him.
‘What do fuck do you think you’re doing?,put the gun down’
‘SHUT UP!’
‘Sweety, whatever this is…….’
‘If you call me sweety one more time, I swear to God I’ll blow you fucking brains out,now get on you knees.NOW!, you bastard’,she yelled feeling her anger take over her as she watched him obey her order.
‘You really thought you could get away with this didn’t you,you thought scared little Debbie wouldn’t do anything,well you were wrong’,and with that,she shot his right thigh.............. TO BE CONTINUED.
Her heart started beating faster as she heard his heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. She braced herself for the same old routine that had gone on for the last three years. This time was going to be different. She wasn’t going to numb herself from the pain, she wasn’t going to take that tiny pill that made her forget. The pill that made her travel to another place, where she didn’t have to smell him or hear him grunt from exhaustion. Tonight, she wanted to feel every physical and emotional pain. She wanted to fuel her anger enough to give her the guts to put a stop to this. She heard his heavy foot hit the last stair and then the other one accompanied it. She lifted her feet from where they had been so she now sat cross-legged on her bed. She pulled the hem of her skirt to cover her things and knees as much as possible.
‘Not that that’s going to help’ she thought. Finally, the door knob turned and in came the one person she hated with every fiber of her being. To her he was the disgusting person in the world.He was taking up oxygen and food that could have been given to someone who actually deserved it, he was a waste of body organs. She thought of all the people that must have died because they didn’t get a heart or liver in time for the operation that would have saved their lives.
‘What did people see in this monster’,she thought for the umpty-umpth time. Everybody thought he was so handsome, so charming. How could they not see past that hideous smile and that stupid six pack. All that muscle that everybody drooled over in the day time pinned her in place at night while he drilled hurt and more painful memories into her.He walked into her room with hands in his pockets,feeling very at home. He wasn’t even looking at her,he was looking round her room for what she had no idea of. His eyes moved across the room and stopped at the topmost drawer where she kept her underwear and the thing that would end her misery. Her heart skipped a beat as she watched his eyes. She whispered to prayer to herself.
‘Please don’t open the drawer, please don’t…..’she must have said that about fifty times and then when he walked towards the drawer, she felt her heart stop beating.
‘Oh shit!,I am so dead’. He took one hand out of his pocket. For a second his hand hovered in front of the drawer and she was certain he was going to open it. She hadn’t hidden the thing inside. She just placed it there on top of her underwear so she wouldn’t have to look for it when the time came to use it. He thrust his hand forward towards the handle and she mentally prepared herself for the worst. She could already see her mom in black crying her eyes out in front of her coffin.Her heart was beating so hard against her chest that she could actually hear it. He touched the handle and she almost peed on herself. Her mouth went dry and she felt light headed. This was the end, but on the bright side there would be no more horrible nights, no more painful memories, no more….
‘Sweety, why didn’t you tell me your drawer needed fixing’he said as surveyed the handle. Her mouth was too dry to speak so she just stared at him wide eyed with her mouth hanging open.
‘Close your mouth, that’s very unladylike and why do you look so scared?.I’m not going to hurt you,I’m always gentle am I not?’ ,he said as he smiled that stupid smile she hated so much and walked towards her. He sat on her bed beside her and she let out a subtle sigh of relief. He caressed her thighs and she flinched moving an inch away from him.
‘Now come on, I don’t bite’,he said kissing her on the cheek and she raised her shoulder to try to avoid the kiss. He moved his hand across to the other side of her body so he was now hovering over her. He pushed her down and started unbuttoning her blouse. She closed her eyes. Although she wanted to feel everything this time, she couldn’t bare to watch him do what he did every night since she was sixteen while her mother worked night shifts at the hospital. She wished it was possible to close her ears as well so she wouldn’t hear his heavy breathing as he pushed into her. With every move he made, she felt her anger grow and she smiled inwardly anticipating when she would end it all. After what seemed like forever, he let out a heavy grunt signaling the end of his session and got up to button his pants. He was sweating like he had just finished a work out or something.
‘Good girl. You’ll make a good wife one day. Now as always,this should stay between us. If you tell anyone, I’ll kill you. Not that they’d believe you anyway. Stupid people,you mom too. Stupid bitch. You’ll be surprised at the things she’d put up with just to have a man by her side’,he gave off a throaty laugh and turned away.She pulled her skirt back into place and buttoned her blouse in record time.She then sprang from her bed towards the drawer.He was at the door when he heard what was unmistakably the sound of a gun being set for use.He turned around and to his horror,Debbie stood there pointing a gun at him.
‘What do fuck do you think you’re doing?,put the gun down’
‘SHUT UP!’
‘Sweety, whatever this is…….’
‘If you call me sweety one more time, I swear to God I’ll blow you fucking brains out,now get on you knees.NOW!, you bastard’,she yelled feeling her anger take over her as she watched him obey her order.
‘You really thought you could get away with this didn’t you,you thought scared little Debbie wouldn’t do anything,well you were wrong’,and with that,she shot his right thigh.............. TO BE CONTINUED.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
HIM
So,I just finished my exams and this is just something that came to me.I have started blogging actively.Enjoy.
Darkness, silence, warmth. Under my duvet feels like the perfect place to be.I could live here forever, that way I don’t have to go anywhere. I won’t have to meet people, see the pity in their eyes and go over the story again. There’ll be no chance of being reminded of him when I walk down that street, where we once ran……………
It had been raining heavily that day. We’d just had dinner at a not so fancy restaurant but I didn’t mind. We had a wonderful time complaining about the bad service, the tasteless chicken and the cheap wine. After dinner, he tried to hail a number of cabs and I laughed while his efforts kept getting thwarted. He was so funny when he was mad,kinda like a cartoon character .I could have sworn I saw smoke come out from his ears when a cab sped by and drenched him further in rain water. He let out his frustration in very colourful language accompanied by a hand gesture then turned around to face me and his facial expression softened a bit. He looked like he had just taken a shower with his clothes on and I felt guilty for taking his jacket when he offered earlier. As he walked back to the front of the restaurant where I was still very dry and bouncing from one leg to the other trying to keep warm,I smiled at the thought that this had to be the worst date in the history of all the dates we’ve ever had but for some reason I was still having fun.Then I saw this evil grin on his face and his arms where stretched like they were about to grab something.
‘Oh no, no don’t come any closer, no ARRRGH!!!’
He chased me round the perimeter of the small restaurant as I tried to avoid being hugged by his wet body but of course he was faster than I was and he eventually caught up with me.I giggled like a school girl as I tried to wriggle my way out of his grip.
‘You do realise that we don’t have an umbrella and you’re going to have to get wet eventually right?.’
‘I’ll wait for the rain to stop,I just had this hair done and there’s no way in hell I’m getting it wet.’
‘What is it with ladies and their hair?’
I raised my eyebrows and opened my mouth ready to defend my race and gender and state a million reasons why our hair is such a big deal when he raised one hand.
‘Forget I said that. Ok, so I’m guessing it was expensive right?.’
‘You got that right.’
‘I’ll pay to get it redone’.
‘What?,I can’t let you do that.’
‘Umm,I think you will find out that I have to after I do this.’
With that ,he dragged me into the rain and didn’t let go until we were far enough from the restaurant that it would have been stupid to try to run back under its roof. I shrieked and tried to cover my hair with my hands. Apparently, that amused him because he was laughing so hard that if it hadn’t been raining so heavily, I probably would have seen tears escape from his big brown eyes. I stopped screaming and started chasing him. We ran down the semi deserted street like two crazy people. We were actually crazy, but a good kind of crazy. The kind Beyonce sang about with Jay-z. He stopped suddenly which made me bump into him. I lost my balance and almost fell but he was quick enough to catch me.He pulled me back up and I couldn’t resist. If this were a movie we would have kissed so I decided to be Marilyn Monroe for that split second and I stood on my toes and kissed him.We kissed there, beside a dumpster, in the rain and the only thing missing would have been some music in the back ground….and then he broke away.
‘I was going to do this in the restaurant but it wasn’t my idea of a perfect time ,so I’m just going to do this now.’
And just like that, he knelt down on one knee and reached into his pocket like he was searching for something. Then he paused and eyed the dumpster beside us and got up.
‘I can’t do this beside so much trash’, he said gesturing to the over flowing dumpster. He took my hand and pulled me a few steps so we were now standing in front of the neighborhood day care center. He repeated his former actions as if he had practiced them.
‘Dara,will you marry me?’ he said as he looked up at me with those big puppy dog eyes as he opened a tiny black velvet box to reveal a small engagement ring.I won’t say I was shocked.We’d been dating for almost four years and we both weren’t getting any younger so this had to happen at some point. I was just so happy that he finally got around to it.
‘Is this the part where I act all shocked and scream yes at the top of my lungs?’, I said teasingly.
‘Uhh yes, I think so’,he replied a little confused.
‘Then,YES YES OH YES I WILL MARRY YOU!’,I answered in a high pitched voice that in another situation would have been of gratitude for very good service if you take out the ‘I will marry you’ part.He smiled with relief as he slipped the ring on my slender finger and then picked me up and spun me around.We laughed at nothing in particular,then he eventually put me down and planted a kiss on my lips.
Three months later,I was left at the altar with no husband, no wedding band and no clue as to where the hell he was. To say I was confused with do serious injustice to what I felt at that moment. After several hours and several futile attempts by my friends to uproot me from the spot I stood at the altar,my body gave in to tiredness, I collapsed and I was rushed out of the church. I guess they realised I hadn’t fainted because they took me home and fussed over me for the rest of the day. Now I lay here still.After two weeks,and I keep replaying every detail of our relationship over and over again wondering what went wrong. Maybe we were too perfect, maybe it really was all too good to be true.All that nice curly hair, that smile, those eyes, those arms, how he always listened and never judged,how he seemed to make all my troubles disappear when he walked in the room,or maybe he really did care that I had lost both my legs to polio as a child afterall.It all doesn’t make sense does it?.My thoughts exactly.
I don't know much about prosthesis,so I assumed there should be some made to do most of the things a human leg can.In this case,running.
Darkness, silence, warmth. Under my duvet feels like the perfect place to be.I could live here forever, that way I don’t have to go anywhere. I won’t have to meet people, see the pity in their eyes and go over the story again. There’ll be no chance of being reminded of him when I walk down that street, where we once ran……………
It had been raining heavily that day. We’d just had dinner at a not so fancy restaurant but I didn’t mind. We had a wonderful time complaining about the bad service, the tasteless chicken and the cheap wine. After dinner, he tried to hail a number of cabs and I laughed while his efforts kept getting thwarted. He was so funny when he was mad,kinda like a cartoon character .I could have sworn I saw smoke come out from his ears when a cab sped by and drenched him further in rain water. He let out his frustration in very colourful language accompanied by a hand gesture then turned around to face me and his facial expression softened a bit. He looked like he had just taken a shower with his clothes on and I felt guilty for taking his jacket when he offered earlier. As he walked back to the front of the restaurant where I was still very dry and bouncing from one leg to the other trying to keep warm,I smiled at the thought that this had to be the worst date in the history of all the dates we’ve ever had but for some reason I was still having fun.Then I saw this evil grin on his face and his arms where stretched like they were about to grab something.
‘Oh no, no don’t come any closer, no ARRRGH!!!’
He chased me round the perimeter of the small restaurant as I tried to avoid being hugged by his wet body but of course he was faster than I was and he eventually caught up with me.I giggled like a school girl as I tried to wriggle my way out of his grip.
‘You do realise that we don’t have an umbrella and you’re going to have to get wet eventually right?.’
‘I’ll wait for the rain to stop,I just had this hair done and there’s no way in hell I’m getting it wet.’
‘What is it with ladies and their hair?’
I raised my eyebrows and opened my mouth ready to defend my race and gender and state a million reasons why our hair is such a big deal when he raised one hand.
‘Forget I said that. Ok, so I’m guessing it was expensive right?.’
‘You got that right.’
‘I’ll pay to get it redone’.
‘What?,I can’t let you do that.’
‘Umm,I think you will find out that I have to after I do this.’
With that ,he dragged me into the rain and didn’t let go until we were far enough from the restaurant that it would have been stupid to try to run back under its roof. I shrieked and tried to cover my hair with my hands. Apparently, that amused him because he was laughing so hard that if it hadn’t been raining so heavily, I probably would have seen tears escape from his big brown eyes. I stopped screaming and started chasing him. We ran down the semi deserted street like two crazy people. We were actually crazy, but a good kind of crazy. The kind Beyonce sang about with Jay-z. He stopped suddenly which made me bump into him. I lost my balance and almost fell but he was quick enough to catch me.He pulled me back up and I couldn’t resist. If this were a movie we would have kissed so I decided to be Marilyn Monroe for that split second and I stood on my toes and kissed him.We kissed there, beside a dumpster, in the rain and the only thing missing would have been some music in the back ground….and then he broke away.
‘I was going to do this in the restaurant but it wasn’t my idea of a perfect time ,so I’m just going to do this now.’
And just like that, he knelt down on one knee and reached into his pocket like he was searching for something. Then he paused and eyed the dumpster beside us and got up.
‘I can’t do this beside so much trash’, he said gesturing to the over flowing dumpster. He took my hand and pulled me a few steps so we were now standing in front of the neighborhood day care center. He repeated his former actions as if he had practiced them.
‘Dara,will you marry me?’ he said as he looked up at me with those big puppy dog eyes as he opened a tiny black velvet box to reveal a small engagement ring.I won’t say I was shocked.We’d been dating for almost four years and we both weren’t getting any younger so this had to happen at some point. I was just so happy that he finally got around to it.
‘Is this the part where I act all shocked and scream yes at the top of my lungs?’, I said teasingly.
‘Uhh yes, I think so’,he replied a little confused.
‘Then,YES YES OH YES I WILL MARRY YOU!’,I answered in a high pitched voice that in another situation would have been of gratitude for very good service if you take out the ‘I will marry you’ part.He smiled with relief as he slipped the ring on my slender finger and then picked me up and spun me around.We laughed at nothing in particular,then he eventually put me down and planted a kiss on my lips.
Three months later,I was left at the altar with no husband, no wedding band and no clue as to where the hell he was. To say I was confused with do serious injustice to what I felt at that moment. After several hours and several futile attempts by my friends to uproot me from the spot I stood at the altar,my body gave in to tiredness, I collapsed and I was rushed out of the church. I guess they realised I hadn’t fainted because they took me home and fussed over me for the rest of the day. Now I lay here still.After two weeks,and I keep replaying every detail of our relationship over and over again wondering what went wrong. Maybe we were too perfect, maybe it really was all too good to be true.All that nice curly hair, that smile, those eyes, those arms, how he always listened and never judged,how he seemed to make all my troubles disappear when he walked in the room,or maybe he really did care that I had lost both my legs to polio as a child afterall.It all doesn’t make sense does it?.My thoughts exactly.
I don't know much about prosthesis,so I assumed there should be some made to do most of the things a human leg can.In this case,running.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
WHO IS IT
WARNING:This post might be a little too long,but probably worth it.
This is my futile attempt at a short story,can't really write short stories yet but i'm working on that.Ok so this is dedicated to my very first follower, favoured girl.It really means a lot that you're following my baby blog seeing as you're this really great writer whom I admire so much.I wrote this a while ago.Enjoy
She raced down the dark alley not daring to look back.It was difficult to run any faster with the six inch stilettos she had on.For a brief second,she contemplated stopping and taking the damn shoes off but then,he'd catch up with her.Horror filled her as she allowed herself to think of the man that was chasing her.He had been the body guard of her latest client.The client was a crippled billionaire too pathetic to actually get out of his mansion and get a girl for himself.He'd contacted Leo the night before and 'ordered' for her.That's right!.That's what her life had turned into.She was now ordered like a piece of art work off the web,only she'd give anything to be as dormant as the art work in the rich mens' mansions.Instead,she was a play thing.A kind of actress so to speak because she had to put on a good show.She was worth thousands of dollars.
This particular pervert had asked her to do something she swore to Leo she'd never do.He had a room that looked more like it was meant for torture rather than pleasure,which she thought was what she was in his mansion for in the first place.Alexis thought she had seen it all until she walked into Dimitri's 'chamber of torture'.He had things hanging from the roof,many of which she couldn't recognise.Dimitri rolled past her and manoeuvred his wheel chair so he was facing her.She saw what looked like a smile plastered on his face.It was hard to tell considering his face was so disfigured from old mafia 'accidents'.Her eyes widened in horrific realisation as he explained what he wanted her to do.
This man needed more than physical therapy.He had to be really messed up in the head to come up with something this sick .He lightly tortured women just for kicks.He wasn't even going to have sex with her which was what most of the other men did.The sicko was going to spank her with different types of canes or whatever the hell those long black sticks were.He was basically going to treat her like an animal and then jerk off and that was it!.The first thing that came to her mind was,'unh unh,Maria and the crew didn't scrub me raw and drench me in make up and perfume for this bull shit'.She explained calmly to the crippled perv in front of her that what he was asking her to do wasn't part of her contract.
'I don't care what your goddamn contract says',he spat.'I paid fifty thousand dollars for a good time and that's what i'm getting from you,you slut!.So shut up and undress'.She looked down at him and couldn't help but laugh a little.He really had nerve talking to her like this.HE WAS CRIPPLED FOR PETE'S SAKE!!!,and if she didn't want to fulfill his sick fantasies,there was nothing he would be able to do about it.......or so she thought.Not seeing the need to argue any further with the pathetic ugly fool,she turned around and started towards the door when she heard him howl some guy's name.
'Roberto!'.Next thing she knew,she was being carried over a guy's shoulder.This probably was the guy with the wierd name.He was extremely buff and she felt like she was laying on a rock rather than his broad shoulder.Moments later,she was thrown on the big bed with leather sheets on the far corner of the room.In the midst of her confusion and frustration,she noticed a red light blinking in front of her.'Oh,hell no!'.As if humiliating her wasn't enough,the bastard was going to record it??.She wasn't going to let this happen.Even in her line of work,she still had a shred or two of dignity left.Roberto yanked her blouse free exposing her bare chest and a pair of c cups neatly packed in a sexy red lacy bra.His actions sent the small silver marble balls that held her blouse in place flying all over the floor.Apparently he didn't know an expensive blouse when he saw one or he wouldn't have done what he just did.She struggled to free herself to no avail.He didn't even look turned on by the sight of her very obvious mounds.'This guy takes his job way too seriously',she thought.She was wriggling her petite frame so much that he had a hard time going at her pencil skirt.
'What the hell are you doing,did he ask you to undress me?'she yelled still trying to free herself from the macho man.He wasn't paying any attention to her and he swung himself on the bed n knelt in front of her to make his job easier.Wrong move!.She aimed at his crotch with the pointed end of her shoe.He groaned bending over and clutching is balls as he fell beside her on the bed.She scrambled off the bed and raced across the room.As she got to the door,she realised that Dimitri wasn't even in the room the whole time.Typical rich man.He left his dirty work to be done by others,not that he would have been able to pull off what Roberto had just done anyway.She stopped running and tiptoed through the hall way,she glanced back and could see that Roberto was still in severe pain.GOOD!.She managed to find her way to the main door.This rich pervert was definitely a loner.It seemed like only he,Roberto and who ever controlled the gates lived on the premises.She grabbed her coat from the coat rack beside the door and attempted to open the gigantic door.Turning the knob was the easy part,getting the door to actually open was work.With all the strength she could muster,she finally opened the door.She was a little relaxed now because it didn't seem like anyone was chasing her........yet.She took her time to put on her coat outside the door.It was a little chilly outside,besides she'd lost her blouse back in the mansion.She took a second to mourn it,it had been very pretty and EXPENSIVE!!!.Dana had good taste.She was the best personal designer ever.Alexis always wondered why Dana had decided to work for a creep like Leo when she could have easily gotten a job in hollywood.She was that good.As she fastened the last button on her coat,she tried to walk calmly down the many steps in front of the mansion just incase anybody was watching.She didn't want to appear to be running away.That came almost naturally to her.She'd been trained to walk,talk and act in a way that would turn heads since she was sixteen.
She looked in front of her expecting to see a car,her ride back to her apartment.It wasn't there.Where the hell was that bald driver of hers?.She stopped at the last step and looked around a little more.Still no sign of the limo that took her out ever night.She walked all the way to the massive gates and they swung open automatically.Ok,she was worng.Only two people lived on the grounds.Just as she walked through the gates,she heard someone yell behind her.'HEY!'.Roberto had recovered faster than she had anticipated.Ok,party's over babe,time to run.He started running down the steps and towards her.She started running as well.She ran across the street not stopping to see if any car was coming.She turned right and found herself racing down a dark alley.............
She raced down the dark alley not daring to look back.It was difficult to run any faster with the six inch stilettos she had on.For a brief second,she contemplated stopping and taking the damn shoes off but then,he'd catch up with her.Horror filled her as she allowed herself to think of the man that was chasing her.He had been the body guard of her latest client.The client was a crippled billionaire too pathetic to actually get out of his mansion and get a girl for himself.He'd contacted Leo the night before and 'ordered' for her.That's right!.That's what her life had turned into.She was now ordered like a piece of art work off the web,only she'd give anything to be as dormant as the art work in the rich mens' mansions.Instead,she was a play thing.A kind of actress so to speak because she had to put on a good show.She was worth thousands of dollars.
This particular pervert had asked her to do something she swore to Leo she'd never do.He had a room that looked more like it was meant for torture rather than pleasure,which she thought was what she was in his mansion for in the first place.Alexis thought she had seen it all until she walked into Dimitri's 'chamber of torture'.He had things hanging from the roof,many of which she couldn't recognise.Dimitri rolled past her and manoeuvred his wheel chair so he was facing her.She saw what looked like a smile plastered on his face.It was hard to tell considering his face was so disfigured from old mafia 'accidents'.Her eyes widened in horrific realisation as he explained what he wanted her to do.
This man needed more than physical therapy.He had to be really messed up in the head to come up with something this sick .He lightly tortured women just for kicks.He wasn't even going to have sex with her which was what most of the other men did.The sicko was going to spank her with different types of canes or whatever the hell those long black sticks were.He was basically going to treat her like an animal and then jerk off and that was it!.The first thing that came to her mind was,'unh unh,Maria and the crew didn't scrub me raw and drench me in make up and perfume for this bull shit'.She explained calmly to the crippled perv in front of her that what he was asking her to do wasn't part of her contract.
'I don't care what your goddamn contract says',he spat.'I paid fifty thousand dollars for a good time and that's what i'm getting from you,you slut!.So shut up and undress'.She looked down at him and couldn't help but laugh a little.He really had nerve talking to her like this.HE WAS CRIPPLED FOR PETE'S SAKE!!!,and if she didn't want to fulfill his sick fantasies,there was nothing he would be able to do about it.......or so she thought.Not seeing the need to argue any further with the pathetic ugly fool,she turned around and started towards the door when she heard him howl some guy's name.
'Roberto!'.Next thing she knew,she was being carried over a guy's shoulder.This probably was the guy with the wierd name.He was extremely buff and she felt like she was laying on a rock rather than his broad shoulder.Moments later,she was thrown on the big bed with leather sheets on the far corner of the room.In the midst of her confusion and frustration,she noticed a red light blinking in front of her.'Oh,hell no!'.As if humiliating her wasn't enough,the bastard was going to record it??.She wasn't going to let this happen.Even in her line of work,she still had a shred or two of dignity left.Roberto yanked her blouse free exposing her bare chest and a pair of c cups neatly packed in a sexy red lacy bra.His actions sent the small silver marble balls that held her blouse in place flying all over the floor.Apparently he didn't know an expensive blouse when he saw one or he wouldn't have done what he just did.She struggled to free herself to no avail.He didn't even look turned on by the sight of her very obvious mounds.'This guy takes his job way too seriously',she thought.She was wriggling her petite frame so much that he had a hard time going at her pencil skirt.
'What the hell are you doing,did he ask you to undress me?'she yelled still trying to free herself from the macho man.He wasn't paying any attention to her and he swung himself on the bed n knelt in front of her to make his job easier.Wrong move!.She aimed at his crotch with the pointed end of her shoe.He groaned bending over and clutching is balls as he fell beside her on the bed.She scrambled off the bed and raced across the room.As she got to the door,she realised that Dimitri wasn't even in the room the whole time.Typical rich man.He left his dirty work to be done by others,not that he would have been able to pull off what Roberto had just done anyway.She stopped running and tiptoed through the hall way,she glanced back and could see that Roberto was still in severe pain.GOOD!.She managed to find her way to the main door.This rich pervert was definitely a loner.It seemed like only he,Roberto and who ever controlled the gates lived on the premises.She grabbed her coat from the coat rack beside the door and attempted to open the gigantic door.Turning the knob was the easy part,getting the door to actually open was work.With all the strength she could muster,she finally opened the door.She was a little relaxed now because it didn't seem like anyone was chasing her........yet.She took her time to put on her coat outside the door.It was a little chilly outside,besides she'd lost her blouse back in the mansion.She took a second to mourn it,it had been very pretty and EXPENSIVE!!!.Dana had good taste.She was the best personal designer ever.Alexis always wondered why Dana had decided to work for a creep like Leo when she could have easily gotten a job in hollywood.She was that good.As she fastened the last button on her coat,she tried to walk calmly down the many steps in front of the mansion just incase anybody was watching.She didn't want to appear to be running away.That came almost naturally to her.She'd been trained to walk,talk and act in a way that would turn heads since she was sixteen.
She looked in front of her expecting to see a car,her ride back to her apartment.It wasn't there.Where the hell was that bald driver of hers?.She stopped at the last step and looked around a little more.Still no sign of the limo that took her out ever night.She walked all the way to the massive gates and they swung open automatically.Ok,she was worng.Only two people lived on the grounds.Just as she walked through the gates,she heard someone yell behind her.'HEY!'.Roberto had recovered faster than she had anticipated.Ok,party's over babe,time to run.He started running down the steps and towards her.She started running as well.She ran across the street not stopping to see if any car was coming.She turned right and found herself racing down a dark alley.............
Saturday, June 12, 2010
A little bit of frustration
I posted something earlier.It was kinda an introduction to my blog plus my horrible chemistry exam encounter but half of it kept getting deleted.Now,i'm too pissed off to even bother trying to post it again for the 7th time.Arrgh!!.So anyway,I am teenage dreamer a.k.a TD,I love to write stories as much as I love reading them.I love romance novels and i'm slowly working my way up to thrillers.I will start blogging actively after my exams,I can hardly wait.I read through so many great blogs and I've decided blogging is good practice to improve my writing skills.I'm still very new at it so I might not be that good,but i'm sure i'll get better.Well I have to go now,duty calls..Be back soon.
I HATE YOU
OK,this is just something that came to me while I was surfing the web.I'm not sure it's any good but I decided to put it up anyway.I'm still fairly new at this.I promise I'll get better.It is 75% fiction and 25% non-fiction,you can guess which is which if you like. Anyway,here it is.
I liked you,
You liked me, at least that’s what you said.
You made me feel wanted,and I was grateful for that.
You showed me maximum attention sometimes, and other times you completely ignored me.
I didn’t complain,I was just happy someone wanted me.
You asked me out,I finally said yes.
You seemed pleased,I was happy I could make you happy.
We dated for a while and those where the happiest days of my life.
You showed me off to your friends,told me I was beautiful.
I couldn’t believe my luck so I turned a blind eye to your faults.
‘Nobody is perfect right?’
You said you wanted to take our relationship a step further.
I said I wasn’t ready,you seemed disappointed.
I finally agreed,first base only.
You smiled,again I was glad I could make you smile.
We kissed.It was nice,but you wanted more.
I thought I could handle a bit more.
A little touching wouldn’t hurt right?
It wasn’t so bad at first,in fact it felt good.
I wanted more as well but I didn’t know how to ask.
I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to.
Still you wanted more,so we got to second base.
It still felt great so far and I was beginning to wonder why I didn’t want sex in the first place.
So I let you knock yourself out.
But then I started to get uncomfortable.
I asked you to stop but you wouldn’t.
I begged you to stop but you probed further.
It started to hurt and I tried to push you away,
But you were much stronger.
You pinned me to the bed and yanked my clothes off.
I felt bare and exposed.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.
I tried to push you off but I failed miserable.
And then I stopped fighting.
Although you were hurting me,I liked it.
Maybe I liked you too much,
Or make be I was too messed up in the head.
I let you in without a fight.
It was bittersweet.
I wanted the pain to stop but I didn’t want you to stop.
You were too drunk with passion to notice I stopped fighting.
When you descended from the clouds,you stared at me in disbelief.
I didn’t cry,I actually smiled.
I saw the confusion on your face.
‘You didn’t have to hurt me,you should have just asked’
Those word drove you away.
You were consumed with guilt and concern for my sanity.
You walked out and never looked back.
I cried for days waiting for you to come back.
Five years later,I saw you at Lily’s wedding
You couldn’t bare to look at me
But we were both grown so we got to talking
You apologized and begged for forgiveness
I was never mad at you and I still wanted you.
You told me I needed help and you recommended a therapist.
Now everything is clear and I hate you.
I hate you and everyone else who made me think it was normal.
I hope I never see you again and if I do,one of us will die.
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