Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
Layloni
Ilaid on my cot waiting for Shadonna to go over some sort of plan to escape.
I was ready to get over my emotions and get back to the business I worked so hard to acquire.
I needed a real doctor and a real bath. I was tired of being super depressed and feeling so lost. Hearing the door open thinking it was Shadonna, my stomach turned when I saw Prince’s evil ass walking in with a smirk on his face.
“How you doing today young lady?”
His eyebrows raised, as he stepped more into the room until he was standing over me. He never really came in here so, today, I was wondering what the hell he could possibly want.
“I see the maids got you looking back good, minus the scars. I didn’t smell you when I walked in, but you can smell even better.”
He smiled. Him and King genes were strong, too strong, it made me feel like I could never view King the same.
“I want you to come upstairs and take a thorough shower. I have company visiting me at midnight and I’m sure they would love to have a little fun… consider this the first start to the debt.”
I felt sick all of a sudden and dizzy. My mind was moving faster than I could handle, as I thought of different things that was going to happen to me.
He nodded his head, and I took it as his own communication for me to stand.
I struggled with the pain with every move I made, but I got to my feet.
I felt myself shaking, as he let out an amused chuckle.
“I don’t bite. I’m going to take really good care of you, Layloni.”
I swallowed my fear and followed behind him, forcing my feet to move even though every step felt like it dragged fire through my body.
Weeks of pain had settled deep in my bones, and all I could think about was how good of a hot shower would feel against my skin.
Maybe it would ease some of the damage I had taken.
I was almost certain my body had started healing itself slowly, piece by piece. Still, every movement reminded me how fragile I really was.
Halfway down the hallway my bladder suddenly felt heavy again, like a weight pressing down inside me.
Nausea rolled through my stomach right behind it.
I fought both urges, clenching my muscles tight to keep from peeing or throwing up right there on the floor behind Prince. I didn’t want to piss him off.
Lately I had been peeing constantly. It felt like something was sitting right on top of my bladder twenty-four seven. If I made it out of this house alive, the very first thing I was doing was seeing a real doctor. I was convinced I had one of the worst bladder infections in the world.
When we stepped out of the room I’d been locked in, I struggled up the staircase behind him. My legs trembled with each step until we finally reached what looked like a massive family room.
That’s when it hit me. I wasn’t just in some regular house.
I was inside of a mansion. This place was beautiful.
Everything around me was white, pure white walls, white marble floors, trimmed with rich gold lining.
Gold statues of exotic animals were placed around the room like decorations in a museum.
Lions. Panthers. Birds with wings stretched wide.
For a second, I almost forgot where I was. We reached an elevator and relief washed over me. My legs were too weak to handle another staircase.
Prince kept his back to me the whole time, like he already knew I didn’t have the strength to try anything stupid.
He was a hundred percent right.
My eyes stayed busy taking in the luxury around me instead of studying exits like I probably should have. I was still new to money, even though I had started making plenty of my own. I always lived within my means.
This house was on another level beyond my means.
When the elevator doors opened, we stepped onto what looked like the second or maybe third floor. He led me straight into a master suite that looked just as big as the entire family room downstairs. My eyes widened without me even realizing it. I had never seen a bedroom this large.
He pushed open the bathroom door, my breath caught.
The bathroom alone looked like the size of another bedroom.
A huge whirlpool tub sat right in the center like it belonged in a luxury spa.
To the left was a massive walk-in shower with jets built into the walls from every angle.
The second I saw it, my sore body practically begged for that hot water.
Prince stepped out of the bathroom and shut the door behind him, leaving me alone.
I didn’t waste a second. I hurried over and locked the door.
Then slowly peeled off my clothes, wincing at the way my bruised skin stretched with every movement.
I limped toward the shower, purposely avoiding the large mirror on the wall.
I didn’t want to see what I looked like when I already felt like shit.
The moment I stepped into the shower area, I jumped back in surprise when the water suddenly blasted on.
Pain shot through my ribs from the sudden movement.
I realized quickly that the shower had sensors.
The water poured down in a thick stream of steam and heat.
Exactly the way I liked it when my muscles were sore.
I leaned forward and let the hot water run over my shoulders, letting it soak deep into my skin. My fingers moved up to my hair and I slowly untwisted it, letting the heat hit my scalp.
For the first time in weeks… my mind started to calm. Then the tears came. They mixed with the water running down my face as my thoughts spiraled. I thought about everything that had happened. My life. Every choice. Every mistake.
“Why?” I whispered quietly, my voice breaking under the sound of the water.
I didn’t even know who I was anymore. What was my purpose? My mom face flashed into the forefront of my mind causing my knees to almost buckle.
Before I could sink deeper into my thoughts, the sound of the bathroom door unlocking snapped my head up. The door slowly opened. My stomach twisted into tight knots as Prince stepped inside. His eyes moved slowly over my wet body while he stood there… licking his lips.
“I never been with a big girl before,” was all he said as he placed the dry-off towel on the counter and left out. I let his words sink in, I knew there was no point in fighting him off. Whatever he tried on me, I would accept;
I didn’t want any more trauma added to what I had already gone through.
I tried to convince myself that since Prince was an older handsome guy it’ll be fine although that thought was foolish.
He was getting ready to take advantage of me in a vulnerable state of mind.
He knew I had no fucking choice. I heard horror stories of women being raped and put through a lot of pain.
So I continued to convince myself not to fight it and accept my fate.
I did not want to be beat anymore; I was humiliated enough. At this point, I was ready to just go with the flow until I had a chance to become free.
When I walked back into the bedroom, I had the towel wrapped around me. Prince was nowhere in sight, but I saw he laid out a silk nightgown with a robe and matching sandals. There was Versace lotion and perfume on the bed as well. I took note that there were no panties or bra laid out.
I knew what time it was. I slowly sat down on the bed and enjoyed the feel of the soft mattress he had. I put lotion on the best I could, then sprayed myself down with the perfume. Slipping into my gown, I put the robe on and tied it tight and just laid down, waiting for whatever it was to come.
I waited for what felt like forever. I drifted off to sleep and was woken up by the feel of warm hands. Prince sat on the edge of the bed looking at me with hooded eyes. It was obvious he was high as hell.
“I like that you go with the flow with no fight. I love a submissive bitch; I might have to keep you.”
He smiled as he untied my robe. I laid on my back, not moving or showing emotion.
My momma once told me a long time ago that if a nigga wanted some pussy, he would get it.
You couldn’t say it was rape if you just shut up and went along with it and you couldn’t say it hurt if you didn’t give resistance.
That’s what I planned on doing; there was no point in running, no point in fighting.
I was in this situation, and I had to make the best of it.
I looked at Prince and immediately pictured him as King.
I tried my very best to relax, as I tensed up feeling his hands slide right between my warm thick thighs.
I held my breath until I realized what I was doing, then exhaled.
He spread my legs some more, then slipped his fingers into my moist pussy.
Seeing that I wasn’t dry, he gave a charming smile.
Letting his index finger find my snug hole, he stuck it in and out of me, causing my breathing to become heavier.
I told myself not to give all the way in.
I didn’t want to give him the full satisfaction of letting him hear me moan.
His thumb pressed against my clit, causing my pussy to clamp down and gush around his digits.
Out of pure reflex, I opened my thighs more, giving him more access. He spoke no words; his eyes held the conversation. Using his free hands, he stroked his manhood as the robe carelessly fell off my shoulders. I was pretty sure the silk gown had my nipples on display, as he eyed them hungrily.
“The robe, take it off and the gown.”
He gave off demands as he turned the night lamp on to get a clear view of me.
To be an older man, his body was well defined.
I took the robe and gown off and waited for whatever was bound to happen.
I even laid back on the bed, letting the back of my head hit the fluffy pillow.
He got between my legs with only his boxers on.
The first destination his lips landed on was my hard nipples. He bit them hard, causing pain and me to tense up. He sucked on them aggressively then blew on them which caused them to harden and ache for more. I felt disgusted with myself enjoying the unwanted pleasure Prince was giving me.
“If this pussy is sweet, I ain’t sharing it with the company I got coming over later.” He murmured.
I prayed my pussy tasted good enough to his liking.
I didn’t want to accept multiple men in one night between my legs.
I felt his warm breath before I felt his hot tongue.
He went directly for my pink center. Sticking his tongue as far as it could go inside of me.
His nose rubbed against my clit as he tongue fucked me.
Prince groaned out his satisfaction as he feasted on me like I was the best meal he had in days. I closed my eyes, a whimper and moan escaped my lips. My mother’s headless body popped into my mind and in seconds my pleasure was replaced with horror.
A soft sob escaped my mouth as tears slipped down the sides of my face. I kept my eyes closed until I felt Prince’s fingers moving in a ‘come here’ motion inside of me. He flicked his tongue quickly over my clit and all the horror, pain, and sadness evaporated.
When I opened my eyes, King stood at the foot of the bed with his eyes on me and his gun pointed at Prince’s head.
My whole body tensed up as a look of horror showed in my eyes.
I couldn’t make the orgasm that slammed through my body stop.
What made matters worse, I squirted out for the first time, my juices shot right into Prince’s mouth.
“That’s what the fuck I’m talking about… that pussy straight talking to me! I ain’t sharing this shit.” Prince boasted.
Soon as he attempted to go back and lick up my cum, his brains exploded all over me and my private area. I yelled until I was hoarse, his blood shot in my mouth, all over my face, and body.
“What the fuck!” I yelled, feeling grossed out.
I began to throw up all over myself when I sat up and witnessed a chunk of Prince’s head missing.
“At least you got your nut.” King spat with a mug over his face.
Instead of asking was I ok or helping me, he stood back looking at me with disgust written all over his face.
“If he wasn’t between your legs, I could’ve got some last words in…I wanted that nigga to look me in the eyes before he took his last fucking breath,” King uttered coldly.
I shot him a nasty glare.
“I didn’t fuck him King!” I yelled with more tears welling up in my eyes.
I pointed to myself. I knew he saw the scars I had all over and the condition I was in. King couldn’t have been that fucking stupid. Staring at him right now, I could tell he was in a twilight zone. He had a crazy deranged look in his eyes.
“I wanted to ask him why he killed my fucking father! You seemed to be enjoying the head…Terms and conditions out the fuckin window.”
The jealousy in his voice couldn’t be mistaken, I tried my hardest to move around the bloody mess that was between my legs. I put the gown back on and used the robe to help calm my shivering body. My nerves were bad; that was the second murder I had witnessed.
“Yea, well, we seem to be in the same place… I didn’t get any fucking closure either. I would love to ask why he killed my mother, you asshole.”
I limped past him with anger in my heart. Did I enjoy Prince giving me head? No, but it sure as hell felt good and took my mind off all the other fuck shit on my plate. I wasn’t wrong at all. There was nothing that could be done. He planned on tossing me around like a doll anyway.
When King and I made it to the family room, I saw Rellianah with black paint all over her face.
She looked like the devil as she stared down at Glen, who was crying and begging on his knees for her to show his life some sort of mercy.
She laughed and taunted him as she walked around him in circles.
Lifting the huge gun she had in her dainty little fingers, she blew his brains out and smiled up at me as she looked me in my eyes with a satisfied look.
My stomach tightened and I made a mental note to get far away from all of these people when it was all said and done.