Chapter 5
Juniper Weaver
A Few Days Later
This shit was crazy. I couldn’t believe I had really been fucking kidnaped and locked in this damn room for three…
going on four days. That psychotic nigga would come in here like clock work waking me up at six in the damn morning to feed me, talk shit, then leave me here for five hours.
He’d return and repeat the cycle three times a day.
Most days I wanted to slap the shit out of Faheem whenever he’d brought his ass in here.
He brought me clothes to change into the first morning I was here, thank God.
Of course I was naked because I wasn’t about to go the entire night without taking a shower.
Faheem’s stupid self woke me up by slapping me on my ass, talking about he wanted to make sure it was real by seeing it jiggle.
The way the nasty fucker looked at me wasn’t what pissed me off.
Nope, it was my own reaction to the nasty shit that came out of his disgusting mouth.
My pussy had the audacity to get wet thinking about Faheem doing half the stuff he was talking about.
A bitch even had a wet dream about the nigga that same night.
I woke up horny as hell, and if there weren’t any cameras, I would have to rub one out.
Then seeing him stroll in the next morning without a care in the world, I wanted to whoop his ass.
I didn’t know if I was getting Stockholm syndrome or what, but I had to get the hell outta here before I did something I regretted.
The only thing to keep me busy were a few games that I had on my phone and the TV in this room.
I was excited thinking I caught Faheem slipping when he didn’t bother taking my phone.
The joke was on me. I didn't have any service in this glorified dungeon I was being kept in. By this point, I was going stir crazy sitting in this room doing nothing but thinking. I couldn’t wait until my parents popped back up.
Both of them were going to get cussed out before I cut them off completely.
Me being held hostage because of their bullshit was my real breaking point.
They gave me no other choice but to be done with them.
I would always have love for them because they brought me into this world.
As far as having any type of contact with them, that was dead.
I’d love them from far, far away and keep them in my prayers.
I hoped my parents reappeared before I had to go back to work, or I probably wouldn’t have a damn job.
Not that I’d be distraught over losing my job.
Finding another job as an x-ray tech wasn’t hard.
I would miss the pay I got, which was more than most, and that made some of my other co-workers jealous.
I was a hard worker, so what did they expect?
I did initially think Angelo, one of the brothers who owned the practice, wanted to fuck me, because the pay he offered me was beyond what anyone in my field made.
However, he assured me that wasn’t the case when I told him I couldn’t be bought.
He actually kind of laughed at me when I said that.
Ever since then, he’d always crack jokes whenever he came into the office, which only added to the office gossip about me fucking him.
Another thing that was pissing me off was my car–it probably got towed by now.
That annoyed me ‘cause my shit was paid all the way off. I was gonna have to pay an arm and a leg to get it outta tow. Just thinking about all the stuff I was going to have to deal with was blowing the fuck outta me. I didn’t know if I was more pissed at my parents or Faheem.
“You hungry?” I heard Faheem’s voice before I could see him. His tall, lean frame came strolling in.
One thing I noticed about Faheem was he wasn’t super flashy with how he dressed.
It was clear he had more money than the average person.
It was the subtle stuff like the Rolex on his wrist, the large square diamonds in his ears or the shoes that always looked brand new.
The few times I’d seen him, he’d been dressed casually with nothing fancy aside from his jewelry.
Tonight was no different; he had on a simple light grey Nike Tech sweatsuit with matching Jordans on his feet.
I could tell he’d smoked before he came in here.
His normally chinky eyes were barely visible.
His locs in a messy bun, a squared diamond earring in his left ear matching the one in his nose, Faheem was easily the finest man I’d ever laid eyes on.
This nigga being so fucking fine pissed me off. Why can’t he be a fat, fugly nigga?
“What you think, ugly?” I smartly replied, giving Faheem a dirty look. I hadn’t let up on my attitude. I wasn’t about to make this shit easy for him.
“That you want some dick, but you mad ‘cause you can’t get none… But I told you when this shit over, I got you.” Faheem smirked, casually walking over to me with a bag of food.
“Give me my food.” I snatched the bag from him. His dumb ass always had the ability to get me flustered.
Taking the food out the bag, my stomach instantly grumbled when I opened the brown paper bag.
Faheem wasn’t stingy when it came to feeding me.
I would say since I’d been here, I'd been eating good.
I knew I gained some weight with the way Faheem had been feeding me.
Tonight, he came with my favorite kind of food–a seafood boil, and the bag was big as fuck too.
I did a little happy dance on the bed, I had forgotten Faheem was even in the room. All I knew was I was about to bash.
“Stop playin’ with me.” Faheem startled me, his voice low. Licking his lips, he gave me lustful eyes that had butterflies fluttering in my stomach. “Do that shit when you sitting on my face.”
I thanked God my back was to Faheem. My eyes closed, my body shuttering as my mind pictured Faheem eating my pussy. I have to get away from this man. Gathering my composure, I took a deep breath, giving Faheem a dirty look over my shoulder.
“Never gonna happen. I only let niggas who don’t kidnap me or have girlfriends taste this pot of gold,” I smartly replied, stealing a peek at him over my shoulder.
“First time for everything. Why you facin’ the wall though? Look at a nigga.”
Smacking my lips, I repositioned myself on the bed, facing him with my legs folded and my seafood boil in between my legs. “I got my food, you can go now.” I shooed him with my hand while mugging him.
“You got me fucked up. That seafood boil is for the both of us,” Faheem said, stepping out his shoes, then making his way over to the bed sitting a few inches from me.
My pussy thumped; he was too close to me. His cologne intoxicated me, making my thoughts irrational.
“I’m not sharing,” I replied, attempting to hide the shakiness of my voice.
“I got three extra lobster tails and two extra clusters of crab legs. We sharin’ that shit, or you ain’t gettin’ none,” Faheem coolly said, unzipping his jacket, revealing his plain white t-shirt.
He looked at my pouting face, then a smirk slowly crossed his lips.
“Don’t trip, I ain't talkin’ about dick. I’ma still give you some of that.”
“Boy… shut up. I don’t want none of that shit. Ya bitch must have some dry ass pussy ‘cause you been tryna force that wack ass dick on me since I been here,” I sarcastically replied while putting my attention on opening the seafood boil.
“Nah…” Faheem said, pausing to put on his plastic gloves. “My bitch’s pussy fire. I make that shit squirt everyday.”
“Good for you,” I dryly replied. Low key, I was bothered at the thought of him fucking another female, but I knew that was my hormones, nothing more. “Give her yo’ dick ‘cause I don’t want it.” I slid my gloves on and refocused my thoughts on my food.
“I’m tryna see what yo’ shit hittin’ for. I know yo’ shit gon’ be just as good… might even be better.” Faheem gave me a boyish grin.
I didn’t reply to him right away, I needed to eat a little before I entertained Faheem and his foolishness.
The first potato I placed in my mouth melted.
I was in heaven. I didn’t know where he’d gotten this food, but it tasted amazing.
I was in the zone smacking my lips, slurping all the food I could down.
I literally forgot about Faheem eating with me.
When I say I had to force myself to stop eating, I meant that.
The food tasted magical. I didn’t want to stop eating, but I had to before I made myself sick.
Laying back propped up on the pillows behind me, I relaxed with my hands on my full belly and closed my eyes.
I wasn’t sleepy, I just needed a few minutes to regroup.
“That’s why yo’ ass feel like you weigh 500 pounds now. You just gobbled half the food down in three minutes or less,” Faheem’s dramatic ass joked, lightly laughing.
“Nowhere near 500 pounds,” I spat with my eyes still closed.
“I never said you were. I can see that shit clear as day.” I could hear the lust in his voice.
I imagined he was taking in my entire frame enjoying it.
“But you not light either. I almost died carrying yo’ heavy ass in the house.
That shit ain’t normal. Ion know if it’s that big ass head or what, but you shouldn’t be as heavy as you are either. ”
“It’s also not normal to kidnap me because my daddy owes you money,” I sassily said, opening my eyes to find Faheem looking at me with an interesting expression on his face.
“Really it is, though. I done seen a nigga get his whole family killed over owing a nigga some bread. If you really think about it, what better way to get a nigga to pay you money than going after someone they loved?”
In the underworld, what Faheem said made sense. The street codes and all that other shit was fine and dandy when it didn’t involve me.
“I don’t care about none of that. I didn’t borrow the money, so I shouldn’t have to suffer.” I pouted, getting mad again thinking about my circumstances.
“Baby girl, you far from suffering. You might not want to be here, but you comfortable, and you eatin’ better than most. Look at this like a mini vacation you get to take with me.” Faheem winked at me playfully.
“Psst. This is a janky ass vacation. Being stuck inside of the same room with food being the only thing for me to look forward to. Yeah. I’ll pass and go back to my regular life,” I replied in a condescending tone.
“Don’t forget this dick too. You looking forward to that too.” He laughed at his own joke, and I couldn’t say anything because deep, deep inside of me… there was a side of me that wanted to see what the hype about Faheem’s dick was.
“My pussy is definitely better. Way better…” slipped from my lips before I had the chance to comprehend what I was really saying. Reality set in, and embarrassment followed. I wanted to crawl under the bed and hide until Faheem left.
Frowning at me, Faheem looked clueless about my comment. Then a sneaky grin leisurely spread across his face as he realized what I was referring to.
“You ain’t gotta tell me. I know it is. I can see big mama peekin’ at a nigga.” Faheem’s eyes were glued to my coochie print. My eyes dropped down to the bright yellow night shorts that gave a perfect imprint of my coochie. Snapping my legs shut, I got up from the bed.
“I gotta go to the bathroom.” I hurriedly walked into the bathroom slamming the door behind me.
I needed to get away from Faheem before I gave into the lustful thoughts running through my head.
He had one more time to look at me in the way he did before I fucked the shit outta him.
I hadn’t had a good orgasm in a long time, I was well overdue.
The fact that I was willing to fuck the man who kidnaped me was enough to let me know I was suffering from lack of an orgasm.
“Aye.” Faheem’s loud voice boomed through the door as he knocked on it. “Some shit just popped off I need to take care of. Since I’m leaving early, I’ma come back and chill with you tonight.” His voice held an urgency that said it was something serious.
“OK.” I called back, waiting to hear the loud thud that normally came after he’d locked the door… The thud never came.
Waiting a few minutes then snatching the bathroom door open, I looked around the room to make sure Faheem was really gone.
Once I saw he wasn’t in here, I tip-toed over to the door.
Nervously, I pushed the door to see if it would open.
Thank you, Jesus. I watched gleefully as the door slowly slid open.
Peering out into the dark basement, I was shocked to see a fully finished basement that looked better than my two-bedroom apartment.
Stepping out the room, I saw a kitchen area fully equipped with stainless steel appliances.
A fully stocked bar and living room area to the right of the room.
The TV had to be over seventy inches, red leather couches, gold framed glass tables.
I could see two other doors in the basement.
The nosey side of me wanted to see what was behind the doors, however, something more important caught my attention–two sliding glass doors that led to the back yard.
My way out of here. Quietly walking back into the room, I set an alarm on my phone for two hours from now.
I wanted to be sure this wasn’t a set up.
Faheem could have been testing me, and I would rather be safe than sorry.
I could wait a few more minutes to ensure I got my freedom.
Sitting on the bed, I waited patiently until it was my time to escape from here.