“Toast,” I pouted.
Giovanni held up his glass, and I held up mine.
“To my beautiful wife. The best investment I have ever made. I love you more than life, will never hurt you or let anyone else hurt you. And I hope we can add twenty more years to our four. I’m looking to love you forever, Giselle. To our anniversary.”
He made me teary eyed.
We clinked glasses. I took a sip of mine, and so did he. Then we both leaned over the table for a deep kiss.
I pulled away to dab my eyes and felt this incredible feeling in my chest.
“You okay, baby?”
I nodded. “These are happy tears.”
He stared at me before saying, “You know I love you, right?”
“Yes. I do.”
“And that I want to fuck your brains out tonight?”
I hit him on the hand playfully and looked around, making sure no one heard.
“You about ready to go?” he asked.
I nodded.
They wrapped up all the food I’d ordered. Giovanni had nothing left.
The wine had made me sleepy, and I hoped I didn’t fall asleep before we made it home. In the past I had, and Giovanni never woke me, just carried me in the house and put me to bed. I wanted to stay up for our anniversary and get in a session of lovemaking. Who knows? I thought as we made it to our car. Maybe I will get pregnant tonight.
My husband opened my side of his black Range Rover and closed the door once I was settled safely inside the car. He then walked around to the front and pulled out a cigarette to take a quick smoke. He usually did this, so that I didn’t have to smell the smoke.
Just then my cell phone rang. I pulled it out of my bag and answered it. “Hello?”
“Giselle. This is Percy.”
“Hi, Percy—”
“I hate to do this to you, but it’s time the truth comes out. Whether he wants to hide it from you or not. Where’s Giovanni?”
I looked at my husband as he ground his cigarette into the concrete and walked toward the car. “He’s coming. Hold—”
“No! Giselle, put the phone on speaker. I want you and him to hear this.”
My husband opened his side of the car, sat down, and closed the door.
“Okay, Percy.” I looked at my husband, confused by the look of alarm on his face at the mention of Percy’s name. I pressed the speaker button, and Percy’s voice flooded out of the phone.
“Since you don’t want to answer my calls, I had to find a way to get at you, and that was through Giselle! I just wanted to let you know that I’m done with you and your shit. You sick, twisted muthafucka! And you got some go—”
Before I could hear the rest, the back of my husband’s truck was hit. The glass in the back window shattered.
I screamed and ducked down, dropping the phone. In the side-view mirror, I saw a man standing with a bat and two more men with bats creeping up to the front of the car.
“Giselle, keep your head down!” Giovanni yelled.
I heard more glass shatter, and I knew that they had busted the front window as well.
“Giovanni!” I screamed as two of the men yanked him out of the driver’s window of the car. They dropped him to the ground and started beating him with their bats. I started crying, and my heart was thudding in my chest.
The other guy then climbed on the front hood of the car. When he reached for me, I screamed and unsnapped my seat belt so I could escape to the back of the car.
“Come here!”
With only seconds to make an escape, I leaped into the backseat, terrified, as I felt him grab one of my heels. I kicked, landing a blow to his face.
“Bitch!”
“Giovanni!” I screamed, helpless. I was super terrified.
The guy came through the window, yanked me viciously by my arm, and pulled me out of the car through the busted front window. My body slid down the hood of the truck to the ground. Before I could move, he snatched me back up. “Keep your fucking hands to yourself!” he growled. He slapped the hell out of my face in a way I had never been slapped before. It was done in a way that made the side of my face numb.
As if the physical pain wasn’t enough, I had to witness my husband lying helpless on the ground, with blood oozing from his head. Yet they continued to assault him. I watched as they beat him to the extent that I wondered if he was dead or not.
I started crying really hard at that moment. And as I cried, the three dudes grabbed me and put me into a black Magnum.
I stared out the windows at my husband and screamed hysterically. I was in the middle of the backseat with two of the men on either side of me, with the other dude driving.
The one driving said, “You screaming now, bitch. Your pain is just getting started, and life, as you know it, is over.”
I literally pissed in my pants at his comment.
One of them tied a blindfold over my eyes. After what felt like twenty minutes of driving, the car stopped. I heard the car turn off, seat belts being unsnapped, and car doors being opened. I was dragged by my hair with the blindfold on me, so I had no idea where I was.
“Don’t be easy on that bitch. Fuck her,” one of the guys said.
One of my shoes was gone, so it was a little difficult to walk, much less walk fast. When I couldn’t keep up with them, the guy dragging me tightened his grip on my hair. I moaned from the pain.
“Shut the fuck up, ho! ’Fore I make it worse.”
I nodded fearfully and hurried to keep up with them, which was also hard because I couldn’t see anything in the darkness. At one point, I lose my balance and fell. The guy didn’t bother helping me up. Then I heard keys jingle and a door being opened. I was roughly tossed on a floor.
I was scared out of my fucking mind. What if Giovanni was dead, and what if they killed me? I was also curious as to why I was even here. I had done no one wrong in my life. Neither had my husband.
“Aye, yo. Set up that shit on the phone,” one of the guys yelled.
I wanted to take off the blindfold so I could see where I was, but I didn’t want to make them angry.
That was when I felt someone standing over me.
The blindfold was snatched off my face.
I blinked and looked around. It was an empty house. I stared fearfully at the two guys hovering over me, while the other guy fiddled with a cell phone.
The guy with the cell said, “Take her fucking clothes off.”
“No!” I screamed. I hoped they were not going to rape me. And I wondered who the hell they were and what they wanted.
They ignored me. I tried to crawl away, but a foot easily landed on my back, knocking me flat on the floor. My pretty dress was ripped to shreds, and my other shoe was flung off. My bra and panties were next.
“Damn, that bitch thick!” one of them said.
I was left naked and shivering. Please don’t let them rape me, I prayed.
“JB, you got the shit on there?” one of them asked.
“Yeah, Ponce.”
The two dudes snatched me up, while the guy named JB held up the phone to my face. JB talked while the other two dudes held me.
“Listen, Giovanni. You dirty, grimy-ass muthafucka. As you can see, we got your bitch! And if you think this shit is about a fucking ransom, you’re wrong. You done fucked with the wrong one. See my boss, Bryce, knows all about your sick, twisted ass, and you made the worst mistake of your life when you decided to fuck around with his little sister. So he looks at it like this. An eye for an eye.”
What was he talking about? Who was Bryce, and who was his little sister?
The dude named Ponce, who was holding me, snatched one of my nipples and squeezed it. I felt so violated, but I kept quiet.
JB went on. “Everything you did to the boss’s sister, we going to do to this bitch! And when we done passing her around to all the homies, we’re going to send this bitch back to you in a box!”
I freaked out at what he had just said. So they d
id plan on forcing themselves on me. They were going to rape me to get revenge on my husband. “You must have the wrong person,” I wanted to yell. And they were going to make the mistake of raping me. I panicked when one of the dudes holding me, Ponce, released me momentarily to unzip his pants. Before I could even blink, he placed his dick in my face.
My heart was beating a mile a minute, and my body was shaking.
“You got her, E?”
E laughed. “Yep.”
I closed my eyes as the warm liquid hit my face, and I resisted the urge to heave right there. Having a complete stranger pee directly in my face was a very humiliating experience.
“Yeah, you see that shit, nigga?” JB said. “Your bitch just got a golden shower, and before the night is over, she is going to suck all our dicks and take these dicks any way we want her to.”
At the part “any way we want her to,” the guy that had just pissed on me started slapping me in the face with his dick. I moaned in my throat in disgust. Fear started rising in me again at their threats.
JB was fiddling with the phone now. “Hold her so I can send that nigga this one.”
A few minutes later JB said, “All right. Let’s send another one. Torture this nigga. Stick your dick in her mouth.”
No way was I going to give this stranger, who probably had AIDS, head. “If you stick that in my mouth, I can’t be responsible for what I do,” I warned.
“Shut up, bitch.” E attacked me with a blow to my face.
I shook off the pain that rushed to my head. But the blow made me light-headed, made me want to pass out. Why were they doing this? And was my husband alive? I wondered if I would live past this night, after they inflicted their so-called revenge on me. Then I wondered if they would realize they had the wrong people. Because I knew my husband was innocent of whatever they were accusing him of. He probably didn’t know of any Bryce, just like I didn’t know of any Bryce.
I started crying.
Ponce said, “Yeah, bitch, I wish you would even think of injuring my dick. If you do, I will injure you for life.”
JB positioned the camera. “Go ahead, P.”
The thought of him stuffing himself inside of me was sickening, and I would take my odds. So as soon as he shoved it inside my mouth, I clamped down real hard.
Ponce screamed for his life. It was a shriek I would never forget. The phone fell to the floor, and JB was on me, gripping my hair in his hands, trying to get me to loosen my hold. He couldn’t. But then E started strangling me as I continued to bite down. The pressure tightened around my neck to the extent that I could not breathe, so I had to let Ponce go.
As soon as I did, he held his dick with one hand, and with the other, he came down hard on my head. I collapsed back into E’s arms. That was when Ponce went crazy.
“You stupid bitch! You done fucked up and got my shit throbbing.” He started pounding me. Left hook, right hook, a few kicks to my stomach, but when he pulled my head back by my hair and gave me a punch in the face, I was literally out for the count. Literally... .
Chapter 10
I woke up to someone prodding me. In a spot I am ashamed to even mention. But it was my insides.
“Good morning, bitch. Your husband called.”
So my husband was alive. I was relieved at that, but I was so afraid to open my eyes to the reality of what they were doing to me now and were about to do. I opened my eyes to find the phone once again aimed at me by the dude Ponce. E was also there, but the other guy, JB, was gone.
It was Ponce who had just spoken.
E sat back, with a huge smirk on his face, as some chick I didn’t even know, had never seen before, continued to stick her fingers inside of me.
“Yo, dawg, this shit is turning me on!” E exclaimed.
I tried to inch away from her. But E positioned his gun on me, leaving me helpless and hella scared.
“Yeah, rich nigga, you see this shit. We getting your bitch turned out by a dyke, dawg. So stop calling, muthafucka, and enjoy the fucking show!” said Ponce.
I looked at the girl, who had a shaved head and piercings all over her face. She was buck naked.
“Could you please stop?” I whispered.
She simply winked at me. Her two fingers snaked in and out.
“Now, what else you got in your little bag of toys, Mama?” E asked her. He was seated across from where we were on the floor, in a plastic chair. He had a big purse on his lap. He rummaged through the purse while the girl giggled at me, not shy at all about the fact that she was violating me much like I was violated the night before.
When she made a move to slip her head between my legs, I tried to close my legs.
Ponce smacked the shit out of me and shouted, “You fucking up the shot! Bitch, open them legs!”
My shoulders shook with sobs, as I had no choice but to open my legs and let her slip between them and proceed to go down on me. It felt like my face was on fire from the smacks.
E started rubbing his dick in his pants. “Goddamn!”
“How that shit taste, Leslie?” Ponce asked.
“Sweet.”
She started thrashing her head from side to side and licking up and down my pussy like my husband would do to me. But instead of it making me feel good, she was making me really sick. I wanted to throw up, and I felt violated beyond description. I felt the way a rape victim would feel, because that was what she was doing to me. She was performing oral sex on me against my will. I couldn’t understand how she was getting pleasure out of this. Out of seeing me get assaulted and crying. She was just as sick as they were.
E tossed something toward her. “Here, I got something for you.”
She pulled her face away from my pussy and picked it up. It was a gigantic dildo. Without waiting, she started slapping it against my pussy. “Look how wet I’m making you,” she purred. I was dry. She had to see that.
She then got on her knees, so her ass was facing E. Ponce still had the cell phone on me and was filming this. She took the dildo and shoved it in my pussy. “Moan for me, baby,” she said.
At that point I knew if I begged her to stop, she wouldn’t. So I shook my head and closed my eyes, and she slammed it harshly inside of me.
After five strokes, I heard E say, “I can’t take this shit no more, man.” He stood and yanked down his pants.
“Come on, Daddy. I like dick, too.”
He pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles and slid behind the girl. I watched, horrified, as he fucked her. All while the dildo was inside of me. With each thrust he gave her pussy, she would match it, sticking the dildo into me just as hard.
When E’s eyes met mine and he gave me a lustful look as he continued to pound into her and she started moaning loudly, I looked away from him, because it was almost like he was saying, “You’re next, bitch.”
“I’m cumming! Shit, I’m cumming!” E yelled.
Ponce laughed. “I wish I could see that nigga’s face after I send this one.”
“I’m cumming, too. You cumming, Mama?” she asked me.
I just kept my eyes closed and waited for it to be over and prayed that the guys didn’t force themselves on me.
Finally, E started yelling at the top of his lungs, and the girl, Leslie, matched his pitch. E then pulled out and rushed closer to me. He then allowed his cum to splash on my face and hair. This was also something my husband had never done to me. I heard his mocking laugh when he was done.
“Cut!” Ponce said. “Ain’t that what they say when they make those fuck movies?”
I wiped the cum from my face as best I could.
“You gonna get some of this?” E asked, referring to the girl who had gone down on me.
“No. I want to fuck that prissy bitch right there, and as soon as I send this video to her husband, I’m going to hit that,” Ponce replied.
“Let me rinse off my dick.” E slipped into another room. I figured it was the bathroom.
Survival tactics kicked in. I
wondered if the bathroom had a window that I could escape out of.
Leslie stood and said, “Shit, I can go for another round.”
“Ease back, bitch,” Ponce told her.
She giggled, unaffected, and said, “Can I watch?”
“I don’t care.” Ponce started stripping out of his clothes.
I started crying again. There was no way I wanted any of those bastards inside of me. If they forced themselves on me, they might as well kill me, because I couldn’t go back to my husband. I would never feel the same. I would be too ashamed of this day.
Ponce came toward me with a sinister look in his eyes. “Come here, bitch.” He kneeled down some and grabbed one of my legs, pulling me closer to him.
“No, please!” I begged him. “Don’t!”
He ignored me and straddled my body with his. He started squeezing my breasts roughly with one hand, while using his other hand to go inside me.
E came out of the bathroom, took one look at us both, and said, “Like that?”
“Yeah. I’m going to fuck this bitch.”
“Well, shit, me too!”
“Grab the phone and film this,” Ponce told him.
“Okay.”
I started fighting, in hopes that I could free myself. I tried to slide from underneath him, all the while using my fist to hit him. It had no effect whatsoever. He was going to take what he wanted. The look in his eyes was too determined as he reached down and started licking my nipples. I managed to scratch his face, and he yelled out in pain. Then he slapped the shit out of me. The hits made me cry out loudly.
“Don’t scratch me.” He then spit in my face.
Once the spit hit my face, I sobbed and closed my eyes. That was when someone’s phone rang.
“Turn over, bitch. I don’t wanna see your face. In fact, I’m going to fuck you in your ass.” He flipped me on my stomach and started sticking his fingers in my asshole.
I could hear E talking. “What’s up, Bryce? Yo, man, we ... Yeah, that bitch is here. She a bad bitch. E about to get some of that.” He paused. “Why? Naw, I’m not questioning you.”
I could feel his dick pressing against my asshole, trying to gain entry. I struggled against him. What if he had something like an STD or AIDS? He was trying to go inside me with no protection. He could ruin my marriage and my whole life! I tried to drag myself away, but he took one hand and gripped my hair so tight, I thought he was going to pull a huge plug out. I didn’t want to go back to my husband after another man had forced himself on me. I had to get away, so I continued to struggle against him, despite the pain he was inflicting on me. When I wouldn’t stop moving, he gripped the back of my head and slammed it down on the floor. I screamed and felt dizzy. I blinked and tried to regain my focus.
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