by N'Tyse
He took a cell phone out of his pocket and placed a call. My heart began to race even faster than before. Sand, where are you? was all I kept thinking.
“I got her.” The intruder was watching me through the slits in his mask. “Yes, we’re alone. Okay. I can do that.” He flipped the phone closed and stuck it back in his pocket. “Somebody wanted me to deliver a little message to you.” He gripped me by the hair and brought my face up to his. The small amount of air he blew through his mask was enough to make my nose turn up on its own. “You want some real dick? You wanna get fucked real hard?” He pushed my head to the side and began unzipping his pants.
I kicked and kicked until all my strength was gone. “Please,” I kept trying to yell. No matter how loud I screamed, there was no one who would hear me. My screams were muffled whimpers.
“Shut the fuck up, bitch!” He slapped me. I fell back. He climbed on top of me, his mask still on his face. I lay back and prayed to God that he was not about to do what I thought he was. “Spread them legs and let me show you what a real dick feels like.”
He forced my legs apart.
I struggled to close them.
He slapped me again.
“Open up, bitch! Don’t act like you scared of the dick now.” He was finally able to get in between my legs. I was still crying, scared for my dear life. He removed his gloves. He ran his nasty fingers across me freely. First over my breasts and then down my stomach. When he came to my middle area, he stopped. “You know, you’re a waste of a woman. I see why my man paid me to fuck you up. All this good dick walking around, and you’d rather have a bitch who wished she had a dick. Any other bitch would kill to have a big dick like this swinging up in ’em every night, deep strokin’ that pussy.”
When he said the word kill, I knew I was about to die. That was the only thing I heard come out of his mouth. He suddenly shoved his bare dick roughly inside my dry, tight hole without warning. It hurt so bad. I cried, but no one could hear me with the sheet tied around my mouth. I couldn’t even hear myself. Dear Jesus, dear Lord, I prayed.
He pumped and pounded his dick in and out, intentionally roughing me up, and then finally grabbed me by the neck when he was ready to release. His grip was so strong that I thought he was trying to choke me into an orgasm of my own. I tried to catch as many breaths as I could, because he was strangling me. All of a sudden, I felt a warm gush let go inside of me and his hard, huge body convulsed. I couldn’t stomach the stinky smell coming from his musty balls and his funky breath, which he continuously blew in my face once he reached his stolen peak. He struggled to his feet, grabbed one end of the sheet, and began wiping his nasty sweat, which had dripped from under his mask onto my uncovered chest. I scooted away from him as far as I could, moving toward the other side of the bed, when he got up. He saw that I was in pain, but he didn’t care. I couldn’t keep from crying. I felt so violated.
He shook off the slime that was dripping from his dick, forced it back into his pants, and slid the gloves back on. “So, how you want it, baby girl? Slow and painful or quick and painless?”
I shook my head, indicating neither. I didn’t want to die. Even though, for a split second I wished I was dead, because I was in so much agonizing pain.
As he waited for me to decide my fate, there was a loud-ass knock on the door, which startled both of us.
“Who the fuck is that?” he demanded.
I shrugged my shoulders. I had no idea who it was or who it could be.
Up until that point, he hadn’t presented a weapon, but hearing that knock made him pull one out. I had never seen a gun up close before. It was black all over, and it fit tightly between his trigger-happy fingers. He pointed it in my face. “Get rid of ’em.” He pulled me up on my feet. “Any funny shit and I’ll blow your fuckin’ head off, bitch,” he reminded me.
The knocks got stronger and louder. He searched the room, trying to find something for me to slip on. He hurried and untied the sheet over my mouth and then the one tied around my arms. He tossed me one of my long nightgowns that he found in the laundry basket near the closet. I slipped it over my head, still hurting and in pain. In between my legs felt like it was on fire, and so did my wrists, where they had been tied tightly for so long.
I walked to the front door. He followed me, standing right behind me but keeping himself out of view.
“Who is it?” I asked in a shaky voice. The gun was pointed right at my side. I knew that if I made any crazy gestures or movements, he would shoot me in the gut and would probably finish me off with a head shot.
“It’s Dallas police, ma’am. Could you open your door please?”
I looked to the right side of me, where the robber or killer—I wasn’t sure what to call him—was calmly standing. He pulled his finger up to his lips and then waved the gun as a reminder of what was to come next if I said anything. I opened the door slowly. Two uniformed Dallas police officers stood there, holding flashlights, and one had his hand positioned on his weapon, in case he needed to pull it out real quick. The tall officer shined the light in my face, looked over my shoulder to see if he could see anything. He lowered it when he saw the light was nearly blinding me.
“Ma’am, we received two complaints about loud music coming from this unit.”
“I, uh, didn’t realize I had it up so loud. I will turn it off, Officer. I sorta fell asleep with it on like that,” I lied. I couldn’t hide the fear in my eyes. Please don’t leave me, I thought. This guy is gonna kill me.
The black officer spoke up. “Ma’am, can I get your name?”
“It’s . . . uh . . . uh . . . Rene Montgomery. I mean, it’s Rene Brown.”
He gave the white officer a strange look.
The white officer spoke again. “Miss Brown, do you live at this residence?”
“Yes, sir. I just moved back in yesterday.” I pulled my hair behind my ears, nervous as hell. I wished I could volunteer that I had two tickets that I hadn’t paid, if that was going to get me arrested and away from this crazy muthafucka right next to me. But I still felt the gun pointing in my direction, so I kept my mouth shut.
“Officer Brinkley, we have a disturbance call. . . .” The white officer lowered the volume on his radio, nearly ignoring the dispatcher call.
“Are you okay, miss? You look a little distressed,” the black officer said.
“I’m fine,” I lied.
“All right, just keep it down. Folks are trying to get some sleep.”
“I will,” I told him.
He looked me in my eyes and then winked. I didn’t know what that could possibly mean. They both walked off quickly, hurrying down the steps. When I couldn’t see their uniforms anymore, I began to panic all over again. I was about to die. I slowly closed the door and was face-to-face with this monster.
“That’s my girl,” he said, applauding me with the gun in his hand. “You know what? I like the way you obey. Let’s go back in this room and pick up where we left off. I think I want my dick sucked real good.” He nodded his head up and down excitedly. I felt so fucking sick to my stomach. “Go on. Get back there.” He pushed me in the back of my head.
I looked to the left of me, where he was, and suddenly saw the reason the officer had winked at me. He had seen my situation. He had seen that I had a gun pointed at me, ready to blow my damn brains out. My large gold-framed mirror that hung in the dining area had shown him everything. He had seen the intruder. I was going to be okay. I just had to play along and not do anything stupid.
I was already gagging before the tip of his penis even touched my lips. I was crying and begging him not to make me do it. He pointed the gun at me, using it to intensify the threat of him blowing my head off.
“Think you too good to suck a nigga dick, huh? Bitch, mouth my shit.”
I was on my knees, quivering with fear, being ordered to perform oral sex on this fuckin’ bastard who had just broken into my house. Dying wasn’t an option for me, so I had to oblige. I placed my unt
rained lips around the head of his penis, felt it swell inside my mouth once it entered.
“Yeah, open that mouth on up.” He was enjoying himself, while I hated every single second of it. He took it out and rubbed it over my lips, as if applying a second coat of invisible lip gloss. Then he rubbed it around my chin and eased it back inside my mouth. “Yeah,” he kept saying. “You know what I like.” I gagged again when he slid more inches of himself inside. “Ooh, your mouth so wet and juicy.” He moaned in pleasure, while I continued to moan in pain.
“Ooh, yeah, that’s right.” He closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and controlled my head movements with his right hand while he kept a handle on the gun in his left. My head was bobbing up and down. I was scared to death, and I wanted this nightmare to be over with.
“Yeah, yeah,” he said as he pumped my head even faster on his dick, almost making me choke. With the last push, I felt my teeth cut into his skin. “Aw, bitch!” He slapped me, and I fell backward, blocking his second hit with my free hands. He aimed the gun at me as he backed away and took a moment to examine his hairy dick. “You gon’ pay for that one, bitch!” He pushed his hard-on back into his pants, but I could still see the bulge peeking through. “You wanna bite my shit?” He groaned in pain.
Minutes passed before he said another word. I was thinking, Come on, muthafucka. Do what you came to do and get it over with. On second thought, only if it doesn’t involve killing me.
Where the fuck were those cops, and where in the hell was Sand? It was past three o’ clock in the morning. Maybe she was with her girlfriend. Maybe she had moved on without me. Another set of tears came running down. Maybe I should have never come back. I was so confused, and everything at the moment seemed unreal, but I knew that it was. I wondered if Sand still loved me and if she could forgive me. Everything that was happening seemed like karma coming around for the people I had hurt in my life—Sand, Vincent, and Shun. I was stuck, with nowhere to turn. I wished I could change everything, but I couldn’t. What was done was done. No turning back.
“Man, where this muthafucka at?” He kept looking at the clock and then again at me. “Bitch, did I ask you to look at me?” He was pacing the floor. Then we heard exactly three knocks on the door. “Bitch, don’t fuckin’ move.”
He walked out of the room, leaving me praying that this would all be over with soon. I heard the door open, and the sound of another male’s voice caught my attention.
“Here. Put these on so she can’t see you,” I heard the guy who had raped me say. I could barely hear the second voice to make out what else was being said.
Then I heard, “Hell no. We agreed on fifty thousand.” The rapist was angry. I could pick out his loud, deep voice from anyone else’s with no problem at all. “Well, then you finish the job. I’ve done my part.” He was obviously pissed. Sounded like some sort of disagreement. What the hell was going on? I heard the voices get closer and then suddenly disappear.
There were now two men standing in front of my doorway. Both had on all-black clothing, gloves, and black masks. The only way I was able to distinguish the two was by their size and height. The first robber was tall and stocky. The second was shorter and smaller. Were they about to do something so bad to me that he needed a partner? All kinds of crazy shit started running through my mind. Sweat and tears began rolling down my face. I hoped I wasn’t about to get a train run on me. I prayed that was not about to happen. I wouldn’t be able to go through another round of torture and torment.
“Look at you. So you like to play games with men, huh? Well let’s play my game. It’s called my secrets, your lies. If you can guess my secret, I’ll tell you your lies.”
I eyed the new intruder, giving him a blank stare. What was he talking about? What was he thinking? The first guy, the rapist, stood next to the new guy, following along and ready to take action when told. The new guy ran his gloved finger down my cheek. I shivered, frantic at his touch.
“So beautiful, yet so conniving,” he said.
What was he talking about? I was scared shitless, and I showed it clearly through the tears that had my eyes burning red and the snot and saliva that drenched my face.
“Man, hurry up,” the rapist yelled. I was still balled up, down on the floor. The second masked man stood in front of me, squatted down to be at eye level.
“You go first,” he said.
“I’m not sure I understand what you’re asking me to do,” I said in a low voice, pausing in between my words.
He stood to his feet and started laughing. “Oh, so now you don’t understand how to take orders? Well, that’s mighty funny.” He looked over at the rapist. “You hear that, man? She says she doesn’t understand what I want her to do.” He laughed again, waiting for his partner to join in, but he didn’t.
“Man, we gotta be out. Do what the fuck we came to do, and let’s bounce.” the rapist said. He extended his hand with the gun to give it to the new guy. He released it, giving the new guy before me all the control.
The new guy waved the weapon in my face, getting a thrill at how I flinched every time he brought it near me. “Any memory of what I’m talking about now?” he asked, showing me a picture of me and Sand. It looked like we were at the mall. Wait a minute. We were at the mall. I remembered the outfit. That picture was taken at least six months ago. I remembered the hairdo. I started crying. That was on my birthday. I scrolled down with my eyes, and there was the date and time on the picture. “This is why we couldn’t spend time together on your birthday?” he asked.
“Vincent?” I whispered.
“Oh, goddamn, man. Now the bitch knows who you are.” The other guy was becoming impatient and angry.
“Oh, my God, Vincent,” I said.
Where did he get that picture? We had taken the small photo inside of a picture booth at the Galleria, a shopping mall. I thought back to that day, when I had told Vincent that I was going to be spending time with my grandmother for my birthday. He had really wanted us to be together, but there was no way that I could get away. Sand had been planning my birthday surprise for months. There was just no way in hell she would let me out of her sight. She spent way over five thousand dollars on me that day. I remembered later that night and the fancy four-star hotel we stayed in. I was trying to figure out how Vincent could have gotten the picture. I was sure it was in my photo album, which I kept inside my closet, on the very top shelf. No telling what other pictures he had of me and her.
He looked at the picture again, then ripped it down the middle. “You were all I wanted. I gave my heart to you.”
I started crying again, showing him that I was hurt also. I couldn’t believe this was the extent to which he would go. I hated him for this. That fat muthafucka behind him had raped me, and it looked like Vincent was the mastermind behind it.
“He raped me!” I yelled in Vincent’s face, pointing at the guy standing behind him. All of a sudden my anger took over, and I felt stronger.
“Oh, so he hurt the poor baby? He screwed you like you did me? You lied about everything!” Vincent spat. “Your grandmother, your whereabouts, your entire goddamn life.” He became infuriated, but I was just as mad. Now that I knew it was him under that mask, he didn’t scare me anymore.
“I’m sorry,” was all I could say. Yes I had lied, cheated, and misled him. But he was also wrong. My heart was pumping faster and faster. I had brought all this on myself, and whatever my punishment was, I was ready to take it. But this crazy son of a bitch had me raped and beaten up. “Do I really deserve this, though, Vincent?” Sadness was in my voice. I was trying to understand the bona fide reasoning behind all this.
Vincent snatched the mask off his face and tossed it on the floor. His bright blue eyes looked coal black to me. There was nothing that I could say that would justify the situation, but I wanted to know if Vincent really wanted me killed. If I had hurt him so deeply that his only thought of revenge was for me to die.
“You think I was gonna just let
you walk around here like nothing happened between us? You think you can just walk into someone’s life and right back out without giving them a goddamn warning? And then you say you’re sorry. You weren’t sorry when you came over to screw me and then rushed back to lay with your little dyke, now were you?”
I sucked in my own tears. I could see that he was deeply hurt.
“Please, Vincent,” I begged. “Don’t hurt me. I’m sorry.”
“Man, do what the fuck you gotta do so we can bounce,” the rapist urged.
Vincent stared me in my face. “It’s your turn,” he said.
I was still confused. “What?” I cried out.
“Man, you fuckin’ takin’ too long,” the rapist barked. “Give me the gun so I can blow this bitch. She already know who you are—”
Bang!
A loud shot rang out. My ears were ringing, and suddenly I was blinded by a massive amount of blood.
Rene
I sat like a frightened child, with my hands covering my face, my ears ringing from the loud shot that had echoed off the walls of my suddenly silent apartment. The rapist lay facedown in a huge puddle of his own blood, which poured from his head and onto the carpet.
Vincent looked at him and then back at me. “You see what he made me do?”
Now would have been a good time to reach over and slap the shit out of his fat, disgusting ass, then shove my fingers up his rear to see how much he liked it. But while I felt free from the rapist, Vincent still held me captive. My blood was beginning to boil as I predicted my fate. I was sure I was next.
“My God, Vincent. You are crazy!” I shouted.
He started laughing at himself, slapping the gun against his forehead. He had seriously lost his mind.
“It’s your turn,” he said. I looked up at him, and tears welled up in my eyes. “Tell me my secret!” he screamed loudly, now swinging the gun and aiming it more in my direction.
