Side Chick Life 3: The Finale

by Nicety

  “Ahhhhhhh,” I screamed out in wretched horror as he instantly ripped the muzzle off my face. “What the fuck? Just kill me already you stupid motherfucka. Kill me now, please.”

  “Kill you? No, no, no. I’m not done with you yet bitch. Oh no. This shit is far from over. After this you will think twice before destroying another innocent family, another innocent life,” his laughter was more sinister than the look in his beady shifty eyes. “So, did you like that vinegar bath or not?”

  In death, people either went through one of two doors. One leads to heaven and the other led to hell. I was anxious to see which door I would be met with. I cried out even louder. He wasn’t going to kill me anytime soon. I would have to live through every traumatizing event he had in store for me. Shivering from limb to limb, I ducked my face back behind my arms that was handcuffed above my head on the wall, refusing to give him the satisfaction of looking at my tears. I didn’t know what he would do to me next and that’s what was fucking me up inside the most.

  “You blame me for fucking up your life when you’re the one who fucked up your life. You shouldn’t treat women like whores you son of a bitch,” I bellowed. “Just kill me you damn coward and get this shit over with.”

  “You’re right. I shouldn’t treat women like whores. But if those women know how to stay in their lane, then they wouldn’t have any those problems.”

  “You sick bastard. Just do it already.”

  “No, Violet. Death is way to simple and easy for you. Your mother wanted me to make sure I made you pay for all the wrong you’ve caused in your life and I intend to do just that,” Adrial snorted as his footsteps grew closer. “Now, what else would you like me to do to you?”

  The word death resounded over and over in my head. D.E.A.T.H. I couldn't deal with the trials and tribulations of life anymore. I was ready to give up and say fuck this shit and be out. I couldn't get why I wasn't worthy of any kind of happiness or love. Everyone in my life would rather use me for a toilet instead of loving me as I did them. Without it, I didn't deserve to live. My very existence had been a burden to everyone that I touched. So what the fuck was the point in living? My untimely death would make many happy.

  "Kill me you son of a bitch, before I kill you," I taunted hoping to anger him, pushing his buttons just enough to get him to follow directions.

  "That sounds more like a demand. Naw, bitch. I'm gonna make you beg me hard for this shit." Adrial towered overhead gazing down at me with the twinkle of evil in his eyes. "Because of you, I have nothing. Nothing. No wife. No kids. No career. No life! Ha, ha, ha. Now neither will you."

  The drippings from my pores reeked of a foul stench. I could no longer feel myself breathing even though I could feel my heart thumping through my bare chest. One thing was certain. He was going to kill me but it wasn’t going to be a swift instant death that I so longed for. With the crazed look still set in his eyes, he undid his pants leisurely.

  Crawling on the old stain filled mattress, Adrial mounted me as if he had thirsted for this moment. My eyes closed. I couldn’t bear to watch the enjoyment on his face as he inserted himself inside of me to get his dick wet. Only God could save me now. But why would he? I had been calling on him my entire life and not once had he made good on any of my pleas.

  After only a few lackluster pumps, Adrial backed up out of me bringing his body up to a kneeling position on his knees in front of my face. With his hand, he used his dick as a weapon slapping it on my cheeks left and right. I refused to open my eyes. If he were going to have his fun it would be without knowing the disturbed solemn look in my eyes. There was no way I was going to give him the satisfaction of seeing the hurt and anguish inside of me.

  “Open your fucking mouth bitch,” he said using one hand to pry my lips apart.

  “Mmm, mmm.” I shook my head away from his grip constantly but he continued to press his dick to my lips.

  “Open up bitch and if you bite me I’m swear I’m gonna bust your ass right on top of your fucking dome.”

  He read my mind. I had every intention on biting the shit out of that motherfucka as soon as he stuffed that raggedy piece of shit he called a dick in my mouth. Opening my eyes to see exactly what I was doing, my lips slowly spread apart awaiting his insertion. Adrial’s dick dripped of blood and smelled of 8 day old garbage left on a hot enclosed back porch. It was a smell that filled the room seemingly seeping from my half dead mutilated opening. In a matter of twenty-four hours, he had destroyed my precious pussy.

  Pushing and thrusting his dick harder into my lips, I pressed them together almost as if I were trying to dry glue in between them. I shut my eyes tightly feeling pain in my eyelids as one of my hands slammed down by my side on the bed. It fell free from the nail in the wall from him banging his waist roughly against my head. The chain wrapped around my wrist made a sharp clinking noise against itself. Adrial seemed less and less concerned with it the further he pressed himself into my cracked skin lips.

  Later That Day

  Mika

  His skin had a rough yet silky feel as my face lie upon his chest. Ox was fast asleep but after our love making, I hadn’t slept all night. All I could think about was the loss of my baby. How could someone do a baby that way? It took a thoughtless, cold soul to do something so vile to a life that couldn’t even defend their selves. I couldn’t even bring myself to grieve properly for my baby. I was too preoccupied with finding his bitch ass daddy and making him pay for being involved whether willingly or not in taking the only thing that matter to me in this world.

  “You good baby,” Ox grumbled rubbing my shoulder affectionately.

  “Mmm, yeah. I thought you were still sleeping.” I beamed.

  “I was but all I kept dreaming about was how you rode the shit out of me last night. It was like you had been waiting forever to get that shit on huh?” He kissed my forehead after removing my hair from my face. “Miss four times in one night.”

  “I don’t know what got into me. I guess my blood was just racing after killing that bitch ass Bridgette.” My eyes grew cold just thinking about her. “We should probably get up and get the day started. I know that son of bitch thinks he got away with this shit. I don’t want him getting to far away from us.”

  “Whoa, whoa. Slow down there killa. I got my guys on it. We’re gonna get him.”

  “Ox, I don’t want to just sit here and wait around when I could be out there finding out where this asshole is. Now that I’ve had my first kill, I don’t wanna stop. I won’t stop, not until my baby gets the revenge he deserves.”

  “I feel you baby. I just don’t want you to get bloodthirsty on that shit. We’re gonna get that motherfucka and that’s real,” Ox replied hawking me down.

  Refusing to argue the issue any further, I reached up grabbing him by the cheeks with both hands pressing my lips to his. My tits hovered over his chest as I climbed on top of him once more, my hand walking slowly down to his dick to see if he was ready for me or not. He was for damn sure ready. It seemed like he stayed ready for me. I loved it. I never had to work too hard to get this nigga hard. Just being next to me got him in the mood.

  Ox made me feel like I was the only girl in the world for him. He never cringed at the sight of me no matter how much extra weight I had on my body. His fingers searched every inch of me and never seemed to miss any nook or cranny. He gripped my ass cheeks as I leaned down wrapping my tongue around his. With his guidance, I maneuvered my pussy on top of his straight thickness sliding my wetness up and down it with ease.

  “Naw, you think you slick, trying to ride a nigga into another coma.” Ox insinuated as he rolled me over onto my back pressing his body on top of mine. “I got this.”

  He slid inside of me like he had been plotting to break me off this way for the longest. Ox bit my neck then made his way down to my tits, nibbling gently while his tongue thrust licked to soothe away the pain. He slid out gently then slid back in twisting gradually, hitting me right in all the best spots. My
pussy creamed easily over and over again making it a worthy slip and slide for his long girthy shaft.

  My mouth flew agape each time he inserted his self inside of me, pumping like he was imprinting his mark in there. We complimented each other’s heavy panting into one another’s ears. It was as if it turned us on even further sending us into an insatiable necking frenzy as our bodies rubbed up against one another. Each time I was about to cum I would squeeze my eyes tight and hold on to his shoulders, digging my nails into his broad muscles.

  “Say my name baby,” Ox whispered into my ear.

  “Ox, baby. This is your pussy,” I breathed knowing exactly what he wanted to hear.

  “It better be.”

  I melted. I loved how he took charge of me. His control was like none other. It wasn’t a control of trying to overrule me but one in trying to dominate my heart and force my soul into becoming one with his. See only real motherfuckas knew that type of shit. It allowed a man to be a man while still keeping a strong mind as a woman. Men are hunters. This man hunted and pursued me until he finally got what he wanted. Now he was showing me exactly what he would do to keep me in every way possible.

  He shot his babies up inside of me pulsating like he did each and every other time we made love. It was an unspoken agreement we had together to try and make another baby for us. That baby would never be able to replace my Keylan but it would help to fill the void that I felt now that my first born son was gone. There wasn’t a chance in hell that I could ever forget my son. But if I had another baby, it would help me not want to jump off a fucking bridge and join Keylan in the afterlife. That’s not what he would have wanted even though that’s how I felt living everyday without him.

  “You’re everything to me, Mika. You just don’t know how I feel about you.” Ox nibbled on my earlobe as his pumps slowed and he collapsed over me.

  “And you mean everything to me as well. I can see you being my king one day. I can’t wait to build a life with you.” I smiled knowing deep down in my heart, Ox would make me the happiest woman on earth. “But first thing’s first. We need to get up and go hunting.”

  Ox rose partially just enough to stare me down. I knew what he was thinking but he knew he dared not say it. I might have been just a little blood thirsty, drunk to get the motherfucka that played a part in murdering my baby. So what. It was all I could eat, sleep, and dream about. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else was relevant in my heart until I got what I felt Keylan was deserved.

  “Let’s go.” Ox hopped up from the bed with a casual smirk after giving me a playful tap on the thighs. “I don’t wanna argue with a woman on a mission.”

  “Thank you baby.” There was no hiding my happiness.

  Ox made me smile with my heart but the rage that I felt inside wouldn’t allow me to express it on my face. Dark had been my dreams of late. I had to keep my mind right. It was only a few hours since I had gained my first body, killed and had my first taste of blood, but it felt like I had been doing this shit for years. Ox and Deidra had introduced me into a world that I wasn’t privy to and never wanted to be. Yet waiting on the police to do something about Keylan’s justice was out of the picture. They would never give David the punishment I thought he deserved. And at that moment reality hit me. I hadn’t even buried my son, my baby, my flesh and blood yet.

  Back Across Town

  Violet

  “Ahh, shit!” Adrial cringed.

  My neck twitched rapidly to the side as my hand rose from what felt like the depths of hell with the nail in hand sticking him straight in his dick. A crunch could be heard as I yanked it out and stuck it in once more. Adrial beat me with his fists on top of my head but nothing stopped me. I was a machine, ramming that nail in and out of his poor excuse for a dick watching in delight as blood squirted from out of it. It created a pool underneath him quickly as he hunched over than curled into a fetal position on the disgusting mattress I once thought would be my final resting place.

  “How does it feel to be fucked motherfucka?” I asked snatching the nail out of the wall freeing my other wrists.

  Adrial screamed out in the same horror that I did earlier. A smile filled my face from ear to ear. I wasn’t dead. I should’ve been but I wasn’t. For once it seemed like someone upstairs had heard my prayers and gotten me up out of this whacked out situation. Looking down I noticed Adrial’s dick hanging. It was severed from his body, dangling like a tree ornament on a thread of meat. He cuddled it in his hands probably hoping he could get it to go back on and stop the bleeding.

  “You thought you could do this shit to me nigga? Who the fuck is you to do some shit like this to me?” I roared pacing the floor thinking of my next move. “I should kill you bitch. I should fucking kill you.”

  Tears threatened my eyes but I refused to give that nigga the benefit of my tears at all. I had the upper hand now and he was the vulnerable one. He should’ve been begging me for his fucking life instead of holding on to the one thing that he cherished the most. It was the one thing he used to control women and get what he wanted. It was the very thing that he shouldn’t be able to use any longer.

  After slipping on my jeans and gym shoes, I stepped on his head reaching down to snatch what was left of his dick. It ripped right off of the hanging meat tearing like old piece of paper. His heart wrenching bellows echoed throughout the basement. Nothing but the sinister laughter of my voice filled any leftover silent gaps in the air as he struggled to settle down.

  “Now you suck it motherfucka and you suck it good here.” Forcefully, I shoved the dick in his already sobbing mouth.

  Adrial reached up with everything he had fighting me off. He wasn’t having none of that shit. That’s when I knew this nigga would never let me win, ever. He would go down how a nigga should, swinging. The cuffs were the only thing that would hold him. I tried like hell to squeeze my hands through the holes of the cuffs since I had no idea where the fuck the keys were. If they were in his pockets he would never let me get to them. Still, I panicked, struggling to get them damn things off of me.

  “You ain’t gonna get away with this shit bitch. Let me get up and this shit is over. Watch what the fuck I tell you,” Adrial warned, attempting to get up from the floor but finding it a failure each time.

  “Oh yeah? You sure about that you sick bastard?” The cuffs wouldn’t come off for shit and yet this nigga was crawling on his elbows to get to me.

  He slid across the floor with pain written on his face. It was smeared on it as if revenge was the only thing on the menu for me. Backing up, nothing stopped me from pushing and prying those damn cuffs off of me. The closer he got the more worried I became. Using the chains, I swatted at his head as hard as I could. They hit him like whips but he continued to push forward like the shit wasn’t even fazing him. It was either him or me. This shit was like the final trilogy of Jaws. The bad guy had to die. So which one of us was it gonna be?

  “I got you now bitch. You’re so fucking stupid. There’s nowhere to run. The only way you’re leaving this room is in a makeshift body bag that I made for your dumbass.”

  “You know, had you kept it one hunnid with me and told me that you had no intentions on wifing me and making me your main bitch, none of this shit would’ve happened. But you played me, which in turn played yourself. So when you think about it, all this shit was your fault. You fucked yourself, Adrial,” I huffed shaking my head as he tugged at me shoes prompting me to kick him as hard as a mule in his face. “You brought this shit on yourself you pussy ass motherfucka.”

  “Ha ha, the problem with dumb side bitches like you is that you hoes never know your place. All you have to do is recognize the game and play your motherfucking part. But naw. Y’all just gotta beg for more, then demand it, then end up like this. It doesn’t matter though. Your death will set as the example for other bitches out there who got the game fucked up.” His grip tightened as he grabbed my ankle once more. “You ready to die bitch?”

  “Hmph. Are you?�
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  Sarcasm rang through my voice as I reminded him of the piece of him in my hand he would never be able to get back without the work of a damn good plastic surgeon. Adrial neglected to notice his strength waning as he used every ounce of energy he had for his little dramatic speech. Patiently I waited only minutes for him to pass out going to sleep right at my feet.

  Kneeling slowly so as not to make any sudden movements, my hand pressed against his neck checking him for a pulse. It was weak but still very much there. Quickly I reached into his pants pockets searching for the keys to these damn handcuffs. Once I found them, I released myself and slipped on my t-shirt heading straight for the door. I tried every key on the ring to unlock that damn door, panicking with each try hoping the nigga didn’t wake up before I got a chance to escape.

  I should have been finding some sort of knife or something to rock that motherfucka to sleep for good. But I could only hope that he would bleed to death, a slow painful death much like the one he had intended for me. Finally the lock clicked on the door and as I turned the knob and flung the door open, I looked down at his dick still in my hand.

  “I should throw this shit on the expressway on some Lorena Bobbitt shit,” my lips exhaled, shivering a bit even though there was no breeze.

  Heading back over to his body, my foot gave him the hardest kick in his face that I could muster. Prying his mouth open, I stuck that little piece of shit’s dick back deep in his mouth. He was still breathing, unconscious but alive. If I weren’t so weak from the shit that he had been doing to me for hours on end, I would’ve killed him dead with my frail bare hands. Naw he needed to suffer until his last breath though, slipping in and out of consciousness with his own dick in his mouth. And, if he ever woke up and healed from all this shit. I swear like hell, when he came looking for me… I’d be more than ready for his bitch ass.