the story kicks off twelve years after the death of Beyoncé. The drama is far from over, there will be a bunch of twist and turns in this new chapter of Nicki's life that she will not see coming.
This is the second chapter of Don't Hurt Yourself, r...
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Beyoncé
The nap I took in the trunk was rejuvenating. It felt like someone was rocking me the whole entire way, I swear that ride was a solid ten out of ten. O'Shea was the one to help me out of the trunk, he even took the tape off my face. How nice of him, "thank you I was starting to get cotton mouth."
"You one weird chick." He brought me over to the center of the room where a chair was placed. This time they were more prepared. My hands were released from the tape then tied down to sides. A step up from my last experience. "What is your next step exactly Jaybear? Am I about to get beat to death or are you going to jump into torture?"
"Stop calling me that."
"Is Jaybunny better? Personally I like Jaybear but, this isn't about me."
"Keep talking and I'll putting something in that big mouth of yours."
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours. Full disclaimer I've been told I got a monster between my legs." If his complexion was lighter we would've seen how red his face would've been. It's not my fault I'm packing, I was born with a big dick. Not everyone is blessed like me. "Question does yours reach your bellybutton. Mine goes over, don't get me started on the girth."
"Go find me some more tape before I knock her teeth out her mouth." Rick was the one to leave.
I'm pretty sure thirty minutes have passed. Michelle needs to hurry her ass on. I do not want to miss Nicki coming home, I want her to model her outfits for me. "Usually during interrogations the interrogator ask questions, taping my mouth will stop me from talking."
"Well why don't you enlighten me on who you really are, let's start there."
"Okay. My full name is Beyoncé Giselle Knowles. Born September Fourth, I won't say the year because I'm a lady. I'm five foot seven, my favorite color is yellow, I have two beautiful daughters. A sister, one nephew, three godkids. Oh I had a pet goldfish names sunshine when I w-.." his fist connected to the side of my jaw. I could feel every fiber of the impact. His strength was no joke, almost knocked me out with that one. "Quit playing games, tell me who you really are?"
"I was before you rudely interrupted me! Now my face hurts dickhead, I'm not talking to you anymore."
"Bitch you going to talk." I blinked my eyes at him. Here I was being all nice and friendly and Hulk wanna spazz out and sock a sister in the jaw. "I know what'll get you to talk. Let's discuss my girl, I think it's time for you to disappear again and let a real man take care of her. Those girls need a father figure in they life, not some dyke." I shrugged. I've heard it all before.
Men always felt the need to inform what my partners needs. Like some dick from a man will change their life as if the mother fucker had superpowers. Dick ain't that life changing, if anything it causes problems. I should know. I messed around with a good bit of woman. "Still speechless?"
