I was grateful my sister was good. This Tyson dude was taking good care of her. As for that nigga Saint, he gotta see me about my sister. Ain't no way you finna fuck over my sister out and think you're gonna get away with it. That's why Harper and Karmen are still locked in my basement.
No, they're not dead yet. I've been carrying their death out for my benefit. I still give them food and water to keep them alive until I'm ready to kill them.
It was time to check on them. I go see them once a week; give them food or water, or sometimes both. I just wanna keep fucking with them as they fucked with Psalmist.
Walking in, Karmen was still looking groggy. Harper was barely awake. "Wake y'all asses up!" I said kicking them both.
"Man, just kill me," Harper said.
"Why? I think I like you hanging on by a thread."
"Man, what I did to Psalmist was nothing!" Harper yelled.
"Nothing?! Nigga, you raped my 16-year-old sister! How is that nothing?! You were fucking 20 years old! I should just kill you now, but I rather make you suffer!"
"Please spare me," Karmen cried.
"And why should I do that? You went to her job damn near every day just to fuck with her. Saint didn't even want you. You were playing him talking about you were pregnant. He knew you were lying."
"Look, I wanted my man back. There was nothing wrong with what I was doing. I wanted her to leave him so he would come back to me. You've had us here for I don't know how long. Please just kill us or let us go."
"Nawl, I think I'll keep y'all here a little longer. I'm actually enjoying having y'all here."
I laughed and left out. I gave them a sandwich today. I let them eat. I'm not that heartless. I went home to my wife and baby. Shelby was everything to me. She was supportive and so caring. I loved that girl with everything in me. She gave birth to my beautiful baby girl, Noelle Chanel. She was perfect. Having Shelby by my side was everything I needed at this point.
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Kyle
I haven't seen or talked to my brutha outside of business. I had to check on him. I dropped by the office building to see how he was doing. When I got to his office, I could tell my brutha was suffering hard. I didn't know what was going on, but I was worried.
"Damien, what the hell is wrong with you? You look like shit."
