HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Chapter 6

Deborah turned to search the room, then picked something up from the ground. Shawn couldn't tell what it was but watched as she walked towards the strange man. She slashed her hand across his face, and he groaned in pain, falling on his side to the ground. Shawn rushed over, trying to stop her from hitting him again, only to realize that there was blood on his face. There was a bloody gash over his right eye. He reached for her hand and saw it. The broken wine bottle was her weapon.

"Deborah, no! Why you doing that to him?" He held on to her wrist, preventing her from making another slash at the man.

"Why you a try stop me? You nuh think him deserve this?"

"No! Of course not! Him deserve to be punished but not like this Debz."

"Shawn, don't try and stop me. Jus come outa mi way." Deborah shoved him aside and pulled the strange man to his knees. She hit him again, swinging the broken wine bottle across his face. Gripping his face, and squeezing his jaws together, Deborah stared into his eyes.

"After wah you do to me, you deserve fi dead." She panted in anger. Shawn rushed in front of her again, begging her to stop.

"I think him get enough now, babes." He said, hands raised as if he was surrendering.

"Nope, so come outa mi way." She said with a straight face, almost unrecognizable to Shawn. Deborah raised the broken wine glass towards Shawn, pointing it at him.

"Move"

"Debz....No"

"Shawn, move!" She threatened him, pointing her weapon closer to his face.

"Yah go attack me if mi nuh move? Yah go tie me up like him?"

"A dat yuh wah?" Deborah smirked, stepping closer to Shawn. She used her free hand to caress his face, then rested it under his chin, pulling him in for a kiss. Shawn wrapped his arms around her waist, as the passionate thrill ran through his body. He felt her bare chest against his and began to trace the curves of her back until he reached for her neck.

"Mi have a better idea, Debz." He whispered on her lips.

"Idea fi wah?" She asked, while her free hand roamed to his jeans pants.

"Fi torture him." Shawn turned, embracing Deborah from behind, giving her a view of the strange man. He kissed her neck gently, cupping her breasts with his hands. Deborah smiled, pleased as she realized what Shawn meant.

"Oh, you like what you see?" Deborah gazed down at the strange man enjoying his view. He looked up at Shawn's hands and wished they were his own. He released a heavy sigh as he closed his eyes.

"Hey!" Deborah slapped him to reality as Shawn traced his hands down her stomach to her shorts button, opening it and pulling down her zip. Deborah bent over, pulling her shorts to her knees and taking her legs out. She continued to stare at him while she lifted her shorts to his face. He leaned in, sniffing it as if it was a sweet rose.

"Weh yuh name?" Deborah asked the strange man. He looked up at her, smiling.

"David." He mumbled, smirking at her.

"David... Nice name." Deborah bit her bottom lip. She stared at him as Shawn continued to caress her body, tracing the angles and edges of her hips. She kneeled in front of the strange man, staring into his eyes. She whispered his name once more, making her lips almost touch his. He tried to lean in closer, to close the gap, but she pulled away in time. She started to, slowly, untie the knots from her bikini panty, keeping eye contact with David. Shawn held on to her hand, preventing her from finishing it, thinking that she was going too far. She shoved his hand off, wanting to take full control. She continued to pull on her bikini, wanting David to want her, wanting him to fight for her. But he kneeled in front of her, tears filling his eyes. The torture was becoming unbearable for him and that was what she wanted. He was now shaking and bowed his head as he sobbed heavily.

At this moment, Shawn knew the torture worked and was ready to leave this man to soak in his dreadful, pathetic life. Shawn looked at Deborah, realizing she was smiling at David's pain. As if it also brought her pleasure.

"Debz.... A think him get enough medicine. Ready to go back to the car now?" He reached out hoping she would take his hand. His heart started to race, doubting she was ready.

"Yea.. Let's go." She turned, pulling Shawn to her side.

"Wait..." David begged.