Laced

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Nambitha Zungu

“Thank you for bringing her home safely.” he’s brushing my head and kissing my forehead gently.
“I know a very good psychologist that she can attend, she needs to deal with this.” it’s a pity I’m heavily sedated, I can’t even speak because I would tell them where to get off.
She gave me these strong pills, I feel heavy, I can’t even move, but thing is, I can’t seem to fall asleep.
“I’ll talk to her about it when she’s okay. I know she won’t appreciate it if I go behind her back.” he knows me too well.
They continue to discuss me as Muzi walks her out. They would have made an amazing couple had they been together. She’s short, just the perfect height for him. Unlike me, I’m a tall girl, and I like my heels. When I stand next to Muzi, I can look him dead in the eyes.
I have a little more movement power when he waltzes back into the room. He has a spring in his step, and he looks happy. I know I’m drowsy but I’m not an idiot. He’s head over heels for this girl.
He comes to sit next to me on the bed and rubs my head.
“How are you feeling now?” I raise my thumb to show him.
I’m extremely calm, so calm it's impossible to panic.
“What happened?” he can’t ask me such a vague question when he knows I can’t speak.
“Jama, he was there…I saw him…” it’s as if my voice is gone.
“I thought the police shot him. Bastard survived. I’m sorry you had to see him. I think for the next two days you just need to stay at home and take it easy.” I have so many things I need to tell him.
Firstly, I need to bite his head off for what happened to me in the morning, that was absolutely embarrassing. Secondly, he’s fucking other women in his office during the time where he is supposed to be working towards getting our riches back, and most importantly, I remember what happened that day I passed out.
“Get some rest, I’ll tell Immaculate to make you food and you will eat when you wake up.” he kissed my forehead again.
Let me try to get some sleep.
*
Hey! I can walk again. This feels amazing. I make my way down the stairs to the kitchen; my stomach is so empty. I waited and waited for him to bring the so-called food that would be made for me.
He’s in the kitchen, shirtless. His back is facing away from me. His chocolate skin is glistening, it’s as if he used oil to moisturize it.
“Baby.” I go and hug him from behind.
He smells amazing, the smell of nicotine. He turns around and cups my cheeks.
“I was about to bring your food.” I look up into his eyes and smile at him.
He smiles back, graciously so, with his pearly white teeth, I love him so much, I really do.
He leans in and captures my lips in a soft gentle kiss, it feels like I’m floating on a cloud. He’s so gentle, he’s taking his time with me, even the taste of nicotine on his lips is not bothering.
He pushes me against the counter and lightly caresses my thigh with his rugged hands. He proceeds to lift me up onto the counter and his hands play around my inner thigh. My hands are dancing on his back, caressing his soft skin.
His hands start fondling with my clit, and I begin to fall apart under his touch. He’s being gentle, exploring the crevices of my body like he has never done before.
“Give it to me Nkululeko.” I moan in his mouth.
He parts my thighs, and he finds a comfortable position before he positions himself to enter my sacred place.
My nails dig into his skin as he gradually begins to fill me up.
“Mmmmh…” it feels like home, it feels right.
*
“Nams, wake up.” he’s kissing my face.
His lips are so soft. I flutter my eyes and I almost jump out of my skin when my eyes meet with a light skinned bruised face instead of the dark skinned one, I was making out with in my dream.
“What’s wrong?” I sit right up.
He’s dressed for work. How long was I asleep?
“What time is it?” confusion is dressing my face.
My mind is at war.
“6am. You didn’t wake up last night and I let you because you were heavily sedated.” okay but how did I fucking dream of my abuser making love to me?
And I was enjoying it! That’s the worst part. Nothing makes sense to me, it doesn’t. I can’t get it out of my head, it’s dominating my thoughts, I can still feel his hands on my skin, how he was holding me, the burn of his skin on mine.
“Muzi kiss me.” I probe.
He looks confused.
“Touch me, kiss me.” I grab his hand on put it where Nkululeko had his, where I can still feel the burn.
It doesn’t feel the same, his is cold. He brings his lips closer to mine and he starts to kiss me, but in a hurried manner. It’s a struggle to get his tongue down my throat, it doesn’t feel as special as it did in my dream.
But I’ve awoken a beast, and he’s pushing me back on the bed, he wants more.