Never Satisfied: A New Orleans Tale

Prologue

"Hello," was the only thing I could think to say as I waited impatiently in a chair that my arms and legs were tied to. Something was affixed over my eyes so tight that it felt like a second skin.

Tiny beads of sweat dripped down my face as I restlessly tried to wriggle out of the restraints.

"Is anyone there?" I mustered up the courage to ask when I heard what sounded like someone stepping in my direction and in response I heard an echo of laughter. "Let me go!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, pissed that I was on the receiving end of some twisted prank.

Right then a man with malice resounding in his voice growled, "Shut the fuck up, you conniving ass bitch!" To add emphasis to his statement, he landed a powerful slap upon my cheek. The force of the blow caused my head to turn and I felt a stream of blood trickle from the corner of my mouth.

At that moment all the rage that was brewing inside me suddenly vanished and fear took its place.

"Mook, gag this bitch and tell that nigga to come down here so we can go!" A guy with a much harsher tone barked.

Heavy footsteps trekked their way over to me and I tried to remain calm as the dude I figured to be Mook leaned in to place a long strip of tape across my mouth. He reeked of musk and alcohol.

As he readjusted my blindfold, I stole a quick glimpse. He was slender, bald, and onyx colored and by the way that he was stooped over me, I could tell that he was really tall. He didn't look that harmful, but I could see the killer inside him hidden within his eyes.

"Roscoe, hit that mu'fucka up and tell them hurry up," Mook jeered as he walked up a flight of stairs and exited through a door, slamming it loudly behind him.

When I heard that, I lost it. I became hysterical, struggling to yank my hands and legs free and screaming for help as loud as I could although the tape muffled my pleas.

Abruptly I was silenced, receiving a blow to my face that felt like it shattered the bone in my nose into tiny fragments. Inaudibly I cried as he continued to beat me for what seemed like forever.

"Damn nigga, you started without me huh?" Mook's cynical voice uttered while descending from the staircase.

"This bitch was making too much noise man," Roscoe replied after striking me once more for good measure.

"Well, I spoke to ol' girl and she said they on their way now, but she said just hold her down 'til they make it. She wants to be the one to do the job," Mook told him.

"Well I don't know about y'all, but I'm not 'bout to sit here and wait for them mu'fuckas to get here," a malevolent voice emerged. I don't know what it was about his voice, but I was officially scared shitless.

"Say nigga, let me see your piece," he continued.

"For what? I just told you..."

Cutting Mook off Roscoe told the stranger, "Go look in my car under the driver's seat."

A few minutes after listening to the humming and buzzing of the garage door's motor as it opened, I felt the sting of cold steel press against my temple.

"I'm 'bout to have some fun with this little bitch right quick." The unfamiliar voice announced as he removed the gun from the side of my head and untied me. On instinct I grabbed my wrist, trying to assess how bad the rope burns were.

When he told me to lie on the floor, I wasted no time lowering myself onto the cold, concrete floor. The moment my back pressed against the floor, he removed my blindfold and my eyes met his deadly stare.

"If you move I'ma kill you right the fuck now!" He showed me the nine-millimeter equipped with a silencer and I nodded, showing him that I would cooperate.

He then proceeded to straddle me and rip my dress open. As he pulled my bra down to divulge my breasts, he ran his hand up and down my thigh. While trying to nudge my legs open, he placed his mouth on my breast, nearly devouring it. Mortified, I tried to hold back my tears and think of a way to safety.

I looked to my right and by the staircase I saw Mook staring at me and when I turned to the left I saw a tall, light skinned man watching over by the wall.

Roscoe.

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed the garage door slightly ajar.

"Peanut, man make that hoe suck yo' dick son," Roscoe suggested while laughing.

The guy that I now knew as Peanut commenced to unfasten his belt with both hands, obviously concurring with his friend. I saw the gun lying on the floor beside him.

"Yeah I'ma make this bit..."

I seized the opportunity and, with everything in me, I pushed Peanut off of me and kicked the gun nearly all the way across the room.

My heart was racing as the adrenaline kicked in as I made a break for the garage door. Just a few feet away from freedom, I stopped dead in my tracks. The pain erupting within my stomach wouldn't allow me to go any further.

I winced in agony, clutching my stomach while a warm liquid slowly began to escape from my body. I looked down at the sight of blood painting the palms of my hands and everything went black as I collapsed to the floor.