A Dancehall Story- Book 10 Part 2

Chapter 24 - Reverie

Stacy's POV

He stopped the video and my heart must have stopped beating at the same time. I wish I could take it back now.

Say it's a lie now... Stacy?

Is he breathing?

Am I breathing?

"Repeat wah yuh just seh."

Oh, he's alive. Thank god.

"I don't want to repeat it because it's not something I am proud of," I said and he started laughing.

"Stacy, you slept with the man I hired and paid to do work for you?"

"Yes, just like how you slept with the lady you hired to do work for you."

He placed his hand around my throat and pulled my head back to him, I closed my eyes and accepted my fate.. again.

"Yuh better can prove this cause yuh see if a lie yah tell mi aguh make sure yuh never talk again."

So, there is now winning in this?

"Can you let me go please?"

"I'm going to send for David Bryant and I promise you, I'm going to kill you and him and bury unuh inna mi back yard."

"Ok, shoot yourself after and drop inna the hole with us. I've always wanted a threesome."

I felt his hand getting tighter around my throat but he was also getting weaker mentally and that's what I wanted.

"Yuh want me to put you out of your misery?"

"Something like that. Yuh see how Sitra bounced on your cock in that video? David had me over his shoulder with his face in my pus—"

I grunted as he squeezed my throat but I wouldn't accept defeat, once I did, I'm dead. "Stop fucking with me, Stacy."

"I haven't fucked you in months, mi not even sure my pussy still good but David said it was"

He released me and I could finally breathe. I used my free hand to rub my neck while he got off the bed and started looking around the room.

I tried pulling my hand from the cuff but it hurt so I gave up. He was throwing stuff all over the room. He would have to die first before I asked what he was looking for.

"Weh you phone deh?" he asked, looking mad and out of breath.

"I don't know where it is."

He lifted his gun and pointed it at me. "Yuh feel mi a play wid yuh? Weh the fucking yuh deh?"

"Under the bed, pull me so I can go under there for it."

He lowered the gun and jumped onto the bed and grabbed my neck. "Stacy, yuh fuck dah man deh?"

Him nuh hear well?

"Yuh deaf?"

Dirt enuh, just dirt.

We locked eyes and when I couldn't take it anymore I closed mine. All I could feel was his breath on my face and his finger boring into my skin.

"I don't believe you," he whispered against my cheek the kissed me.

He got off the bed once more and started searching again. Right now I wasn't even sure where the phone was.

"Where are my children?"

"With dem step mother, my Russian Princess. Weh yuh phone?"

"Yuh need it to call their step father?" I asked. He looked at me while holding my panty.