Bayou Pétain (Currently Re-Editing)

The Realization

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       Victorine looked in the mirror. Her medium length black hair a little messy, but still glamorous. She thought of Hadrien and their wild night together...

       After the whole melodrama at the funeral, Victorine needed an outlet. Hadrien Colomb would be perfect for the job. He was a masculine man, 5ft.11 but still his powerful aura shone through. He wore his 50 in. dreadlocks in a ponytail. Victorine smiled and began to chat him up. Long time he had wanted her, but respect and fear overpowered his lust. His father, Kalan Colomb once had a steamy affair with Victorine's mother, Jeraina Faye. Oh, what a scandal it was: The Colomb family was a proud one..and with Kalan being married to Eva Dell Parks, the most prettiest girl in her day, things got ugly. Eva Dell caught them in bed together and attacked Jeraina Faye, but her anger got the best of her and she grabbed her husband's gun.

    A tussle went on between the two women, and the gun went off, hitting Kalan in the chest. Hadrien was seven years old when his father died. Eva Dell couldn't live with the fact that her husband cheated on her, plus the fact that she had a hand in his death. She saw the vision of her Kalan, pouncing up and down into that wretched bitch Jeraina Faye, and it was too much for her. She emptied a bottle of scotch down with a bottle of sleeping pills, thus ending her own life, and abandoning little Hadrien.     TonTon MaCootre, an elderly man then, took the child in and raised him along with his wife, Mrs. Cecile. Hadrien grew into a fine young man, and was taught to be the family drummer at eight.

    Victorine lavished the thought of making Hadrien hers...her last "friend" Marcellus had nearly ruined her. He was a descendant of Maître Sesaint , a once powerful seer from the old days. Marcellus loved the power, and he loved the pull it brought him. He ran several businesses in town, plus he had the most delicious weed ever. Victorine was but a mere notch in his belt. They had a steamy tryst from time to time, but she wanted more. She wanted to matter to someone, to him. She secretly lighted pink candles for him, took long, hot baths in Love Dust, and even made a grisgris bag with a piece of his toenails, his hair, and a piece of his underwear she snipped while he was asleep once.

     Now it's well known that when you meddle with one's will, bad things can fall on you. Very bad things. One day, when Victorine had tried a final attempt to bag Marcellus, these bad things took place. He would be arriving later, and she wanted to look her best. She wore a sexy black cowl- necked dress. She laid out a scrumptious meal of broiled lobster tails with melted butter, king- sized shrimp, and steak cooked to perfection. Blue cheese dressing, sauteed asparagus, sour cream mashed potatoes, and homemade garlic rolls accompanied. Bottle of Merlot chilling. She did the damn thing. Marcellus would be pleased.

     Or so she thought. Time was flying and hide nor hair of Marcellus had been seen yet. Victorine sauntered around to the window and looked out. She could see Kiara, the neighborhood wench. She was bent over showing all her ass, talking to someone in a Lexus just like Marcellus... Lo and behold, it was Marcellus! All this time she was waiting and he was busy entertaining trash. She was about to go confront him outside, when he pulled off from Kiara's and pulled up to her place. He got out of his car smooth as silk and came to the door. He was handsome as ever, the bastard.

     "Hey baby! Mmmph, you looking good enough to eat!", he teased. He pulled Victorine to him roughly and kissed her hard. She broke away from him and wiped her mouth. A strange taste was there. "Don't baby me, you bastard! I did all this for you and you were with that tramp! You just couldn't keep your promise!", she yelled. Marcellus looked at her stupid. He walked over to the spread on the table, popping a few morsels into his mouth.

    " Damn baby, this some good shit!" His thoughtlessness angered her. He poured himself a glass of wine. Victorine walked up to him and slapped the glass out of his hand. " I can taste that stank bitch on you..you trifling no-good muthaf-", that's all she got out. Marcellus back hand slapped her and she fell to the floor, stunned.

  " You thought you could fix me? You stupid whore!!! I'm Marcellus Sesaint! I can have any woman I want, do anything I want to!", he screamed in her face. " Bitch, you thought you could tame me?" He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her up. Victorine was afraid of what he would do next. "You want this so bad? Well, let me give you what you want!!!" He flung her down hard on the sofa and grabbed her breasts. She screamed and slapped at his face. He only laughed at her, becoming a maniac. He reached between her legs and ripped her thongs off, leaving her exposed.

" No, no!!!!", she screamed, but he didn't care. Marcellus stuffed himself into her hard, raping her. She hadn't wanted this. She scratched at his face and he laughed, pounding harder and harder into her. They had sex before, and she knew of his vigor. She could not stop him from going deeper and deeper, splitting her insides in half. Her mind screamed obscenities as he finished ravaging her. When he came, you swore his horns had came out, the devil himself. His eyes were a strange hue, and his breathing was hard. She kicked him in his groin with her pointy heel, hard, toppling him over. She tried to run to the kitchen to get a knife, but Marcellus overpowered her. He slapped her hard once again, and she fell in the living room. Her half nude body exposed riled up the beast in him once again. He grabbed her waist from behind and pulled her to him, this time raping her anally. Victorine screamed with all she had in her, but Marcellus punched her in the back of her head with such force, she blacked out.

When Victorine came to, she was laying on her bed. Her throat was sore from screaming, her body sore from the attack. It took her awhile to understand what had happened. She tried to stand, but pain overwhelmed her. She made it into her living room. A powerful aura of wrongness hung in the air. She looked around. Her sofa pillows were thrown about, the broken wine glass shards on the floor. She couldn't believe what Marcellus had done. The bastard had nerves enough to sit down and eat his meal apparently. There were empty plates on the table.

Victorine was in a daze. Just then, her friend Dondreka, a proudly gay male who looked just as dazzling as a woman knocked at the door. " Victorine? Victorine! Come on, bitch! Open this door! Hot as fuck out yuh!" He noticed a slight crack, and pushed on the door, going inside. " Where y'at bitch?", he called, walking them long legs in. He stopped mid- stride when he saw Victorine. " Damn, bitch, you ain't hear me calling you...", he said then stopped, seeing all what happened. Dondreka was a closet seer, he had the sight. The vision of Marcellus savagely raping Victorine played out in front of him like Netflix. " Oh my God! Are you alright, darling?",he asked as he squeezed Victorine. She just sat there. " Umm, no bitch. You know what needs to be done!"
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Victorine never pressed charges on Marcellus. As a matter of fact, no one ever saw Marcellus after that. Could be a certain someone paid him a visit....
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Victorine was lost in thought. She knew she was wrong for trying to fix a man into loving her. This wouldn't be the case with Hadrien. He would grow to love her on his own . Ah, but it was wishful thinking. After the funeral, he had gone home with her. He was reluctant to go, but she looked like she needed someone. Victorine was secretly pleased. That night when they were together, they talked for hours of old family secrets, and just everything. He was so beautiful to look at. She loved his hair and that smile! His hands looked powerful. After a little wine, she coaxed him into playing for her.

He took off his shirt, revealing his abdomen. Victorine salivated. He began to pound the jimbe drum, creating sounds so raw, so primitive. Her spirit leapt forth. Victorine could feel the Kundalini rising. She moved her body to the beat, its rhythm taking over. She could not help herself. A powerful spirit took over her. Hadrien' s eyes were like fire. The spirit took him over as well, and he created such magickal music that the ancestors must be moving. Victorine wanted him. Hadrien pounded away at his drum until finally they both succumbed to the passion the spirit produced. They kissed each other hungrily, drinking each other's nectar. No words were spoken as he removed her clothing, kissing every part of her. Victorine peeled his pants off of him, and he scooped her up into his strong arms and carried her to the bedroom.

The things they did! Hadrien was blessed! Victorine was amazed at his passion. When he held her after they tired themselves, she thought, this is the one.....He was destined to be hers. The ancestors cried out. The time was coming. She would have to face her trials now that she found her king.