Memoirs of A Queen

Phase 10, Call Me Crazy

Daley's character had to be changed for copyright reasons also. Basically to protect myself from the owner of those previous pictures. Therefore, I present to you the new Daley in the mm. Thee Chrisette Michele.

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The live version of Erykah Baddu's Tyrone spilled out of the mounted surround sound speakers and into the room, staining it. Daley danced and danced around. Oh how she sung her shrill heart out.

The room was enclosed with darkness because of the sealed black curtains. The only thing that gave off a form of light was the lit tip of Daley's sickly cigar. She took two puffs from it, back to back, with her eyes squinted. She then let out a long line of white smoke that dispersed into a camouflaged cloud of the clouded room. Rubbing her thumb against the rustling mustache of Dikoita , she admired him with disgust. Not disgust as in nasty, but disgust as in disappointment.

She then pulled her covers down off of him, to his waist, and ferociously dragged the lit end of the cigar all across Dikoita's chest. He screamed himself out of a deep slumber. "What the fuck bra" he pushed Daley's hand before realizing it was Daley. His eyes bulged. He thought that the events that transpired over the last few days was only a dream but this new perception of his harsh reality at the moment stated otherwise.

Daley grabbed the remote for the speakers, lowering the volume. Her eyes never left Dikoita though, her lips turned up in the corners. Once it was completely silent, she hissed repeatedly. "Tusssk, tusssk, tusssk" she shook her head at him. She attempted to sit on the bed to talk to him but Dikoita scrambled to the other corner of the bed with a pounding heart.

"Don't come near me you crazy bitch" he yelled. It takes a lot for a macho man like Dikoita to be scared, but right now scared was most definitely an understatement.

Daley was amused.

"I like that... crazy bitch Daley. Fits seamlessly doesn't it" she said back. She fancied that this was an enjoyable mind game.

He looked her dead in her orbs, hoping to figure out what was the matter with her, but he came up short. Daley was a master when it came to masking her deepest, darkest secrets , so no one ever came close to figuring her out. She just stared back at him, bland in the face. She didn't blink not once and to freak him out, she made her left eye seem as though it was having a spasm.

Dikoita's jaw dropped and he shook his head vigorously. "Fuck that, I'm taking my ass home." He attempted to get out of the bed. As his large feet hit the bare floor, he heard a rough jingle. Once he looked down, he pretended to faint again. He laid as still as pond water, on the bed. Daley still watched him but paid him no mind. Moments passed by making him open one eye to see if she had left yet, but still she sat in her original seat.

He gave up the act, pushing himself straight up. "What the fuck is this" he whined pointed to his ankle with opened fists.

Daley shrugged her shoulders. "Just a friendly reminder that you're not going any where. You are mines now. Just like everything else, I own you" said her.

He hopped up and began knocking his foot against the bed post, freeing himself from the rusty chains and shackles. Daley's blood pressure heightened. She shot up as Dikoita made a dash for it and as soon as his hand touched the door knob of her grand door, a bullet hole was made two inches away from his hand. Removing his hand from the door knob, he turned around to see a shot gun laying in Daley's hands.