Tortured - Jaele

|| Chapter Nineteen ||

Riele -

I open my eyes and immediately squint at the glare of sunlight falling across my face from the window. The sheets feel cool on my feet, but warm on the bare skin of my upper body. I'm tangled in them, like a tiny brown mouse caught in a trap. Beside me, I don't feel anything. No pressure or added warmth. Jace must be gone. I sat up slowly and rubbed the blurriness from my eyes. I feel like I've slept all day, but when I look over at the digital clock on the nightstand the numbers are changing from 9:00 am to 10:00. I sigh and pull my knees up, turning my head to look at the almost aerial view of New York City out of the window. It felt good to be away from him. To think for myself. Everything seemed simple when I was by myself. The bed was empty, and I was glad for that. But now, I wondered what things were going to be like when he let me go. How my mom and Reiya were going to react. Ella and Maeve, I felt a child-like grin stretch over my lips as I slipped out of bed and into the bathroom. I guess my life isn't doomed to hell after all.

Jace -

She's awake. I hear the shower running and smile, right on time. I'm leaning against the counter in the kitchen with a steaming mug of coffee in my left hand, and my phone in my right. Breakfast should be here any minute. I would have cooked, but I was too anxious to focus on one main thing at a time. Last night had been on my mind since I woke up at five. Several hours of electric heat, and satisfaction. It was a feeling I didn't want to leave the essence of my body. The doorbell rang. My coffee mug clattered against the counter as I walked over to the front door and opened it.

"Jace Norman?"

"That's me."

The UPS worker handed me a clipboard and a pen to sign my name on the dotted line of a package receipt.

"Have a good day, sir."

"Thanks,"

I picked the box up and closed the door behind myself after the guy had turned away. Riele came from the bedroom with her curly hair wet and a big smile on her face.

"What's that?"

She asked, she had her dress and her shoes in her hands looking just about ready to go.

"None of your business."

I replied and her smile faltered a little bit but she shrugged as if it didn't mattered and opened her mouth to say something.

"Don't move, and stay right there."

I cut her off and carried the box to the kitchen. I was going to use my fingernails ro rip it open but after digging around in the drawers I found a butcher knife and sliced the top open. The lapels flapped open, displaying about 20 boxes of Verbena. I picked up one of the boxes and ran my fingertips over the smooth label. 100 pink pills of female Viagra. I ripped the package open and dumped 2 capsules worth of pink dust into my coffee mug. The I hid the little box in the bigger one and I shoved the whole thing under the counter.

"Hey, angel face! Get in here!"

I called for her, the spoon I was using to stir the mixture clattered against the sides of the ceramic mug. Riele walked in and looked at me.

"Yes?"

"I made you a coffee... Before we get going."

I slid the mug over to her and grinned as she hesitantly picked it up.

"Um, thanks... Are you coming with me?"

When she took the first sip, I licked my lips and felt the hair standing up on the back of my neck. She took another sip, keeping her eyes steady on mine.

"Of course."

"But-"

"Let me explain something to you first."

She set the mug down on the counter and wiped the back of her mouth with her hand. I was just going to have to be satisfied with the mug being half empty.

"When you go home, you can tell the cops, you can tell your mom, and your sister, and your little friends about me, but I'm Jace Norman."

I slowly walked around the counter to her and stopped when my lips were right beside her ear and she was nearly flinching at the sound of my voice.

"There isn't anything they can do to stop me, trust and believe that angel. My ex wife has tried many times, and she's failed. There 's nothing anyone can do to get rid of me, so I want you to think long and hard about the story you're gonna tell them."

Riele turned to look at me, I felt her leaning into my direction. Her lips were slightly parted as she looked down at mine. She must have been feeling the effect of the pills, because her eyes were dilated and the look of pure lust was burning in her brown eyes.

"You got me?"

I whispered, brushing my finger down her cheek gently. She nodded slowly.

"Yes,"

She replied faintly, her tongue ran across her upper lip as she took a small breath. It smiled, because it was very amusing to watch. Finally, she's getting what it feels like. To inflame with the urge to fuck the brains out of someone. Wrapped in a moment of blistered silence she looked into my eyes, practically begging for me to grab her. To lift her up onto the counter and rip her clothes off before driving our souls together with reckless abandon. But I slid away from her and left the kitchen with her heart in my back pocket.

"Let's go, wouldn't want your family to worry a minute more."

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