"Mommy?" I look around, "where are you?" I shout, searching frantically around the house.
"Mommy's not here", a voice in the darkness replies, turning in her chair. My actions stop abruptly.
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"She just left, she'll be back later", she replies, toying my teddy with her fingers.
"I'm going to take care of you while she's gone", she says, caressing my face. She extends her arm and shakes my hand.
"Who are you?", I ask, releasing my hand from her grip.
She remains quiet. Warm brown eyes morph into dark, dilated pupils. Unanticipatedly, she grabs my face, pulling our lips together. We remain like that for a while as I try to break free from her hold. Finally letting go of my face, I wipe her cherry lipstick from my lips. With my eyes moist and an uncomfortable feeling in my pants, I build up courage to ask her again.
"Who are you? , And where is my mommy?!", I shout.
She smiles and presses a long finger to my lip, tugging it.
"Don't worry, she'll be back", she says, pinching my cheek.
"And let's just say, I'm going to give you the ride of your life"...
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Waking up with a jolt, my body is moist from my perspiration. I haven't had that type of dream in a while, but strangely enough.. it wasn't a dream, but a distant memory. A memory of Mrs..
Fuck, I'm still tied to this chair. Why can't I see jack squat? Mxm, the blindfold. The memory of last night passing in my mind. The blood, the betrayal and the bat -shit crazy girl. I wonder how she is now.
I've never seen her this angry , except the time I choked her while we were fucking. I still remember her refusing to look at me as she sat on the corner of the bed, love bites inking her beautiful, porcelain skin. Remember reaching out to pull her close to me and feeling her hand across my cheek. Bloodshot eyes met mine and at that very moment, I knew I had fucked up.
Past
"Don't fucking touch me", she said, looking at the wall.
"Who is she?", she asked unexpectedly. Fuck I'm screwed.
"Who?", I ask, trembling with fear.
"Don't make me a fool. You know damn well that you don't choke me when we're in bed, so tell me who the fuck you were thinking about!", she shouts, anger and hurt resonating in her voice.
We sit there in silence as the feeling of being caught registers in my mind. How could i be so stupid? Of course she doesn't like it, we've been through this before. My thoughts are paused by her standing up from the corner of the bed, turning to face me.
