"Oh, baby!" The unknown but so familiar voice moaned.
"Go faster, oh God!" The voice screamed once again.
With every step I took my hand tightened into a fist.
'Please God don't let that be what I think it is. '
The banging got louder and so did the screaming and grunting.
"Lord forgive me for what I'm about to do." I whispered.
Pulling the gun from my waist line of my jeans.
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My hand was placed firmly on the knob as I twisted it to open the door.
Tears wanted to seep out of my eyes at the sight before me.
There lay my Husband with his Dick inside my sister. Both panting and moaning in pleasure.
My tears and heart both fell. My heart was shattered into a thousand pieces.
My vanilla boy.
My sister did this to me. My husband did this to me. How could you?
How could you both?
You lied, you said you loved me... I love you.
She saw me at the door and a smirk was placed on her lips as she mouthed "He's mines."
She closed her eyes in pure bliss thinking that I would go away, but I didn't.
The Gun rose and my finger was pressed against trigger.
"I love you, but you messed with the wrong bitch."
Boom.
Boom.
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