Claydel Vail Jenner is a 36 year old Kittitian woman who has lost her family in a tragic accident.
Coping with her lost she finds her self Fallen victim at the hands of her late husband's Mistress
and his work partner. Clay fled to the city of At...
Clay's heart sped up after asking her what had happen to have caused those scars
on her inner thigh. I can hear and feel her heart thumping like a scared rabbit.
She has been quiet now for a while and the anticipation is killing me.
"Clay?" I call to her in a whisper looking up at her. Clay look down at me with fear and
sadness hidden behind her eyes. She then close her eyes and drew in a deep breath.
"Xavier's funeral took about an hour."Clay starts. My eyes flutter with confusion clearly present on my face.
what did that have to do with what I had asked? Clay continues" His partner sat at de opposite side of me, facing me, his eyes never left me. It was uncomfortable and inappropriate but a quickly dismissed it. At de end of de funeral he placed a single white rose on de coffin before dey lowered it."
I sip my drink paying close attention to what Clay is saying.
"When a got home and took out my keys to open de door someone grabbed me from behind wid their hand covering my mouth and pushed me into de house shutting de door and slamming my back against it. He was den right up in my face. Kain, my husbands partner.A was frozen wid fear. My whole body shaking when he push him self up on me, a couldn't breath. He lean in an whispered 'Your mine now. He's not here any more.' A almost piss me self. De way he say it, I knew what he wanted. So a mustered up enough courage to knee him in he nuts and tried to run when he double over in pain."
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"Did you get away?" I ask hopeful that she did. Clay shook her head and her eyes glaze over." He grab me by me hair and slammed my head into de wall. My body fell limp on de floor. I was still recovering from de accident so I could not take much, a couldn't move."
My eyes press tightly shut knowing what she is about to say next. Her voice begins to shake with almost every word.
Feeling her pain, I grew angry. Angry that she has suffered so much.
"He stood over me unzipping his pant, telling me every thing he was going to do to me before he got on top of me. like rag doll I just laid there, unable to lift a finger. Every sound he made, de scent of his skin, De way he breath in my face, dese where things dat haunted me for years. But what he said a can never forget. He was right, you do have a sweet pussy." Clay mocks Kain's voice in disgust.
My body shivers as her words flash images into my mind.
"when he was done he took out a knife from his pocket, then spread my legs apart again and said 'Dis is mine now and in case u ever forget a gon leave u wid a lilsumting to remind u.' bastard."
Clay looks down at her thigh and pull her boxer up to show the scars." He carved his initials into me. K.M. Kain Miles. He licked de blood from the knife and my thigh smiling at me. He was about to carve into my other thigh when his phone rang, it was a song from Adel De, same tune a heard some creepy guy whistling at a bar the other night-"
