Luther has ambitions of breaking the tough spirit of Brittany long before he realizes that some spirits are best left alone. Even after many warnings that this is a dangerous idea, Luther finds the challenge worth exploring. As he sets out to tear...
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Brittany Lowe was no one's prime choice for me as a mate, but I thought it would be one hell of a challenge to tame the woman everyone deemed untamable. My goal was simple. Make her fall head over heels in love with me, and she would bend to my will with little to no effort from me at all. Little did I know, she lacked any capacity to love anyone or anything besides herself.
My name is Luther Alexander Markle, and this is my story of being married to the devil.
I first met Brittany when we were both in high school. She was a tough girl who hung with a very tough crowd. That wasn't a bother for me, since the crowd I hung with was one of the toughest in town. Brittany stood out in our class not just because she was already six feet tall in the tenth grade and outweighed the heaviest guy on the football team by at least twenty pounds, but she was loud and obnoxious to everyone in the school, with absolutely no exceptions. Even people who called themselves her friends considered her hard to tolerate.
Brittany was by no stretch exceptionally beautiful, but she did have a pretty honey brown complexion and lovely long dark brown hair that she wore in a long rope of a braid hanging down the center of her back. She said it was safer kept that way, so it couldn't be grabbed in the many fights she was prone to be in on any given day. I watched a few of her battles in awe of the way she took on all challengers, be they male or female, with a no fear attitude. I can't say I witnessed her lose very many, but that only made her more desirable to me. A woman who can take care of herself is definitely a plus.
Brittany never showed much interest in my advances, at first. I chalked this up to the many rumors that she liked women as well as men and there isn't a feminine bone in my body. It was so much fun tempting her though.
I can recall a time when she visited my place with a guy I had grown up with. I envied him that he was chosen by her to spend private time with, but I didn't let that deter me in my quest to make her mine. They visited on the pretext of having to speak with my then girlfriend, Shannon. Shannon had a tendency to talk way above her defense level. Apparently, in this case, her words had offended Brittany in some way.
Shannon tried to stand strong in the face of an inevitable beat down, but street code decreed that I not interfere and let her fight her own battle. I ignored the request Brittany proposed to Shannon that day, that she go into the bedroom with her and they make things right. Shannon was a straight female and wouldn't be forced to do anything against her will.
Brittany then proceeded to drag Shannon from our place by her hair and throw her around in our front yard of mostly dirt, very little grass. Shannon was able to get in a few good blows before Brittany snatched her up and dropped her on her head, leaving her a crumpled whimpering mess on the dusty lawn. My old friend and I shared a few beers during the ordeal and slapped hands and bid each other later, once it was all over and done.
I watched Brittany walk away with a smile plastered on my face. Shannon was of no real concern to me. I was mostly with her because she had her own apartment that I could have friends over and drink as much as I wanted to. She was old enough to get us alcohol and we appreciated her contribution to the group. I went back inside and let her collect herself enough to come back in and join me. I had the decency to allow her to clean herself up before I demanded she cook dinner for me. She was more than willing to do whatever she could to please me and I took full advantage of that. Shannon had no hope of ever capturing my heart, she was fully aware that she was on borrowed time with me and savored every second of it.
I left school after my tenth year, but Brittany and I frequented many of the same spots since we were both extremely street savvy. I never missed her for very long before our paths would cross again at some mutual friend's house or street party. We would share light conversation at some of these venues and ignore each other entirely at others. We were both wise enough to know, even then, that we were the other's nemesis.
