Married to the Devil Til Death Do Us Part

The Preparation

It was my twenty-first birthday at a party being thrown in my honor by one of my female cousins, where I would spark the flame between Brittany and myself. Drunk and high off so many different substances it would take the rest of this tale to list, I watched her come in with a group of her flunkies. She was in some new confrontation with another female that was both nameless and faceless to me. I didn't want my party ruined by some senseless act and approached her to put a stop to it before it could jump off entirely.

Brittany, knowing how I felt about her, reacted in the predictable manner. Showing that she could be tough even when standing in the face of ghetto royalty, defied my order to stand down. Me being king of the streets I ran, couldn't allow her to show such blatant disrespect before my guests. I decided it was time to show her who was boss around these parts. While she was mouthing off about not being told what to do, I laughingly gave her face a light shove and told her exactly what I wanted to do to her. "Shut up. I'll fuck the shit out of you and send you home to yo' weak ass baby daddy." It was true as far as my goal for her went. I had no further use for her than that at the present time. Of course, she couldn't just let that go.

Brittany balked at the insult and slapped me across the face. "You ain't gone do shit to me, mother fucker." She glared at me wagging her finger in my face. Instantly the pride of battle ready lionesses in my wake rallied up in my defense, but she understood that I wouldn't allow them to truly harm her. She stood her ground, but just barely. Ready to cop deuces if I but gave the slightest signal for even one of my pack to exact justice on her.

See, for all her boasting and bragging, everything Brittany did was an act. When I look back on all the fights and disputes she was ever involved in, not one of them had ever been so much as a real challenge for her. Fighting half frightened school girls who feared suspension when she didn't give a shit about grades or anything else, was nothing but attention hoarding for her. Attacking much smaller and unprotected people when she had a backing to rival anyone they could ever turn to for help, was just more fodder for her shaky reputation. What all of us true street fighters knew, and Brittany herself, was that everything she ever did was but for show.

Not so, for the women at my back, not in the least were my very protective four sisters, who would destroy heaven and hell at my bidding. They, all four, were inherently honed clean through to the bone with soldier's spirits by our warrior parents, trained in the arts of hand to hand combat by our undefeated fighter father, and raised and reared by our Goddess of war mother, who herself, encompassed the heart of the most ferocious lion. The women I surrounded myself with were true warriors. Not one of them would have hesitated a second to take Brittany down and never break stride in doing so.

I didn't have the heart to allow her destruction just yet. I wanted to be the one to break her when the time came. I simply laughed off the minor offense and called my defenses down. I could see the fear in her eyes and knew exactly what she was truly made of in that instant. It would be nothing to turn her into the meek little mouse that she actually was in front of everyone. But, I let her go, unscathed.

Brittany felt empowered by her bold act, having just defied the king and living to tell about it. It was her golden moment, the one real act that she would carry like a torch for the remainder of her street life. She still talks about it to this day. If she never carried out one more courageous act as long as she lived, that one would be enough to throw in the face of any adversary and have them backing away at the thought of their own demise.

I knew very well what I had just given her. Knew too, that at any moment of my choosing, I could just as easily snatch it away from her. It still amuses me, how much she thought she had accomplished all on her own.

We went our separate ways after that night, Brittany, to try to find anyone who could oppose me, and me, to go on living my ghetto fabulous life of street level success and prosperity. I would hear rumors of how she would try to pit one man or another against me, always to her detriment, and smile at her efforts. We would cross paths at some point or other and she would mention the defeat in a round-about way and give me my due props for coming out on top, yet again.

After many years and starting families of our own, Brittany finally recognized what I've known all along. Her only safe option was to stop trying to defeat me and succumb to my will. Oh, the realization didn't come to her without much animosity and anger, but it did come. With all her fake and pretend power, she was no match for my very real and masterful strength.

One shining problem came along with the life of opposing the king. Brittany had become relentless in her quest. She had shaken all pretenses of kindness or even companionability. Her only characteristics were manipulation and deceit. Everyone who knew her, knew not to trust her. Her lies were heard throughout the streets, her demonic qualities for self-preservation were unmatched by any other woman walking the earth. She was legendary for being a self-serving bitch who would double cross her own mother if it meant the tiniest gain for herself. Not even her own children were exempt from her dirty schemes to get what she wanted.

Even knowing all this, it still sparked something in me to collar this wild beast when we met up once again, in a mutual setting several years later.

When I first spoke to her, it was honestly just to say hello and maybe learn of her latest trick to bring about my demise. But Brittany had learned from her many failed attempts and had other plans brewing. She surprised me when she offered me her phone number and asked me to call her later. I had to weigh the good and bad in that. On the one hand, I had an opening to put forth my idea of taming her. One the other, was always the threat of having a viper in my bed.

Still, fairly young and strong, I figured I would be able to take on the task and be successful in the way that all before me had fallen. And Brittany had failed many a good man before me. Some of which had even gained a small portion of my respect. But I was determined to be the victor in the face of all who would doubt it could be done.

Yes, I knew she was a bi-sexual whore, a liar, a master manipulator and deceiver, so, you could say, I went into this thing with my eyes wide open. I never dreamed it would be easy to accomplish what I was about to set out to do, but I never could have imagined how much it would cost me in the end.

So, I began my dance with the devil, playing my game of cat and mouse. I'd strike then she'd strike back. I would always leave her wanting more than she could ever have. I never tried to hide the fact that there were women lined up to be with me, and I never tried to stop her from having her fun either. Our nights together were not so much passionate as they were gladiator games of who could outmatch the other. It all made for some very interesting times together. But, when I finished toying with her, I would simply walk away and let her pine for me over the next few flings I would flaunt in her face. The few peons she would choose to spend her time with made me laugh. We both knew none of them could ever be any real competition for me. But, the bad ass bitches I rode with, would bring tears to her eyes every single time.

It got to the point where I was her only focus. She gave up trying to win me over through challenging me. She was hooked, but I was still playing the game. She eventually got a place and called it ours, but I would frequent her bed as much as any other woman I wanted to be with. She could do naught but sit there and take it. It was the way of the king. I knew I was hurting her, but it was all part of the process. If I was to bend her to my hand, I had to tear her down first. Get all that pride and defiance out of her.