Book One | Death
Having an idea of who it was I decided to stay quiet, because if my intuition was right about whomever was on the other side of that door then he'd also be able to pick up who I am instantly.
"Eyo bitch-ass nigga I'm speaking to you. I knows you ain't gone all deaf on me now, so open this motherfucking door before I knock it down!" the deep familiar voice demanded aloud whilst banging against the stall door repeatedly!
Who the fuck does he think he is banging on the door like he own the place.
"A'ight nigga you asked for it! I'm breaking this shit down on your ass" he than said.
"NOOOO HOLD UP, IM COMING OUT!!" I then yelled opening the door to reveal myself to him.
"Aww shit...look who it is...Clay-Motherfucking Nolan" the familiar voice whom I had now matched a face to then said.
"Christopher..." I then said with an eye roll and an unhappy expression on my face.
"Don't you mean Daddy?" the tall, slim built guy with chocolate brown skin then said.
"Please don't start with that shit again" I asked.
"Why not babe? You know you like it" he said with a nasty looking smirk on his face like he had some devious thoughts running through his mind.
"Dude gi'me room." I then demanded in annoyance.
"Nah hold up you little faggot! You ain't going anywhere until I say so" he commanded with an aggressive tone this voice whilst pushing me back into the stall.
He then took another step forward and slammed the stall door shut behind him.
"Damn I'm gonna enjoy this shit!" he then said with the same devious look as before but this time it was accompanied with something else. Something darker, more sinister - intent.
He then grabbed me by my curls and threw me onto the toilet seat then stood over me as he unbuckled his belt buckle.
"NO PLEASE, CHRIS DON'T!" I pleaded for my life.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE YOU MAKE SHIT WORSE FOR YOURSELF!" he softly commanded with aggression.
After his belt had been unbuckled he then pulled out his large, dark skin, fully hardened member and smacked it across my face which had been terrified in fear.
"Now suck it for daddy!"
I then tried to speak out but no words could come out of my mouth at that moment due to the great level of fear I was feeling.
"Don't make me repeat myself or else!"
Out of fear of what he might do to me I then opened up my mouth as wide as I possible could as the time and allowed him to insert it. He then moved it deeper into my mouth which made me gag a bit.
"Fuck! Yea thats it, thats what I want. KEEP GOING!" he said in pleasure.
I then did as he requested by continuing to suck his dick in a manner that brought him pleasure. I thought it would be enough for him if I gave him what he wanted but I was wrong...
He then pulled his dick out of my mouth and when I looked up to see what was about to happen next I noticed something...
Something in his eyes...
A void of evil...
As though Satan himself had possed him and was ready to feast on my innocence...
