After being abandoned by her father, Delicious Franks turned to the streets for protection. Selling her body and doing drugs brought her temporary comfort and warmth. Delicious found herself being pimped out and selling her body off to men. Without...
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(ONE WEEK AGO)
The car roared down the road with such intensity that the surrounding trees seemed to tremble, their leaves shuddering as if caught in the wake of a powerful storm. The landscape blurred into streaks of green and gray as De'mon pushed the vehicle to its absolute limit, the speedometer climbing to a staggering 300 miles per hour. He gripped the wheel with an unflinching focus, the world outside irrelevant to his singular purpose. Delicious sat stiffly in the passenger seat, her hands clenched into fists, her rage palpable. Her lips pressed into a tight line, and her dark eyes burned with fury, a storm threatening to erupt but held in check. It looked as though she might spit blood from sheer anger, but she swallowed the words clawing at her throat.
Ahead, the grand English mansion loomed, its towering stone façade an imposing sight against the dreary gray sky. Even from miles away, the estate exuded authority and magnificence. The guards stationed at the mansion's gates sprang into action the moment De'mon's car appeared on their radar. The gates were opened well in advance, a full three miles down the winding drive, ensuring their leader's path remained unobstructed.
The sleek black car screeched into the courtyard in a deafening display of power, its tires leaving thick, black marks etched into the cobblestone. The acrid smell of burning rubber filled the air as the vehicle transitioned from an almost impossible speed to a crawl in mere seconds, the screeching of the tires cutting through the otherwise still atmosphere. By the time the car reached the mansion steps, its speed had dropped to a precise 10 miles per hour, stopping with a sudden but calculated jolt.
The mansion stood as a colossal, four-story marvel of modern architecture fused with rich African heritage. Its design was a striking blend of sleek, futuristic lines and intricate, ancient African relics and influences, creating an atmosphere that was both awe-inspiring and otherworldly.
The mansion stood as a colossal, four-story marvel, seamlessly merging cutting-edge futuristic design with the timeless grandeur of African heritage. Its imposing silhouette dominated the sprawling countryside, its size rivaling that of a traditional European palace, yet every inch of its construction was imbued with cultural resonance and technological innovation.
The exterior walls shimmered with a metallic, iridescent finish that shifted colors subtly in the sunlight, echoing the vibrant hues of African textiles. These walls were adorned with intricate geometric patterns inspired by traditional African motifs, etched with laser precision into the surface, their textures coming alive as the light played across them. Towering columns flanked the grand entrance, each sculpted to resemble elongated figures reminiscent of African tribal art, their forms modernized with smooth contours and embedded LED lighting that cast a soft, ambient glow at night.
The roof of the mansion was a masterpiece of engineering, its undulating curves mirroring the flowing forms of a savannah landscape. Solar panels disguised as intricate African beadwork covered the surface, seamlessly blending sustainability with artistry. Large, panoramic windows with a faint holographic tint stretched across the facade, offering glimpses of the ultra-modern interior while reflecting the lush greenery surrounding the estate.
