Cessation

Tremaine The Devil; Last Part.

Cheryl's Point Of View

Placing my hands up in front of me, I watched Trey unbutton his pants. "Okay, okay-...Trey, let's not do this..." I told him as I took a few steps back. He took steps towards me and stared me down intensely.

"Let's not do what? Cheryl, you should've known this was gonna happen the moment I dragged your boy toy out this damn hallway!" He told me harshly. "You don't know how to abide by the rules, do you?" He asked.

I shook my head and continued to cry. This was a situation I never wanted to be in. Being alone in a room with Trey, I never know what's gonna happen.

"He's not my boy you and I only obey people who deserve respect. You don't deserve any..."

He instantly started laughing. Next, I watched as he started to pull his pants down. Finally, he stepped out of them and left them on the floor. "I don't deserve any?" He asked with a hearty chuckle that sent chills down my spine because of how much oddness it held.

"Y-...Yes, you don't," I told him as I stood there looking at him.

"And why don't I? You wanna tell me?" He asked as he placed both of his hands on his hips and continued staring me down. Sometimes his eyes would leave mines and explore the sheet around my body. Other times, he'd stare at my lips while I spoke and he'd lick his own in the process; he wanted me.

I shrugged my shoulders and fluttered my eyes a bit. Next, I reached up with my right hand and started wiping the tears from my face. Before I could speak, he cut me off.

"I don't know. I really don't care about your answer but what I do care about in this moment is you taking that sheet off. I wanna see what's underneath it," he said with a smile. That's when I tightened it around my body some and took yet another step back. He slightly laughed. "It's not like I haven't see it before, Cheryl. I just wanna...get a good look, you know what I mean? Is that birthmark still there?" He asked me. I didn't say anything but instead, I just stared at him. He gently squinted his eyes at me. "I'm sure it is. I'm sure Tony and Shemar know exactly where it is because I know that I do. Rigggghttt on the inside of your right thigh. I've ate there before, so I remember..." he said with another laugh.

I sighed at his humor that made me uncomfortable.

He then cleared his throat and looked down at the floor. "So uhm, you do know that either way it goes, something is gonna happen tonight, right? And while your boyfriend is down there getting his ass beat? You and I will be up here getting even more intimate with each other..."

"Trey, you—"

"I what?" He asked me in a rush. I found frustration back in his face and his voice.

Thats when I placed my hands over my face and tried my best not to cry. Even though I knew it was gonna happen anyways.

"Ah, there you go- crying and shit again. I'm surprised the pretty boy hasn't beat that shit out of you because if I were him- I would. Is that what you do with him all the time? Cry?" He asked me. I kept my hands over my face but seconds later, I pulled them away. "Nah, I bet when it comes to him? You'll gladly take your clothes off and get on your knees, huh? It's something about him that you love so damn much and I don't know why. You even cheated on your own husband for him...damn. I'm sure the dick wasn't that good! But from the looks of it, you love you some him..."