Unbreakable Eternal Curse

The Game of Inbetweener - Part 1

Life and death go hand in hand, so does love and hate, blessing and curse, friend and enemy, but there is always a thin line of the unknown; where you belong to neither just in-between.

This is my story of revenge. Betrayed by my lover, the man I was going to marry and live happily ever after.

This agony was pure ecstasy. My whole body was on fire and desire ran deeply in my blood. My body tightly wrapped around his never wanting to let go. He kept pounding my womanhood like there is no tomorrow. Leaving my body tired and satisfied by ripping a new orgasm one after the another as he spilt his seed deep into my childbearing wombs.

We lay down on the bed, our sweaty bodies entangled with the smile communicating silent love between us.

There was a mischief look replacing my lover's satisfied face. He got up from the bed and went to fetch something from the cabinet. He returned just to kneel on one knee in front of me. I quickly fixed myself and sat across him as he opened the ring box. My emotions were all over the face. I couldn't utter any word, praying silence would become my enemy and release from a tongue-tied spell.

'Patricia Jean O'Connell, will you do the honour of marrying me and proudly calling me as your husband for eternity?' asked excited James Scott Mallory aka The Ripper.

'Yes! A thousand times I will accept your proposal'. I shouted happily and kneel and hugged him with all my might.

This is the day; my new life begins as the pirate's wife but not an ordinary pirate. World-famous and most wanted pirate "The Ripper", but who knew my end was near betrayed by the whom I most cherished in the world.

Raucous cheering, the clang of rum-filled glasses, women flirtatious laugh combining with a thunderous storm. It was pure chaos-filled surrounding the recently engaged lovebirds. Without jealousy, there is no true chaos. My heart was filled with joy and love for my fiancée but deep down I knew something terrible would occur. Turning around to find what darkness is surrounding us. It is The Ripper's best friend and second in command William Bailey aka Cutthroat.

I caught him looking with his rage-filled lustful eyes. He was good looking but has a sinister vibe consuming him whenever he is around. His chest brown hair tied into a ponytail with his bright green-blue eyes steady on my warm brown eyes. I love James but something about William pulls me in, I feel that I am falling into a hypnotic stance. He never pursued and neither did I, but they're always hidden messages behind his looks. Then there was Arthur Dahl, he possesses a black heart leering and degrading every woman he sees. Even though I belong to James, he never stops taking his chance on me. James never bothered to look but it was William who came to rescue.

It was one of those fateful days on which William couldn't rescue me and found myself at the mercy of Death.

Standing up all day, my feet have gone numb & swollen. Looking at James, completely wasted and drinking excessively, I decided to retire to my bed early. All the excitement that occurred today has drained me. I slipped into my nightgown as I entangled my long brown, I found myself staring in the mirror. I looked different; my face showed deep sorrow. Puzzled with this image, I kept watching at it hard to decipher the meaning behind it.

'Good evening, Patricia. How are ye today?' asked Arthur.

I was startled by his sound; it made my ears bleed. His voice possesses a weird combination of nasally & screeching.

'What are you doing in my chamber? Kindly leave at once.' I pointedly inform him.

He didn't move an inch from the door frame, although his beady eyes were feeling me out. My hands were sweating and my heart rate was palpating. I hate him with all my heart.

'Arthur please leave now.' I inform him firmly.

'Why ye insist on playing such a silly game? Ye want me, don't be shy, my pretty.' speaking to me in a flirtatious manner.

'You are drunk. Leave now or I throw your dirty ass out!" I warned him. Sadly no one is here to rescue me & he is well aware of it. I became positive of his advance when he started sauntering in my safe place.

My back hit the wall when he invaded my space. He reeked of alcohol, it was so powerful it made me choke and burn my eyes. I was so distracted with that stink; I didn't put my nightdress on.

'Get your hands off me.' I screamed and slapped his face hard.

Arthur steps back due to the force of that slap. He had a thunderous look on his face, hands folded into the fist and his spine stiff making me truly terrified of him.

'You are dead, darling.' said Arthur venomously, he came at me at a lighting speed pushing me against the wall.

'Please Arthur ...' I pleaded to him. He had a death grip on my throat making it harder to breathe.

'I never understand the attention which James bestows on ye. You are not but a tramp.' He spits those words at me.

He laughed on my fruitless attempt to flap my hands around to loosen his grip on me. My right cheek burns as he slaps my face with zero sympathies.

Let's feel that pussy. A whore like you is just my type. Experience but not with fresh tight cunt of those like virgins.' remarked Arthur by leering at my body and I silently prayed to God to take my life away and grant me an instant death.

Gripping my throat tight, he pushed me on my knees and forced my mouth open for his dick.

I turned my face, which angered him more. Slapping and spitting on my face pulls my hair while I cry out in pain, he stuffs his dick in my mouth. Mercilessly he pounds my mouth, not caring the pain it caused me. I couldn't control my vomit and spill my guts out. Disgusted at my throw up, Arthur hissed and kicked me away.

'You nasty whore. You should practice sucking dick if you want a husband to be faithful to you.' He furiously snapped at me.

Left the room, leaving me on my mess. It broke my heart to be treated in such a manner. The promises which James made to cherish and protect me always were nothing but a lie.

I cleaned myself up and stormed towards James for letting me be treated dreadfully. Dejectedly, I was cheated by my fate. This day will be frozen in my memory till I last draw my breath.