Previously Titled 'Paradise'.
For her entire life, Paradise Hamilton has had no say in her own personal affairs. From a child she had grown up under the strict rules of her Caribbean parents.
But when the day finally arrived for her to wed a comple...
Paradise awoke in a dizzy daze, seeing nothing but white stars amid the darkness filling the room she occupied. She averted her eyes to her side, glancing at the empty spot that had re-inflated itself due to the absence of a body.
Involuntarily, her brows pulled themselves together as she sighed to herself, saying a silent prayer to God, before glancing at the nightstand that had previously held Zebediah's things. Though, they had been instead replaced with the usual bedside necessities, leaving no remnants that the man had merely entered the home that night.
She allowed a deep frown to coat her face as she shuffled to her knees on the bed, running four fingers through her curls, before picking up her phone from the nightstand. The last thing she wanted to believe; was that her husband had fucked her and left.
Though the more time she sat amid her lonesome, glancing at the empty phone screen in her hand, with the feeling of her pounding vagina between her legs; the more she began to realize her own sad truth.
She huffed lowly to herself, falling against the bed head, before pulling her knees to her chest. Her mind pondered on the thought of messaging the man she had married, forcing her fingertips to find the thread between the pair.
The entire epistle she had desperately yearned to type, had instead come in the form of a single question, falling onto the screen and urging an immediate response from Zebediah.
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Paradise dropped the large phone from her palm, sucking in a sharp breath, before dipping her head lowly against her knees. Salty tears fell from her eyes, forming wet pools against her skin as the woman sobbed lightly to herself; hating that she had been manipulated into her husband's submission as easily as she had been.
Her head ascended as she glanced around the room, swiping burning tears from her cheek with the back of her hand. She hated that she continually allowed the man to one up her, keep her on her toes, and cause her to act with no thought prior.
The sound of her phone pinging against her bedspread, interrupted the girl from her thoughts. She pulled the device closer to her face; looking at the message before her eyes in utter confusion. The last person she had expected to hear from had flashed across the screen; prompting the female to both suspicion and annoyance.
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