The one thing he cannot do for her is that he cannot change Himself and would never let her change Him.
Drugs ,abusive language and mature content
Just a work of fiction
Brand left that bitch in the middle of her disgusting moaning, jerking her off himself and rushed towards me. It was gloomy inside the room but the misery inside my heart was unmatched. I knew he purchased me but he himself said that I wasn't like his other whores. I was different. He loved me or....or I thought he loved me.
"Yaya what the fuck are you doing here?"
He seethed in utmost fury. His jaws clenched and the veins in his temple and neck popped out like they would burst any moment soon. He tried to hold my shoulders but I wasn't that weak to let him do that. Undoubtedly he was the owner of my heart and my body but he didn't own me once I were dead. So I stepped backwards from where he stood, already wobbling on my feet. I left my breath that I didn't know how long I was holding and tried every fucking hell to compose just three words.
"I m sorry"
Uttering those three words seemed like climbing the Everest . And I gathered my every wit and my every pore to run from there. Run from him. Not looking any fucking behind. My heart was striking loudly in my chest and my breathing was uncontrollable but I didn't bother a single glance back at him. I ran out of the suite passing through the backyard. I didn't remember if anyone stopped me or chased me because I was so shattered that all my senses got fucking numb. I made my way towards the shore, running to get to the end of this world. Not thinking about the fuckingly tight dress or the stupid heels I was wearing.
The night was darker than usual or the God made it darker for me. My vision was almost near to black. I could only hear the fanatical tides of the sea crashing with each other. Getting more closer I felt the cold water seeping into my skin as I began to drown in it like a worthless body. It seemed like the only salvation from my anguish. That could be the end of all the agony prevailing in my body and soul if he wouldn't have clasped his arms around me and brought me to the surface.
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Yes he got me!!! He fucking got me!!! That fucking bastard had always the bad fucking timings!!! Seeing his face through my heavy eyes and feeling his arms around me was the least I could tolerate at that second. My heart hardly pumped the last cycle of blood into my vessels before my head spun a 360 and my eyes made their curtains fall.
My eyes still shut, responded to the scattered dawn light in the surrounding and I opened them feeling an aching tingle in them. And they laid intently and wishfully on him. He stood topless, majestically leaning back at the wall. Wearing no expression on his face. Not a single crease, all monotonous and static. And he still had that face to stand outrageously before me. Everything from the last night took a trip down my memory lane and played like a movie. I made a fucking fail attempt to sit up and my dumb ass head recollected that I was laying on the bed in the lower deck of some fucking loopy yacht. And it was unquestionably floating in the middle of nowhere.
Fuck me now!!! Great Alone with that douchebag from where I couldn't escape anywhere. HELL
But this wasn't the last shock for me as I instantly met another blow when I realised I was just in my tiny panties. No shirt no bra. And my round perky boobs proudly sticking towards him. Holy Shit man!!! Wasn't there any other way to make me embarrassed in front of that mother fucker. Taking into consideration that he could come any closer to me in my that compromised condition, I regained my strength and cleared my throat.
