Blood Is Thicker Than Water (A New Adult Dark Thriller Series of Mystery and Suspense) ( free series of thriller, mystery, suspense and horror) (Next Of Kin Book 1) by Aray Brown Page A
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struggling.
“You know you want it.” He said, ripping her panties, shoving his member inside her.
Isabel froze up like a statue, stared blankly at the wall, tears spilling down her cheek —a red-hot sensation betwixt her thighs—the plasma seeping out of her vagina. She fainted from the blinding pain.
“You loved it, every minute of it. Girls like you always do.” Darius said, zipped up his pants and walked out.
Isabel was in the fetal position, and then jumped in the shower, vigorously scrubbing her skin with a sponge. She felt dirtier than she’d ever been. The more she pictured it, she scrubbed even harder. She didn’t have the heart to tell Medina.
It was his word against hers. Who would believe me? She thought.
On her nineteenth birthday, Isabel quit school and got a job at The Black Tiger, a gentlemen’s club in Brooklyn.
She tried escaping the lifestyle that was forced upon her but was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. She needed fast money and a way out from the abuse buried deep inside her. Isabel was making a thousand a night and relished the attention she got from men.
She was displayed as a piece of meat. The light that shined in her eyes started to fade. The universe had dealt her a bad hand and now she was just another statistic.
Onstage, she was fearless.
Once the music played, there was no stopping her. Men cheering her on, stuffing folded bills in her underwear. It was a usual night.
“I’d like to tap that.” Man #1 licked his lips, eyes fixated on her.
“She’s sexy as hell. Aye sweetheart, go out with me.” Man#2 said.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Isabel said.
“How much will it take for you to say yes to me?” Man#1 threw a 100 dollar bill at her. He paused.
“I’ll make it rain on ya.” He tossed another hundred, then another, then another, then another.
“I’m not for sale.” She said.
“My apologizes, classy lady.” He said.
She glided on the pole, legs spread and in the air. A thunderous round of applause infused the strip club. Isabel departed and shut the curtains.
Isabel extracted the keys from her purse and strolled to the car. She was alone until an admirer came up to her.
“Enjoyed your show.” The short man said, sucking on a toothpick.
“Thanks.” Isabel said.
“I got a job for you.” The short man replied.
“I don’t do that anymore.” Isabel lied, opening the car door.
Two men came out of the shadows and cornered her.
“You’re still a hoe. A hoe never stops being a hoe.” The tall man in a hat joined in.
“I spent a lot of money on you. What do I get for my service?” The short man said, grabbing her face.
“Let me go. Now! ” Isabel demanded.
“You heard her, let her go.” The leader ordered.
The three men backed away. As Isabel looked away, the short man hit her head against the rear of the car and then the three men wailed on her before she had a chance to attack. The leader placed a hand over her mouth. No one could hear her scream. She couldn’t believe this was happening again.
They tore her blouse and slid the panties down around her ankles. They raped her. First was the leader and then his friends. Isabel was in and out of consciousness and vaguely saw their faces as they ejaculated inside her.
“You ain’t nothing.” The short man said, disgusted.
“Is she dead?” The slim man asked.
“She will be. You’re way overpriced.” He replied, looking at her like she was trash.
The short man doused her with gasoline and withdrew a lighter. He felt he was doing a service to the community by ridding it of human waste.
“What are you doing?” The slim man asked.
“Cleaning up.” The short man said, firmly
“You’ve gone too far this time.” The slim man replied, snatched it from his hand.
The short man swung at him and took back the lighter.
“You can never go too far.”
Suddenly
“You know you want it.” He said, ripping her panties, shoving his member inside her.
Isabel froze up like a statue, stared blankly at the wall, tears spilling down her cheek —a red-hot sensation betwixt her thighs—the plasma seeping out of her vagina. She fainted from the blinding pain.
“You loved it, every minute of it. Girls like you always do.” Darius said, zipped up his pants and walked out.
Isabel was in the fetal position, and then jumped in the shower, vigorously scrubbing her skin with a sponge. She felt dirtier than she’d ever been. The more she pictured it, she scrubbed even harder. She didn’t have the heart to tell Medina.
It was his word against hers. Who would believe me? She thought.
On her nineteenth birthday, Isabel quit school and got a job at The Black Tiger, a gentlemen’s club in Brooklyn.
She tried escaping the lifestyle that was forced upon her but was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. She needed fast money and a way out from the abuse buried deep inside her. Isabel was making a thousand a night and relished the attention she got from men.
She was displayed as a piece of meat. The light that shined in her eyes started to fade. The universe had dealt her a bad hand and now she was just another statistic.
Onstage, she was fearless.
Once the music played, there was no stopping her. Men cheering her on, stuffing folded bills in her underwear. It was a usual night.
“I’d like to tap that.” Man #1 licked his lips, eyes fixated on her.
“She’s sexy as hell. Aye sweetheart, go out with me.” Man#2 said.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Isabel said.
“How much will it take for you to say yes to me?” Man#1 threw a 100 dollar bill at her. He paused.
“I’ll make it rain on ya.” He tossed another hundred, then another, then another, then another.
“I’m not for sale.” She said.
“My apologizes, classy lady.” He said.
She glided on the pole, legs spread and in the air. A thunderous round of applause infused the strip club. Isabel departed and shut the curtains.
Isabel extracted the keys from her purse and strolled to the car. She was alone until an admirer came up to her.
“Enjoyed your show.” The short man said, sucking on a toothpick.
“Thanks.” Isabel said.
“I got a job for you.” The short man replied.
“I don’t do that anymore.” Isabel lied, opening the car door.
Two men came out of the shadows and cornered her.
“You’re still a hoe. A hoe never stops being a hoe.” The tall man in a hat joined in.
“I spent a lot of money on you. What do I get for my service?” The short man said, grabbing her face.
“Let me go. Now! ” Isabel demanded.
“You heard her, let her go.” The leader ordered.
The three men backed away. As Isabel looked away, the short man hit her head against the rear of the car and then the three men wailed on her before she had a chance to attack. The leader placed a hand over her mouth. No one could hear her scream. She couldn’t believe this was happening again.
They tore her blouse and slid the panties down around her ankles. They raped her. First was the leader and then his friends. Isabel was in and out of consciousness and vaguely saw their faces as they ejaculated inside her.
“You ain’t nothing.” The short man said, disgusted.
“Is she dead?” The slim man asked.
“She will be. You’re way overpriced.” He replied, looking at her like she was trash.
The short man doused her with gasoline and withdrew a lighter. He felt he was doing a service to the community by ridding it of human waste.
“What are you doing?” The slim man asked.
“Cleaning up.” The short man said, firmly
“You’ve gone too far this time.” The slim man replied, snatched it from his hand.
The short man swung at him and took back the lighter.
“You can never go too far.”
Suddenly
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