only thing I could think to do was squat further. I pushed harder using my vaginal muscles and grunted. “I’m doin’ a number two, Bo!”
“And I’ma do a number 187 and come in there and blow your fuckin’ brains out!”
I pushed again with all my might, this time usin’ my thumb and index finger at the same time. I was in so much pain as the condom was comin’ out; it burned like shit. Bo was bangin’ like crazy on the door, shoutin’ all these threats about what he was gonna do to me.
“You betta notttttttt be stashin’ no money!” he yelled, accentin’ the ‘t’ on the word not. Then he kicked the door, makin’ it move and shake like it was about to come off the hinges.
As soon as I got the condom out, I noticed an old wooden plunger next to me with a black, long handle. Quickly, I lifted it, stuffed the money filled condom inside just as the door flew open from his last kick.
Bo entered the small space like Rambo, and lifted me up off the toilet by my hair. “What da fuck ya doin’ in here?”
“Nothin’!” I shouted as my wig fell off from bein’ dragged across the floor. The moment he realized he’d lost the grip on my wig, he grabbed my left leg, and kept draggin’ me into the bedroom.
He had my body sweepin’ every bit of dust from the floor. Finally, he stopped when my head banged against the leg of the nightstand. I was in a daze, but still knew he was rippin’ my clothes off of me at top speed. I made the mistake of kickin’ him, and got slapped with a powerful thrust right to my face.
“What are you doin’ Bo!” I shouted, just knowin’ he was about to rape my ass.
He slapped me again; this time I tasted blood. I started cryin’ like a baby, realizin’ my shirt was ripped completelyopen and my pants and panties were completely off. “Why Bo…. Why? Why you wanna rape me?”
“Rape you? Bitch, I wanna see if you stashin’ money. I can get pussy anywhere!”
Immediately, my mind played back to what Cinnamon had said. She was absolutely right about him.
With force, Bo stuck his long, brittle fingernail into my vagina. It felt like someone was puncturin’ my insides. “See, you think I’m a rookie. But taaaaaa…Sugar told me about y’all connivin’ bitches. If you got money, you betta believeeeeeee, I’ma find it.”
I hated even more than before the way he kept draggin’ out his words, and makin’ his eyes bulge every time he said somethin’ that he thought sounded more like a pimp.
Without warnin’, and without lubrication, Bo flipped me onto my stomach and jammed his finger up my ass-hole. My insides cried out in pain, as did my mouth. I sang my, ahhhhhhhhhhs, hopin’ someone would hear me. Bo obviously didn’t give a fuck!
He jumped up, leavin’ me on the floor feelin’ violated. I guess satisfied that there was no cash on me, he went for my clothes. I watched him throw all my clothes outta my suitcase and rummage through the pockets of each for about five minutes. Next, he darted toward the bathroom.
My heart stopped.
“Bo, what are you doin’,” I yelled from the floor. “I think I’m bleedin’!”
Did he know that I had money for sure? Had Cinnamon told on me just as Sasha did? I shook my head in disgust wonderin’ why I had eva trusted anybody with knowin’ my business.
I got up enough energy to peel myself from the floor. I ran behind Bo into the bathroom, yellin’ and screamin’, “What the fuck has gotten into you? I thought you loved me!”
He was in a trance, searchin’ cabinets, and lookin’ under fixtures. I knew he didn’t hear me, especially with all the noise. He was breakin’ up everything. I just knew the mirror was next when he yanked open the medicine cabinet. He started throwin’ things around like a maniac. He opened band-aid boxes, the toothbrush holder, and the big bag full of condoms. Still nothin’.
With everything thrown all ova the floor, he still wasn’t satisfied. He got down on his knees and
“And I’ma do a number 187 and come in there and blow your fuckin’ brains out!”
I pushed again with all my might, this time usin’ my thumb and index finger at the same time. I was in so much pain as the condom was comin’ out; it burned like shit. Bo was bangin’ like crazy on the door, shoutin’ all these threats about what he was gonna do to me.
“You betta notttttttt be stashin’ no money!” he yelled, accentin’ the ‘t’ on the word not. Then he kicked the door, makin’ it move and shake like it was about to come off the hinges.
As soon as I got the condom out, I noticed an old wooden plunger next to me with a black, long handle. Quickly, I lifted it, stuffed the money filled condom inside just as the door flew open from his last kick.
Bo entered the small space like Rambo, and lifted me up off the toilet by my hair. “What da fuck ya doin’ in here?”
“Nothin’!” I shouted as my wig fell off from bein’ dragged across the floor. The moment he realized he’d lost the grip on my wig, he grabbed my left leg, and kept draggin’ me into the bedroom.
He had my body sweepin’ every bit of dust from the floor. Finally, he stopped when my head banged against the leg of the nightstand. I was in a daze, but still knew he was rippin’ my clothes off of me at top speed. I made the mistake of kickin’ him, and got slapped with a powerful thrust right to my face.
“What are you doin’ Bo!” I shouted, just knowin’ he was about to rape my ass.
He slapped me again; this time I tasted blood. I started cryin’ like a baby, realizin’ my shirt was ripped completelyopen and my pants and panties were completely off. “Why Bo…. Why? Why you wanna rape me?”
“Rape you? Bitch, I wanna see if you stashin’ money. I can get pussy anywhere!”
Immediately, my mind played back to what Cinnamon had said. She was absolutely right about him.
With force, Bo stuck his long, brittle fingernail into my vagina. It felt like someone was puncturin’ my insides. “See, you think I’m a rookie. But taaaaaa…Sugar told me about y’all connivin’ bitches. If you got money, you betta believeeeeeee, I’ma find it.”
I hated even more than before the way he kept draggin’ out his words, and makin’ his eyes bulge every time he said somethin’ that he thought sounded more like a pimp.
Without warnin’, and without lubrication, Bo flipped me onto my stomach and jammed his finger up my ass-hole. My insides cried out in pain, as did my mouth. I sang my, ahhhhhhhhhhs, hopin’ someone would hear me. Bo obviously didn’t give a fuck!
He jumped up, leavin’ me on the floor feelin’ violated. I guess satisfied that there was no cash on me, he went for my clothes. I watched him throw all my clothes outta my suitcase and rummage through the pockets of each for about five minutes. Next, he darted toward the bathroom.
My heart stopped.
“Bo, what are you doin’,” I yelled from the floor. “I think I’m bleedin’!”
Did he know that I had money for sure? Had Cinnamon told on me just as Sasha did? I shook my head in disgust wonderin’ why I had eva trusted anybody with knowin’ my business.
I got up enough energy to peel myself from the floor. I ran behind Bo into the bathroom, yellin’ and screamin’, “What the fuck has gotten into you? I thought you loved me!”
He was in a trance, searchin’ cabinets, and lookin’ under fixtures. I knew he didn’t hear me, especially with all the noise. He was breakin’ up everything. I just knew the mirror was next when he yanked open the medicine cabinet. He started throwin’ things around like a maniac. He opened band-aid boxes, the toothbrush holder, and the big bag full of condoms. Still nothin’.
With everything thrown all ova the floor, he still wasn’t satisfied. He got down on his knees and
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