Page 31 of In Too Deep

“I’m about to get a towel so I can wipe you up,” I muttered.

“No,” she yelled, sitting up on her elbows. “I don’t want you fucking t-touching me. You beat me with a g-gun and my h-head is pounding,” she cried as she lifted her hand up and placed it on the back of her head where I hit her.

“I already checked for damages, and there isn’t any blood or swelling. You’ll be fine, so stop acting so damn dramatic and shit. I’ll get you a goodie powder from my medicine cabinet.”

Pedaling back, I eyed her until I couldn’t see her anymore, then proceeded to get the shit from the medicine cabinet. While doing so, I heard a loud thud. Then another thud followed suit before what sounded like footsteps. The urge to go after her wasn’t dire because she couldn’t escape. When I said my house was on lockdown, I meant that shit. She was trapped inside, without knowing the ins and outs or the internal codes to release the shackles. If there were a zombie apocalypse outside, we’d be safe. After retrieving the goodie powder from the medicine cabinet, I closed it, and my reflection felt like it was haunting me.

Staring deeply into my chestnut brown eyes, my hands went up to my mahogany shaded lips. The taste of her sweet sap lingered heavy on my upper lip, and my mustache too. That shit between her thighs should come with caution tape. She didn’t know that the gushy shit was magnetic either, but I’d sure as hell be the one to make her fuck around and find out.

I gotto get the fuck out of here! This nigga is mentally insane!

Not caring that I was naked from the waist down, my main task was to escape. Though my legs felt like limp noodles, I mustered up the courage to wiggle my feet and run. This place was like a dungeon or something. Every window I attempted to open, I was met with some type of hard metal, and it was hard to see out of. As big as this house was, it was impossible to make out anything else. I was leading myself blind in this huge mansion. The floor to ceiling windows were massive and tall. Aside from his serial killer demeanor, now he had exquisite taste in furniture too. The front door felt like a ninety-mile run, but I was determined to leave this sicko in here alone. My hand clutched the cold handle on the black French style doors. Myvision was becoming blurry, and my heart was beating heavily through my chest.

To no avail, my thoughts of escaping came crashing down, and this was a victory I thought I’d won. Metal steel was covering the entire door, like a shield. Fueled with determination, I placed my fingertips between the crack and tried to pry it open, mustering the strength of Thanos, but I was unsuccessful. My tiny hands beat against the metal, and I opened my mouth to release a guttural scream.

“HELP MEEEEE! SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!” I screamed to the top of my lungs until I was out of breath. Banging on metal, my hands were balled into fists as I continued to pound. Booming noises echoed throughout his home, so I know he heard me and my plea for help. Riddled with fear, I stopped after reality sank in that no one was coming to save me. Stealing iPhones led to this? He was better off killing me when he pointed his gun at me. I’d rather be dead than be held hostage, breathing the same air as this insane maniac.

Turning around on my heels, I opened my eyes but bumped into something hard. It was Romelo, towering over me with a menacing stare on his handsome face. His chest felt hard like the metal surrounding his windows. How ironic is that? I stared back at him, before nicking him across the chin with my fist. He didn’t even bulge, as if my hits felt like puppy dog paws.

“Fuck you doin’ all this screaming’ and shit fo’ like I didn’t have a mouth full of your pussy just a minute ago. I did yo ass a fucking favor,” he ranted.

“No,” I screamed, sounding like a mad woman. “Doing me a favor would have been killing me when you had the chance. This isn’t a fucking favor. You’re a damn sicko ass nigga!”

“Oh, for real?” he smirked with a raised brow. “You ready to die, huh?”

In one swift motion, he reached behind his waist and grabbed a gun. Putting it into view, as he passed it to me after releasing the safety.

“Go ‘head and do it. I know how to murk yo ass, but that’d be too fuckin’ easy. You ready to die, then go ‘head Juicy.”

My chest heaved up and down out of anger. I’m sure if this were a cartoon, smoke would be seeping from my nostrils too. Instead of bluffing, I snatched the gun and aimed it at him. This was all too comical for him though. His reaction bothered me now that the roles were reversed. Those chestnut brown eyes stared down into the barrel, with a smirk on his face.

“Shoot it, love. Shoot me,” he chastised me.

Romelo opened his mouth, placed it around the butt of the gun, and stared deeply into my eyes. My bottom lip began to quiver because this was a joke to him. He’d thought this through already, making me seem pussy. Did I want to kill him? Yes. Did I have the guts to shoot him? No. It was completely cowardly of me to have these heinous thoughts and not go through with it.

“Fuck you waiting on Juicy? We’ll be even fair and square. I just murdered my tongue with that pussy and put it out of its misery. I don’t think your pussy would like you killing its rightful owner after the service I’d just done. That’s unfair to her,” he grimaced, followed by a sinister grin.

The cold steel pressed harshly against his mouth; a metallic tang filled his senses. His own lip trembled under the pressure of his teeth. Eyes squeezed shut, I saw it vividly: the sickening thud, the crimson spray exploding across his chest, the gritty texture against his skin. Then I’d have no way out, and I’d be stuck here. Before attempting to make a grand escape, I didn’t check to see if I had my phone.

“Don’t be pussy!” He continued to chastise me, aggravating me more and more.

Fire blurred my gaze, drying out my tears. I felt conflicted, but was willing to weigh any other options if there were any.

“You’re doin’ too much fucking thinking Juicy--”

Click!

I had the guts to pull the trigger. Shock overruled fear in a millisecond, but he didn’t look enthused anymore, more so relieved. Blinking away my thoughts, before I could dwell on what was happening, he took the gun away from me, pointing at his temple, and pulled it again.

Click!

He did it again once more.

Click!

My expression was horrific as I watched him in fear.

“You’re insane!” I muttered, with my mouth gaping open in shock.

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