Warning: I have a taste for interracial sex/love stories of black women being used in forced love/scenes, dubious consent, and non-consent scenes with white men, and unfortunately, there are far too few of them - far too many of the interracial stories involve black men with white women or other cultures.
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Shout to Kenji Sato for editing
It was always the same, as she was laying on the cold cot of the cell. Selen counted the days. As usual, she wandered to the window to gaze at the stars, to peek into the universe. She would stare at the spacious night sky. She felt that it was commanding her to look, to feel small and alone. Looking at the wall, she had left twenty-two scratch marks to symbolize the days she had spent in the dark room, with rusted bars keeping her caged.
"Mmm," Selen groaned. As she rubbed her neck, she heard the jiggling of keys; one of the guards approached her cell.
"Get dressed. The boss what to see you," said a man, carrying two water buckets and a black bag. He opened the cage door and placed the bucket and bag next to the cot. He smiled warmly at her. Selen just stared at the handsome model of a man in front of the cage. The young man had a manly, Samson-like physique. His pompadour, dark hair didn't match his bright, blue eyes.
"Are you new?"
"No. Why do you ask?"
"I don't know about making small talk," Selen said, shrugging her shoulders. "The other guard doesn't talk much, and I figured you must be new."
The young man laughed and guffawed, which echoed in the small, dark room, causing Selen to narrow her eyes at him.
"Oh, that guy, he's mute. Mouse doesn't talk at all. Unless you know sign language."
"Umm... that's good to know?"
"Come on, Selen, you gotta shower. The boss wants to see you."
"You know my name, but I don't know yours," she spoke, raising her eyebrow.
Bobby's face looked a bit uneasy. "I'm Bobby, aka baby face Bobby." He spoke nervously, backing out of the cage and locking the door.
"Okay, Bobby, why does your boss what to see me? Just shoot me now. So I can skip the whole interdiction." Selen calmly spoke, as she sat back down on the dirty cot.
"Don't you want to know why they kept you alive?"
"Nope, you can tell him to kiss my ass."
"Come on," Bobby cheerfully spoke out.
"Not really," Selen replied, as she reached for the bag on the floor and searched through it. In the bag, she found a black shirt, spandex tights, and black shoes.
"You are not going to find anything useful in there, the way you're digging."
"Remember, everything can always be used as a weapon."
"Come on, don't be like that. Just guess," Bobby said playfully. "You can't tell me you're not a bit curious about it?"
"Ugh, if I let you tell me, will you shoot me now?"
"I won't kill you, but what I have to say might shock you." Bobby was ready to laugh, but smiled widely; instead, he licked his lips. "Rumor has it that you almost killed his little brother. I don't think big brother is pleased about that," Bobby sighed in frustration. "By the way, what did he ever do to you?"
"Who is that?
"Umm, the little brother."
"Does he have a name?" Selen asked, giving him a suspicious look. "How don't you know his name? Do you work for him? You should know your boss's name?"
Bobby seemed unsure how to respond and gazed at her. "His name... It's Johnny."
"Johnny?"
"Yeah, John for short," Bobby nodded hesitantly.
"That monster should have died," she whispered out loud, tilting her head towards Bobby.
Suddenly, there was an aura of grey around him. He clenched his fist angrily. Bobby was breathless with anger as he walked toward the cage bars. "How the fuck is he a monster," Bobby boomed. "What did he ever do to you?"
"He's a murderer, just like the rest of his family," Selen hissed.
"Who has he killed?" Bobby studied her, curiously awaiting her reaction.
"My father!" Selen yearned out.
"When was this?" For a moment, Bobby looked confused.
"It wasn't him, technically; it was his father. He killed my father, an eye for an eye." Selen's eyes were clouded with anger when she spoke.
"So must a son pay for his father's sin?" Bobby huffed.
"Yes, if he does the father's evil biding."
"Than daughter should pay for her father's debts." Bobby shrugged his shoulders.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Selen's anger flashed through her.
"Let's say, maybe your father couldn't keep his nose clean. Ever think about that? That could be the reason why he died?"
"What are you trying to insinuate?"
Bobby's hand went to the back of his head, and he grimaced. "That people have secrets."
Selen sat silently, hunched over. Selen felt something wash over her like a rip current pulling her towards the bottom of the cot. Bobby's words haunted her; she knew that her father would never hide anything from her. "My father is a clean man, unlike their father."
For some time, Bobby stood in silence, considering whether he should say something, but his phone rang, breaking the silence.
"Yeah, what's up? Hmmm, he would." Bobby lightly chuckled.
"Wait... No, listen?" Selen's voice broke his concentration, causing Bobby to face her. "Ahh, it's fucking cold." A ripple of cold water floated through her naked body, making her shiver.
Bobby tried not to smile at Selen, but her beauty caught him off guard. He could see a slight discoloration on her side. They were small scars weaving and caressing her luscious and seemingly delicate forms, entwining it with her body, he had thought.
"Yeah, I'm listening," Bobby spoke, clearing his throat. "Where is he now? Perfect. I gotta go."
Selen felt her face heat up a little; her breathing hitched when she saw Bobby's eyes were filled with amusement.
"Damn, you can't give me any peace."
"You are a prisoner; you get no peace." Bobby's chuckle was low and soft.
"Whatever, so where's your boss?" Selen said, rolling her eyes.
"Aww, change of plans. We are going for a ride."
"What's happened to meeting the boss," Selen asked.
Bobby continued to smirk. "Like I said, change of plan. I need you to trust me."
"Why should I trust you?" She looked up at him with a curious smile.
"I'm all you got?" Bobby said curiously, as he looked at her.
Selen watched him for a long moment, and she let out a frustrated sigh. "Fine, I'm going to trust you. Don't fuck me!"
"Oh, wow, I'm not that type of guy. You have to take me out first, before all of that. Plus, if you don't die, I might just let you."
"You are dumb." She couldn't help but smile.
"Let's go; we have wasted enough time," Bobby spoke, opening the cage doors.
Selen smiled and stepped out of the cage. She knew she would kill him once she had the chance. She thought if they were not in this situation, they would be friends, but she knew it was her life or his, and until she got her revenge, she would save herself every time.
The music lightly played as Leonardo ashed his blunt into a potted plant at the VIP table. He listened to Dennis relay the information that made his blood boil beneath his skin.
"That little bitch," he said, with a humorless scuff.
The shooting at the warehouse a couple of nights before wasn't just any random incident, as it turned out. Rizzo's boys came in looking to start trouble on the orders of their boss, and it ended in one of them getting shot and being carted off to the hospital. Once they could take Selen out of the equation, they could see that Mario Rizzo was taking advantage of the situation.
"He can hide like a fucking rat bitch, but has no problem letting his worthless guys go out to start shit they can't even finish."
"We found out where his next meeting will be. If you want, we can handle this in a matter of a couple of hours."
Leonardo puffed on his blunt and blew out a steady cloud of smoke. If there was one thing he hated, people fucking with family and money. His dealings were always private; Leo handled the issue as if he was taking out the trash. That's always how he saw it. With the life he led, he couldn't afford to be stupid, have an itchy trigger finger, and be caught getting his hands dirty. He was taught better than that.
He looked over at Elvis, who arched a brow, asking a question.
"I want it quick and clean. No trace that anything out of the ordinary happened."
Elvis nodded. "Way ahead of you. Leo," he turned to the young man, "go grab a few men and handle that."
As Elvis and Leonardo watch the henchmen walk out of sight, he signaled for a waitress to bring him another drink.
"Have Sandra come to the VIP lounge later."
"You must be sweet on her. Should I take her off the site list?" Elvis asked.
"No, keep her money. I enjoy her company, that's all. Make sure you send that message. Also, speaking of the company, where the fuck is my brother."
"I don't know, I called him earlier, but his phone is off."
"Do you know if she went to the market?"
"Unfortunately, the butcher said they never got the pack." Leonardo was very agitated, but he was able to contain it.
"He should be somewhere in Johnnie's, hiding from you."
"Go find him. Bring him to the office before you bring Sandra."
"Don't break the merchandise; why do you think I always request Sandra?"
"You are sick, poor girl's pussy is probably broken; I should take her off the site," Elvis scuffed.
"Stop it. She's just going to be fine." Leonard's laugh was insidious. Checking his watch. Leonardo watched as the men in attendance began to grow restless.
"What is taking so long?"
"I'm not sure I can find out." Just when Elvis stood up to leave, the auctioneer came on the stage. Leonard hated tardiness when it came to business.
"Welcome to tonight's auction. I know we took a while getting started tonight, but I hope our first offering will make you glad you came." He gestured to the guards holding Selen, and they pushed her forward. "We have a special treat. For the first time, up for auction is a woman from our highest stock. I present to you, Selen." The crowd murmured loudly, as the guards forced Selen up onto a raised platform.
Leonardo's eyes shifted all over Selen's body. She wore a pale-blue, translucent top that barely covered her breasts, leaving a portion of her cleavage showing, along with her entire midsection. The skin of her breasts was visible through the fabric, but her nipples were hidden behind an opaque patch. The skirt hung loosely from her hips, with a split running the entire length of her legs. Every time she moved, the veil revealed sections of beautiful, dark skin.
