Part of me was very frightened at what was happening before. But another, deeper and more intense part was seething with anger. And it wasn’t just at Brad either. These two hooligans thought they had, by virtue of monies owed them, the right to come into my home.
“Youz no, we seemed to think weeze could work something out here. But seeing youz ain’t got no money, we’ll just make an example out of you.” The tall ones English was appalling.
The shorter one sprang across the room faster than Brad could make for the door. He spun him around and lifted him off the ground like a rag doll. I was too out of my mind to scream or run. I just stood there. Frozen in time. The tall one casually walked across the room to where Brad was being held captive. Without ceremony he punch Brad square in the gut. The terrible sound of air leaving his lungs and the god awful sound of his guts being mashed by a single blow made me feel dizzy sick. The short guy dropped Brad who fell almost lifeless to the ground.
He kicked Brad directly between his legs and the groan that echoed through the room was the only way I knew Brad was still alive.
“We’re just starting on you Brad my boy.” I couldn’t escape, they were just too close. I felt white as a sheet. My legs were shaking. “Now we are going to have some fun setting an example of you. That is before we burn your house to the ground as an example to other interested in welching on a bet.”
“Wait, please…. I can get the money for you. I only need a day or two. My parents will give me the money, please don’t hurt…” I didn’t finish the sentence, the tall blacks hand cut across my jaw sending me flying across the room.
“We ain’t got two days bitch. We look like Bank of America to you?”
“Please, it’s the best I can do. Don’t you want your money. If you kill us you’ll never get it. Are we worth that to you?” I was trying to argue logic with two sub life’s. One of which had lifted Brad into one of our dining room chairs. He was tying my nearly comatose husband to the back of the chair. I could see the grimace on his face as he twisted his arms behind his back. When he finished he walked around the front and lifted Brad just high enough off the chair that he could yank his pants down to his ankles. He looked pathetic with his shriveled cock, his knees shaking and his pants around his ankles, helpless.
“Here’s the way it works bitch. You pleasure us real good and we’ll call it a down payment on the interest your husband here owes us. You do real good, and we let you live another day. If it takes two, we get extras. You do what you need to get the money delivered here, without leaving these here premises. That’s the deal, take it or leave it.”
The idea of being of sexual service to these two hoods was enough to make me ill. The anger in my belly was almost too much to control. Here Brad had done this to us and these guys wanted to take it out on me. They could have his ass for all I cared, but not mine. Besides, it was nearing that time and talking these two into using rubbers wasn’t going to be easy.
“Please, not that.” I started to cry.
“Fine, lady made up her mind fair and square.” He slapped Brad hard enough to cut his lip open.
“No please wait.”
“Too late, besides bitch you all turning cry ass sorry for yourself. We best give you a reason to be sorry. You don’t like us, I can tell. Not just cause we came in and fucked up your life, but you’d never like us. You think cause were niggers we’re less than you or somptin. Fine, dandy, you learn your lesson well.” He was standing over me, looking down at me with something that looked like despite, or loathing and pity. I looked back at him with hatred flaring from my eyes.
“Please.” I was pathetic. He reached down and took a large handful of my hair and lifted me off the ground. “Look, I’m sorry, and yes I don’t like you, and it’s not just because you broke into my house and pummled my husband. But I don’t hate you just because you are black, please believe me. Give me a chance.” I couldn’t believe my own ears. Here I was begging to let these two men have there way with me. Even worse, I was begging to allow myself to service them.
Then something happened. Like every defining event in ones life, one single moment begins a chain reaction and everything changes. Our eyes met. And at that moment he was no longer my tormentor, he was no longer the beast that had invaded my house. Instead, he was such a strong, dominant man. A part of me knew my life depended on it, but instead of acting out for my life, I actually felt like I wanted to prove myself to this man.
