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 always being the best and never judging me!
I was standing in the back of the woods that were next to Kairo's home. It has been like this for that past month; back to when Kairo and I first met by the pond. I would show up late, get scolded by Kairo, and I would promise to be on time the next time.
Circling the log, Kairo still has not shown up.
'He is the one always on time, and he better have a good reason for being late and making me worry about him,' I thought to myself.
Taking a seat on a log, I huffed, folding my hands over my chest, rubbing my hands over my arms. I was getting annoyed Kairo was not here yet, and starting to think that he stood me up. I was the happiest to hear that he is going off to the army, but he said he wanted to tell me something. Now, I want to tell him my true feelings.
Lost in my thoughts, the clicking of the safety being taken off snapped me back. The gun was pressed firmly against my back.
"Well, look what I got here."
I felt a chill running down my spine. I knew who that voice belonged to; it was Austin, Kairo's cousin.
"Stand up, black cunt, and follow me. Be quiet."
I heard the words, but I did not move.
Pressing the gun feeling into my back, Austin angrily repeated, "I said get up your black bitch and follow me."
I jumped off the log to my feet and followed him. Taking a bold chance, I swallowed a dry gulp. "Austin, umm, where is Kairo?" I stuttered.
Like a cold dagger, "Shut up, muddy monkey, and just follow me."
I stopped asking questions. As we walked past Kairo's room window, I wanted to scream out for Kairo. I wished I was not late meeting up with Kairo; I wished Kairo were here to stop Austin. I did not dare make a sound. I wanted to run, but I was stuck in my spot, frozen by fear.
"Do me a favor."
I did not say anything.
"Open my truck door for me. I have a little surprise in there for you."
Eyes automatically grew more prominent as my blood ran cold. 'What sort of surprise could he have in his truck? Did he expect me to get in so then he could kidnap me? ' I just stood in front of him, staring at him.
"Now." His voice gave off the chill of a killer, so I stumbled back down the ramp to his beat-up truck. I looked at the truck and mentally kicked myself for not knowing that something was wrong with him; the old rusted pickup truck had oxide covering almost every inch. The truck screamed danger all over it. I opened the door slowly, hoping a bear would jump out and eat me alive, but what I found was so much worse. I found Kairo tied up on the truck floor.
A hand automatically flew to my mouth to cover my scream. I felt the gun being aimed at my head. Kairo's eyes were closed, but he was still breathing; I saw his chest rise and fall. They were quick, raspy breaths in between his groans. I could tell that Austin had not gone easy on him. His left eye was swollen, he had a busted lip, and he had blood coming from a cut on his eyebrow. His arms and legs were tied in an awkward way. I could tell he was in pain, but Austin did not care.
I could not fight the tears. I sobbed uncontrolled as I reached out for him.
"Kairo!" I screamed, trying to rush to his side. I felt the gun on my temple this time.
"Quiet down, bitch."
Kairo groaned in agony and opened his eyes. Kairo looked shocked when he saw me. I watched as the weak look on Kairo face turned into one with such hatred and disgust when he caught sight of Austin standing with the gun pointed at me.
"Now, now, you shouldn't be making faces at the guy holding the gun. I could end this pretty black girl's life with one flinch of my finger."
Kairo's eyes showed nothing except suffering and guilt.
"Everything's going to be okay," I mouthed to him, trying to comfort him. Austin held the gun so tight against my head; I was afraid to move, but he could tell that even I did not believe those words, myself.
"Get out of my fucking way," Austin said, shoving me so hard that I fell to the ground, hitting the back of my head. As I brushed the dirt off, Austin yanked Kairo out of the truck, dropping Kairo on the ground. Austin pulled me to my feet by my hair. I whimpered just a bit, and I looked over at Kairo, who was holding his stomach with his tied hands, lying on the ground.
Our eyes met, and I felt as if I could read Kairo's mind. I heard him apologize for the mess we were in and how he wishes he could take it back. I could see the sorrow in his eyes. Kairo mouthed to me that nothing would happen. He would try to get me out of this.
Austin observed us when he saw me nod to Kairo. Austin looked at Kai, "You care about this blackberry a lot, don't you, Kairo?"
Kairo's eyes flamed with anger as he looked at Austin. "Don't call her that," Kairo muttered.