As I stood there, a heart thrumming with fear, suddenly I was up, swift and deliberate. I grabbed the papers, hands closing like a vice around them, and turned to make a hasty retreat without batting an eye. I ran the distance from the back yard, feet pounding the earth, ringing my breath in ragged gasps. But despite the urgency of the situation, I moved quietly, muffled footsteps on the soft earth.As I walked, stretching out my ears, for any signs of Samuel, I heard it-all that came down-came home; thunderous footsteps boom, sounding like a dim echo across the skies." "Someone has been in this room," he growled, his resonance low and menacing. I realized I would have to be quick-thinking to be able to extricate myself from his hideout. My mind racing, I approached the gate with my eyes torn, searching for possibly desperate means of exit.But thus I was beside myself with misery when I thought that it would be, else, if it were locked. There were columns of metallic bars. I didn't h
In my frozen state, as if awakening from a sleep almost too deep to describe, a voice exploded into the starlight darkness with the command "Look at me." The deep, soft tone was a gentle command, echoing through my numb heart to my aching bones. So starkly cold and numb was I that it felt as though my only option was to obey that voice, to look towards the person addressing me. I slowly opened my eyelids, affording a half-hearted gaze at the figure before me.The more I engaged my eyes in the search for contours, the more my heart began to skip. So it was not Samuel, as I had been anticipating; it was Mr. Toby, his stony face lined now with age and concern. His grey hair-framed face, formerly dark brown, told me, alas, that time was passing. In bewilderment, I stood before him with questions racing through my mind.Mr. Toby had not just been my friend; he was like an uncle, a surrogate father figure for my upbringing. He had been our gatekeeper, the one keeping an eye on us, us being
Adrian's hands slowly pulled out the disc player, his gaze unwaveringly set on me with determination. "Baby, let me play this so we can see everything with our eyes," he said softly, gently.As soon as it started playing, the screen came alive with a ghostly light as if to say the video had been started. Instead of the clean crisp images we had imagined, the video was blurry, with only vague outlines to visualize the faces of the people. Adrian's brow furrowed, his eyes narrowing further in disappointment as he realized that the file was corrupted. He moved his hands instinctively towards his phone, fingers tracing the edges of the screen as though it were a matter of life and death."I think this file is corrupt," he exclaimed, and with a nod turned towards me, showing by his expression that he understood that. I was too far gone for any consolation. To imagine my mom suffering at the hands of Samuel was no mean feat. A tsunami washing ashore engulfed me with emotions. The air thicke
The sensations almost overwhelmed me. The sheer mixture of his tongue and fingers began to push me over the edge. I could almost feel the orgasm building; my body began to tense in anticipation. Then, he just pushed it further. His tongue probed deeper, and his fingers stroked that magic little point that made my toes curl. I cried out as the orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, my body quaking under the impact.Adrian never did stop; his tongue continued to assault me while drawing out my orgasm to the point where I was just a jelly mess. Eventually, he pulled away with a smirk. "I enjoy making you cum," he said, ambiguous in his voice, mixing satisfaction and arousal.In a trembling, half-inebriate haze, I reached out for him; my fingers barely slid over his belt as I tried to hurry things. I slid down his pants and stroked him, going faster and faster until he was fully erect. I licked my lips and caught his gaze as I lowered my mouth slowly on him.He groaned when I took him in, and h
The next thing I knew, I was taking very slow, calculated steps to the sitting room in a bid not to alert Adrian about the storm brewing inside me. Each foot into this room, time seemed to swallow me in; underfoot, the floor trembled, as if poised to sink me and swallow me whole. I fell into a small chair and burst into a storm of sobs, burying my face between my palms. Gushes of tears which seemed to form a river of pain flowed down my cheeks, each drop a sore reminder of failure; and each sob bore witness to my agony.The very chair seemed to embrace me, its insufficient cushions replacing real comfort. I felt slaughtered, my emotions raw and naked, crying for what seemed forever, with my heart broken into a zillion pieces. Everything around me grew dim, shriveling upon the sound of my hitching breath and the feeling of tears streaming down my face. Alone in utter terror and despair, I truly was, with no lifeline in sight.The road to the wardrobe was one marked with a dulled purpos
"It's okay," Adrian said to me: soft and soothing- as I stood there tears streaming down my face and my body shaking with sobs. He took my phone from my hands and brushed fingers against mine. He got busy deftly moving fingers above the keyboard, the fingers flying so fast across the screen as he edited the message and sent it to Samuel.The sound of his fingers typing away on the keyboard was like music to my ears, a sweet symphony of salvation as I watched him work his magic. With something hopeful rising within me, his taking charge of the situation and saving me from despair made me even relieved."I have edited the message," he said, holding eye contact with me and sounding calm and reassuring. "And it says..." I will give you cash. "He paused, scanning with those blue eyes into mine like he was looking for my approval." That's okay, right?" he asked. In his voice were gentleness as if asking permission.The words hung in space between us, a promise, a guarantee, indeed, a lifeli
Suddenly, abruptly he withdrew from me and set his gaze directly into mine. "On your stomach," he mouthed in a smooth pulse of lust driving his words home. I obeyed him, feeling his grip on my hips as he maneuvered me. There was pressure from the head of his cock onto my ass, and I became tense waiting for the pain."Shhh, relax, babe," he would whisper hotly in my ear; with one just thrust, he was all the way inside me; the initial sharp pain was bombarded with pleasure as he began to thrust. Thrusting hard and fast, he drove pleasure through me; I moaned a bit, biting my lip, trying to keep the screech in.His hand worked its way around to my clit while he kept mercilessly pounding into me. I could feel my orgasm building, the pleasure so great I could barely handle it. Feeling my clutch escape, he withdrew, spun me on my back.His cock found my pussy effortlessly, sliding into me. He leaned down, taking my lips for a heated kiss, and began to thrust. Fingers still working my clit l
The kitchen was filled with warm sunlight streaming through the window; the golden light fell on the counters, brightening up the scattered utensils and appliances. In the air was the fresher brewed aroma of coffee, presumably from the coffee maker sitting grandly over the counter. I was engrossed by the happenings of yesterday, lost in thought, and on hearing footsteps walking in.Then Adrian came rushing into the kitchen, his eyes glued at me while having a look so soft and gentle. "Baby, please," he continued, his voice sexy and lower that soothed, "I want us to sit together after you are done talking about the fight." He remained silent, looking into my eyes as if trying to gauge something, but I had a hot temper; the storms of emotion were simmering within, so the heat had not yet worn off.So I immediately rebuffed him: my voice was as full on as I could be, but still respectful, because this was my husband; I loved him. "I'll be busy," I said, just matters short, curt. Android'
As Adrian and I settled into the car, soft leather seats enveloped us like a warm hug, preparing us for our journey. Our mission was to find my mother's graveyards, and we meant to accomplish it. Adrian's hands moved deftly, like a person who had the terrain well imprinted in memory, to position the GPS tracker, whose gentle blue light lit the dashboard.It is gentle, robotic voice that announced our movement, leading us down crooked pathways as the view outside melted into the equivalent of a watercolor painting in the rain. "Baby, we are at the place," Adrian said, his voice in a tender, hushed tone wherein the person had come.I felt excitement pouring over me like a person near their destination as I said, "Ahh, so quick." The words hung in the air, like a challenge, as Adrian nodded his head while still keeping his eyes on the road, his face concentrated like someone focused on a task."Yes, but it is not quite close from our house," his words were a slow, measured pace, like som
"My mom!" I screamed from the depths of my being in an agonizing cry of the spirit echoing through the room. "Is she dead?" My voice quivered; the last few words were hardly spoken, as if I feared to utter the truth. "No, this has got to be a mistake," I stammered in disbelief. "Who knows? Maybe you just misread it." I gave a laugh, a chilling, mirthless sound, like a cracking piece of ice, as I desperately sought a way to wipe the truth away, to evade the overwhelming press of reality.In Adrian's gaze, however, a serious expression planted itself, with stormy eyes clashing with distant emotion, like storm clouds brooding somewhere far away. "Ahhh, I laugh, who knows, we were probably rushing to read," he said, voice low and husky, then paused, level eyes searching mine for understanding, for acceptance. "You know I wouldn't joke about something like that," he stated flatly, with determination. "I'm serious, baby." His finger pointed at the paper, trembling slightly."See, here?" sai
The kitchen was filled with warm sunlight streaming through the window; the golden light fell on the counters, brightening up the scattered utensils and appliances. In the air was the fresher brewed aroma of coffee, presumably from the coffee maker sitting grandly over the counter. I was engrossed by the happenings of yesterday, lost in thought, and on hearing footsteps walking in.Then Adrian came rushing into the kitchen, his eyes glued at me while having a look so soft and gentle. "Baby, please," he continued, his voice sexy and lower that soothed, "I want us to sit together after you are done talking about the fight." He remained silent, looking into my eyes as if trying to gauge something, but I had a hot temper; the storms of emotion were simmering within, so the heat had not yet worn off.So I immediately rebuffed him: my voice was as full on as I could be, but still respectful, because this was my husband; I loved him. "I'll be busy," I said, just matters short, curt. Android'
Suddenly, abruptly he withdrew from me and set his gaze directly into mine. "On your stomach," he mouthed in a smooth pulse of lust driving his words home. I obeyed him, feeling his grip on my hips as he maneuvered me. There was pressure from the head of his cock onto my ass, and I became tense waiting for the pain."Shhh, relax, babe," he would whisper hotly in my ear; with one just thrust, he was all the way inside me; the initial sharp pain was bombarded with pleasure as he began to thrust. Thrusting hard and fast, he drove pleasure through me; I moaned a bit, biting my lip, trying to keep the screech in.His hand worked its way around to my clit while he kept mercilessly pounding into me. I could feel my orgasm building, the pleasure so great I could barely handle it. Feeling my clutch escape, he withdrew, spun me on my back.His cock found my pussy effortlessly, sliding into me. He leaned down, taking my lips for a heated kiss, and began to thrust. Fingers still working my clit l
"It's okay," Adrian said to me: soft and soothing- as I stood there tears streaming down my face and my body shaking with sobs. He took my phone from my hands and brushed fingers against mine. He got busy deftly moving fingers above the keyboard, the fingers flying so fast across the screen as he edited the message and sent it to Samuel.The sound of his fingers typing away on the keyboard was like music to my ears, a sweet symphony of salvation as I watched him work his magic. With something hopeful rising within me, his taking charge of the situation and saving me from despair made me even relieved."I have edited the message," he said, holding eye contact with me and sounding calm and reassuring. "And it says..." I will give you cash. "He paused, scanning with those blue eyes into mine like he was looking for my approval." That's okay, right?" he asked. In his voice were gentleness as if asking permission.The words hung in space between us, a promise, a guarantee, indeed, a lifeli
The next thing I knew, I was taking very slow, calculated steps to the sitting room in a bid not to alert Adrian about the storm brewing inside me. Each foot into this room, time seemed to swallow me in; underfoot, the floor trembled, as if poised to sink me and swallow me whole. I fell into a small chair and burst into a storm of sobs, burying my face between my palms. Gushes of tears which seemed to form a river of pain flowed down my cheeks, each drop a sore reminder of failure; and each sob bore witness to my agony.The very chair seemed to embrace me, its insufficient cushions replacing real comfort. I felt slaughtered, my emotions raw and naked, crying for what seemed forever, with my heart broken into a zillion pieces. Everything around me grew dim, shriveling upon the sound of my hitching breath and the feeling of tears streaming down my face. Alone in utter terror and despair, I truly was, with no lifeline in sight.The road to the wardrobe was one marked with a dulled purpos
The sensations almost overwhelmed me. The sheer mixture of his tongue and fingers began to push me over the edge. I could almost feel the orgasm building; my body began to tense in anticipation. Then, he just pushed it further. His tongue probed deeper, and his fingers stroked that magic little point that made my toes curl. I cried out as the orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, my body quaking under the impact.Adrian never did stop; his tongue continued to assault me while drawing out my orgasm to the point where I was just a jelly mess. Eventually, he pulled away with a smirk. "I enjoy making you cum," he said, ambiguous in his voice, mixing satisfaction and arousal.In a trembling, half-inebriate haze, I reached out for him; my fingers barely slid over his belt as I tried to hurry things. I slid down his pants and stroked him, going faster and faster until he was fully erect. I licked my lips and caught his gaze as I lowered my mouth slowly on him.He groaned when I took him in, and h
Adrian's hands slowly pulled out the disc player, his gaze unwaveringly set on me with determination. "Baby, let me play this so we can see everything with our eyes," he said softly, gently.As soon as it started playing, the screen came alive with a ghostly light as if to say the video had been started. Instead of the clean crisp images we had imagined, the video was blurry, with only vague outlines to visualize the faces of the people. Adrian's brow furrowed, his eyes narrowing further in disappointment as he realized that the file was corrupted. He moved his hands instinctively towards his phone, fingers tracing the edges of the screen as though it were a matter of life and death."I think this file is corrupt," he exclaimed, and with a nod turned towards me, showing by his expression that he understood that. I was too far gone for any consolation. To imagine my mom suffering at the hands of Samuel was no mean feat. A tsunami washing ashore engulfed me with emotions. The air thicke
In my frozen state, as if awakening from a sleep almost too deep to describe, a voice exploded into the starlight darkness with the command "Look at me." The deep, soft tone was a gentle command, echoing through my numb heart to my aching bones. So starkly cold and numb was I that it felt as though my only option was to obey that voice, to look towards the person addressing me. I slowly opened my eyelids, affording a half-hearted gaze at the figure before me.The more I engaged my eyes in the search for contours, the more my heart began to skip. So it was not Samuel, as I had been anticipating; it was Mr. Toby, his stony face lined now with age and concern. His grey hair-framed face, formerly dark brown, told me, alas, that time was passing. In bewilderment, I stood before him with questions racing through my mind.Mr. Toby had not just been my friend; he was like an uncle, a surrogate father figure for my upbringing. He had been our gatekeeper, the one keeping an eye on us, us being