THE BRUTE FROM HELL

"How are you, Prisca?" Mr. SK asked as they both walked through the hallway of SK's house.

"Fine," she replied as she put her hands into the pocket of her hoodie.

"Be plain with me Prisca, are you recovering your fanbase? any positive vibe from your fans?" Mr. SK asked again. With no words, she simply shook her head.

"That's alright, you'll recover them in no time. How about your family? Have they spoken to you ever since?" He asked, she nodded her head again.

Mr. SK heaved a sigh and said, "Everything is going to be alright my dear, trust me. You'll get over this and it would be as though none of these things ever happened ok?"

Prisca nodded, clenching her lips.

"You don't have to wear a long face every time Prisca. Yes, shit happened, but what are you going to do? Weep your eyes out? Cheer up my dear," Mr. SK said, patting her on the shoulder.

"I know you've been all by yourself, so I want to lighten up your mood. I doubt you remember that my birthday is next Tuesday?" He asked with a smile.

"Oh my God!" Prisca exclaimed, "Happy birthday in advance Mr. SK," she said excitedly as she threw her hands around him.

"Forgive me, sir," she continued, "This whole thing made me forget."

"It's okay," he said, smiling, "I want you to be there that day, at my place. The rest of the crew will be there. Friends will be there, top celebs will be there. I want you to take off your sackcloth and wear a beautiful you that day, it will be fun, I promise."

Prisca smiled and said, "Okay sir, I will be there."

"How is your work with Kid B?" Mr. SK asked as they stopped at a path that led to his office.

"He's a good chap. He's having some issues but we'll have that settled in no time," Prisca answered.

"Ok. He is a rookie, he doesn't know how the industry works. Put him through, and whatever you both are cooking, it better be good," Mr. SK said.

"Yes sir, it will be good," she assured as they both parted ways.

****

The following week came very quickly. On the morning of Mr. SK's birthday, she sent a text wishing him a happy birthday. Later in the day, she went to get presents for her boss.

Mr. SK's birthday party was going to start at 7:00 pm. So she called her stylist, Amanda, to come deck her up for the party.

"What are you going to wear?" Amanda asked,

"Something simple but stylish," Prisca replied.

"I'm pretty sure you are going to slay, girl. Please don't go there and snatch other people's men, I don't want any woman coming to fight with you," Amanda said as she was making her hair.

"Nothing like that is going to happen. I'm just going to have fun low-key," Prisca said, laughing.

"Mr. SK mentioned that other big celebrities were going to be present. My biggest turn-off was when he mentioned the whole crew was going to be present," she continued.

"What? Why?" Amanda asked.

"If the whole crew is going to be there, be is going to be there," Prisca said as Amanda applied some gel to her hair.

"Oh shit! That's true, but don't worry babe, don't let that weigh you down. You are going there to have fun, not to look at him. If you see him, take your eyes off him. Your beautiful eyes are not supposed to see things like him," Amanda said, still dressing Prisca's hair.

"Yeah, thanks babe," Prisca said.

"And….we are done. You are going to steal other women's boyfriends and husbands today. You look hot, my princess," Amanda praised.

Prisca looked at herself in the mirror. She kept turning her head from side to side to get a good view of her hair, then she smiled and nodded.

"Let's see what you are wearing…"

****

At 8:03 pm, Prisca drove into Mr. SK's mansion. Although she was excited, she had butterflies in her stomach. She won't feel comfortable if Clem was around her, but she pushed the feeling outside and alighted from her car.

She walked into the building with a box of presents in her hands. Mr. SK's mansion was a glorious sight to see, it was the epitome of architectural prowess.

A lot of people were present at the party. Prisca had always known Mr. SK to be a people person but the number of people present was jaw-dropping.

She spotted Mr. SK, walked up to him, and wished him a happy birthday. She embraced him and gave him the box.

"Thank you very much, Prisca, I'm very grateful," he said and handed it over to a steward. "Come with me," he continued, "I want to introduce you to some of the big names in the industry."

He introduced her to big artists and industrialists at the party. They all spoke kindly to her, some of them sympathized with her regarding the release of her sex tape and the loss of her fanbase.

She met legends and icons in the music industry, took pictures with them, and played games with them.

All the while she was there, she hadn't caught the scent of Clem, let alone seen him, which gave her some relief.

The performing artists entertained the guests and invitees, electrifying the atmosphere.

In the middle of the event, Mr. SK came out and asked to give a speech.

"A good evening to everyone present at this hour. I want to seize this opportunity to thank as many of those who dimmed it fit to be here today to celebrate me, I am indeed very grateful."

"As much as I acknowledge today as my day, I also want to celebrate someone special, someone full of talent and charisma. A youngster who is zealous and passionate about her career and her music."

"Ever since I started working with her, she has been the face of my record label. The success I have achieved today, the awards we have received, SK records owes it all to this beautiful individual."

"Put your hands together for my angel, my daughter, Prisca!"

The whole audience gave a thunderous applause. Prisca had a broad smile on her face and she waved and blew a kiss to Mr. SK.

He continued, "You are a wonderful person, a beautiful soul. We are all aware that you are having some issues in your career at the moment, but we want you to know that we care about you and we have you at heart."

"Thank you all once again. Enjoy the rest of the party." He got down from the stage and walked towards Prisca who gave him a warm hug.

From that moment, Mr. SK treated Prisca like it was her own birthday. He introduced her to business managers and figureheads in the state.

He called her when it was time to cut the cake and asked her to sing for the audience which she did reluctantly. Everyone almost forgot that day was Mr. SK's birthday because of the attention she got.

When she was tired of the "meet and greet" thing, she went over to the bartender and asked for a glass of Margarita.

"I'll have that too," said a voice that Prisca could vividly recognize. She took a hard gulp and turned to her side, seeing Clem sitting by her side and smoking a cigarette.

"What's up bitch?" He asked, puffing out smoke.

Prisca gave no reply. She stood up and walked briskly to the restroom. She washed her face and stared at the mirror, wondering why he showed his ugly self when all seemed to be going well.

Soon she heard a knock on the door, "Who is it?" She asked. The knock sounded very masculine. Her heart started beating as she began to pace backward.

The door opened before she and Clem walked right into the restroom. He had a hand in his pocket and still had the cigarette with him. He walked slowly towards the mirror and stared at his image, smiled, and turned towards Prisca who was white with fear.

"Don't you have any shame? Any manners? Don't you know it's improper for you to walk into the restroom when a woman is using it?" Prisca asked, her voice trembling with fright and rage.

"Cut the bullshit Barbie, there's no use hiding anything from me, or anyone else," he replied with a wicked smile.

"You monster!" Prisca called and cursed at him.

He applied some sanitizer to his hands and said, "I'm so sorry, to be honest, I am. For everything. For the pain and the sorrow I caused you. I hope you've forgiven me?"

"Hell was made for people like you Clem, I can never forgive you," Prisca replied angrily.

He puffed out smoke and walked towards her saying, "I think of your beautiful face every time. Your beautiful voice rings in my head, in my sleep, and my thoughts. I have missed you, your touch, and your sweetness…"

He looked into her eyes and with both hands, he grabbed her buttocks. She pushed him and gave him a hard slap across the face.

"How dare you?" She asked,

"That wasn't necessary, baby," Clem said with his hand on his cheek, "I am not here to mince words or say bullshit. I am here because I want you."

"You have gone mad, you son of a bitch, you are responsible for every trouble I am facing right now, and you are here blabbing bullshit?" Prisca asked with her teeth clenched.

"I know," Clem replied softly, "and I said I am very sorry. I was a jerk, I didn't know what I was doing. I want us to put the past behind us and focus on the future that I and you will have."

"There is no future for me and a scumbag like you. Fuck you and your entire bloodline," Prisca retorted.

Clem pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Prisca, enraged by her words. Prisca suddenly lost her words and she fell back to the wall and shook with fear.

"All I wanted was a peaceful chat, but No! You want it the hard way. Now here is the hard way."

With one hand, he undid his belt and pulled down his trousers and boxers, revealing his rock-hard dick.

"W-Wh-What are y-you doing Clem?" Prisca stammered.

"Come over here and blow this cock," he ordered, still pointing the pistol to Prisca.

Prisca was mad with fear. Clem was going to rape her at gunpoint. She walked slowly towards him, her whole body shaking with fear.

"QUICKLY! and don't make a sound, else I'll blow your head off," Clem shouted angrily.

She got on her knees, held his dick with her hands, and slowly ushered it into her mouth.

"Yeah, good girl," Clem said as she finally took his whole length in.

She began to fellate him, bopping her head up and down as he thrust his hard shaft down her throat. She started crying, praying that someone should walk right in and save her from this son of the devil.

After a short while, he ordered her to stand up and take off her trousers. She began to beg him but he gave no heed to her plea. He threatened to shoot her again and then, out of fear, she took off her trousers.

He began to fondle her buttocks and uttered obscenities. With a gun in one hand, he bent her over the sink and spread her legs apart. He spat on his hand and used it to lubricate her lady part.

Prisca let out a yell as he thrust his shaft sharply into her orifice. He pointed the gun to her head and continued thrusting. Prisca was in pain, crying and begging him to stop but her pleas fell on deaf ears.

He kept slapping her hard on the face and spanking her buttocks, cursing her and telling her how awful of a person she was.

When he was close, he asked her to go on her knees. He started jacking off and asked her to open her mouth wide. With tears running down her cheeks, she obeyed.

He emptied his masculine fluid into her mouth and asked her to swallow it. When he noticed she was hesitating, he pointed the gun at her again and she forced the seminal content down her throat.

He laughed loudly and said, "I will always love you, no matter what you think of me,"

"May God punish you and curse the womb that bore you," Prisca muttered weakly.

Clem, filled with rage, hit Prisca so hard that she fell to the ground.

"Never say that again, darling, Never!" He said, putting on his trousers.

As soon as he was done dressing, he walked towards the door. "This remains a secret or your family gets it. It was nice to see you again baby," he said and shut the door behind him.

Prisca laid on the floor defeated. She couldn't see clearly. She saw shadows above her and slowly, the light began to fade before her eyes.

****

She was up a little while later, feeling sick and feeble at the same time. She managed to get to her feet, washed her face with water, dressed herself up properly, and found her way out of the restroom.

She headed to the bartender and asked for six shots of whiskey. She took each shot with vigour, wanting to drown in the pain of what Clem had done to her that night.

She got drunk in a matter of minutes and could barely walk straight. She picked up her bag and sought to leave when Mr. SK called her and said, "My darling, where have you been? I have looked everywhere for you."

"Why did you ask me to come here? Why?" She asked, crying.

"Is anything the matter?" He asked, looking worried.

She gave no reply and staggered out of the mansion.