ROSIANNAOn the way out of the hospital, I met my mother. With a happy shrill, I ran to her and hugged her tight.“My Rosy! How are you, baby?” she crooned as she patted my head.With a cool smile, I pulled away from her. “I’m fine. Since you came back, I haven't been able to visit, I’m sorry.”“Oh, it’s okay. I’ve also been too busy with the project, but I wouldn’t mind seeing my princess, you know.”“I missed you too.” I kissed her cheek, drawing in the familiar and comforting scent of her perfume. My mother and I had a beautiful relationship, and I love her so much.“Have you seen Santos!? Oh my, but he has grown up to become such a handsome young man. I almost couldn’t recognize him,” she said, awed.I smiled a little to conceal how I really felt. “You’re right. And yes, I’ve seen him.”“You’re going off now? But I just got here. Let’s go inside together,” she urged.I shook my head in protest. “I have to get to work. There are some new designs I need to examine for a client,” I l
SANTOSHer moans filled the air as I thrust into her body, riding her hard.“Fuck me more, baby,” she cried out, her hands gripping the bed sheet and squeezing.I picked her up from the club after work. There was so much tension inside of me, I needed a warm body to loosen up. My mind had been filled with thoughts of Rosianna as I worked. I couldn’t help remembering what her mother said, even after I convinced myself that I had heard wrong.Had Rosy really been kidnapped? When did that happen?“Oh, baby. Harder baby!” the woman moaned, drawing me out of my thoughts.I held her full hips and quickened the pace, the rush of pleasure coursing through me. I rode her roughly, hard and fast, spanking her ass rhythmically.“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Her gasps filled the air and kept escalating until it turned into loud cry and she came hard.I closed my eyes and rode for my satisfaction, and it didn't take long for me to come with a groan too. I pulled away from her and disposed of the condom. Afterw
“What are you doing here, Rosianna? I came here to rest my head. You are not supposed to be here,” he stated simply when he got really close to me.His close proximity was messing with my head. It took my brain a few seconds to catch up with what he said. “I'm not here for you,” I managed out.He moved closer into my personal space until his body was pressed against mine. “You know what, Rosy? You really shouldn't follow a man like this just to get fucked.” He sounded amused.I interpreted the message a few seconds later and sputtered with indignation. I shoved him really hard, but it was like trying to move a wall, although I got him to take a step back.“You arrogant, conceited, delusional bastard! I would not fuck you if you were the last man on earth!” I shouted, angry. His words touched a nerve.Clearly, he was enjoying himself, looking so amused. “Temper, temper. You look so good even when you're feigning anger.”“I'm not feigning anger. I'm angry, you sonofabitch!”“Tsk, tsk, t
ROSIANNAFour hours later, I finally came to grips with the fact that I was stranded on the island with Santos. I finally came to grips with the fact that there was no going back—at least not then. It was a frightening realization. Aunt Mariah should have waited for me to come back. I didn’t care that she was older and she was just trying to help; I planned on paddling her colorful ass!Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm myself. I was seated in the room’s king-sized bed next to Santos’s, and I wondered how the next few days would be. I had nothing there—no clothes, shoes, creamer, or soap. No pills.Especially my pills. I swallowed tightly and wondered how to get out of the situation. Santos’s presence was already affecting me. More contact with him and I wouldn’t be able to avoid the consequences. The craving. The raw hunger. The deep crawling for satisfaction.I wouldn’t be able to avoid it, I wouldn’t be able to stop it. I shuddered to think what would happen to me when that tim
ROSIANNAI knocked, but the door was open, so without thinking, I walked into his bedroom. Suddenly, I wished to God that I didn't. Santos was sprawled out on the bed wearing only a pair of black shorts, revealing his wide bare chest. He was watching a movie that had a kissing scene going on. A very French kiss.“Oh, who do we have here?” he drawled lazily, looking so relaxed with his hands supporting his head like a pillow. Really looking at him, I got the feeling that he wasn't as relaxed as his poise suggested. In fact, a snake curled up waiting to strike came to mine. I eyed him warily, walking into the room and closing the door behind me.“I wanted to ask something of you,” I began.He released his hands and sat up. “Alright, Rosy-baby. Ask and it shall be given on to you,” he quoted seductively.I bit my lips to keep from telling him that he had a one track mind. Instead, I swallowed tightly. “I need some clothes from you. Even if it's just your shirt.”“Ahh...clothes.” He nod
SANTOSRosianna had been holed up in her room the entire day. She never came out once and it was night now. I was beyond frustrated, glaring at the closed door of her room. Would it be irrational if I kicked that door open and shook some sense into her stubborn ass?It would be irrational, I concluded. I shouldn't have allowed her to take so much food yesterday and put in the fridge. All that fruit...even when she carried the microwave in. Now she’d stay in her room all day, watching one erotic movie after another. I knew this because I passed by her door and heard moans. Low. Throaty. Sometimes, they even sounded pained...Strange that I didn't hear any male groans. Did that mean that Rosy was into watching lesbianism porn? Kinky, I thought with a smile.I took another sip from the wineglass and was about to get up and go out of the house for some fresh air when the moans broke out again from her room.There was no mistaking it this time. Pained moans. Like someone was in pain. In
SANTOSDrugged. Rosy was drugged.I didn’t know how but it can't be mistaken. She's high on some kind of drug that's starting to cause her real pain. Why would Rosy take a sexual-enhancing drug? Clearly, she doesn't want this...so why?She had been like that since last night. All those moans I thought were from porn came from her. But how was that possible, for Christ sake!? As I laid her on the bed, I couldn’t get the image of her lying there on the floor, drenched in sweat and moaning repeatedly out of my mind. Unbidden, the memory came to me. She looked exactly like she did on that clip Jason sent to me years ago. I used to think she was like that because she was enjoying the sex, but now I'm forced to think otherwise. Could it possibly be that everything wasn't as it seemed? Could it be that she was high on drugs? Dread filled me. “Santos...! Santos...!” She gasped out suddenly, drawing me out of my thoughts. I watched as her body spasmed there on the bed. She reached for me and
“Better?” he asked urgently as he lowered me to the bed.I laid back, breathing hard, staring up at him. I was wearing only my drenched panties, but they felt too tight on my heated skin. The physical sensation against my flesh was intolerable. Reaching for the elastic waistband of my panties, I pulled them off so that I was lying naked on the bed. I wanted to hide, to disappear. I didn’t want to be the person this was happening to. I've never wanted to be that person.But there was no choice. No choice at all.“Rosy, baby what's going on with you?” Santos asked, his hand raised to my face as he removed strands of hair from my damp forehead.“I'll tell you everything afterwards. Just...” I rolled my head against his shoulder. “Hold me.”“Anything. Just tell me what you need.”“I’m okay now. Kinda okay, sort of. I know it’s going to claw up at me again, I can feel it—crouching like a panther. Ready to spring at me.”His lips stroked against her hair, slid to my mouth.“Santos, take of
I swallowed twice and turned back to face them. I stared at Jason’s parents. Marde’s parents. Kain’s parents.They’d visited so many times during the months, and they’d asked forgiveness many times. The mothers cried often, and the fathers always looked regretful. I’d repeatedly told them the same thing: “It wasn’t their fault what happened. There is nothing to forgive because the sins weren’t theirs. They are not responsible for the actions of their children.”My only happiness as I looked at them was that they have other children apart from the prodigal sons. Jason’s parents still have one daughter who’s married already. Marde has two more siblings, a brother and a sister. Kain’s parents had one other man who was Kain’s younger brother.I smiled at them and took turns hugging them all and thanking them for coming to my wedding ceremony. They all looked relieved, and it made me wonder about the kind of welcome they had expected to receive.I really had no problem with them. Already,
“R-Rosy?” I focused closely on her face, my chest thumping fast as tears slipped from her closed eyes.Slowly—ever so slowly—her eyes opened.“Rosy! Baby!” I got up and hovered over her. The tears I was trying to control started swimming down right then.“Santos...” she whispered breathily.That voice. That voice that I’ve missed so much! “Oh, Rosy! Thank you, baby. Thank you for coming back to me. Doctor!” I shouted.More tears slipped from her eyes, and she gave me a tiny smile. “My Santos...”“God, I’ve missed you so much! So much! I thought you really left me!”Just then, the door burst open. The doctor and two nurses rushed into the room. The doctor’s face held surprise and a lot of relief as he took in Rosy.The next thirty minutes were the slowest and the happiest of my life. Rosy was back! Rosy was out of the coma!As the doctor herded me out of the room to examine her, I called everybody immediately when I got outside—starting with Rosy’s parents to mine, right down to Donald
In those two weeks, I had righted the wrong that was done to Rosianna.My adoptive sister.My friend.My fiancé.My woman.It made me feel peace. A peace that would have been complete of Rosy was awake. If Rosy's condition was getting any better.Two months later, I stood in the doctor's office, refusing to sit. I dreaded that I had an idea what he wanted to say to me, and I had a gut feeling that it was not something I wanted to hear.So I folded my arms and stood across the wall, leaning against it. I narrowed my eyes in irritation and watched the older doctor as he swallowed nervously as if contemplating how to go about what he had to say.He began. “I think you should start preparing yourself both mind and body—”“Don't fucking say it, doctor,” I cut in.“—that Rosy might never wake again.” “I told you not to fucking say it!” I roared angrily.The doctor grimaced sadly. “Look, son...”“I'm not your damn son!” I could hardly breathe against the tightening of my chest.Yes, these p
Santos shoved the newspaper away from his face. “Your apology is in the wrong place, Jason. You should apologize to Rosy, not me. I'm not the woman you brutalized and almost ruined her life!”“What...?”Santos looked him dead in the eyes. “Do you know that for the past six years, she never had control of her body? She became a sex addict and can't stay more than a few days without a man or the damn pain comes back worse! You know the pain, right? The one you just went through!?” “Holy...fuck!” Jason paled, horrified.“Holy fuck is right, you asshole! You ruined her life! She can't even bear a child because of what you did to her! And she's in a coma right now, fighting for her life!” The more Santos talked, his voice raised a notch until he was shouting. Jason cried harder. Santos's pain over Rosy's life escalated.“I-I didn't know! I'm sorry; I didn't know!” Jason's face touched the floor in that kneeling position and he cried.Santos said nothing again. Minutes passed while Jason r
I spent all night with Jason. Watching him scream. Curse. Plead. Watching his own drug torture him. During some part of the night, I started feeling pity for him, but just as soon as the feeling lit up, Rosy's face in crisis came clear to my mind. The fire of pity quenched as soon as it started.At first, he'd kept screaming for a woman to fuck, thinking I was gonna give him one. That wasn't the way the plan was supposed to work. I told him about the recorders I came with and that he'd make a record of confessing everything he did. The best kind of evidence was a confession that comes straight out of the mouth of the culprit.“Screw you!” he'd shouted those first times, refusing to do it.I expected it. I had nothing else to do, so I just waited him out.As the night lengthened, he went from screaming and cussing, to begging and pleading. His hands were tied behind his back so he couldn't jack off. He fucked thin air repeatedly, but he couldn't get relief. His hips were thrusting up
SANTOSWhen Jason came out to the sitting room, I counted the seconds he walked closer to me and handed me the memory card that contained the clip.“You can watch it again, man. What Rosy and I did was consensual,” he grumbled as he handed it to me.I barely restrained myself from punching him long enough to take the clip from him. Then I punched him square in the nose...and broke it.“Motherfucker!” he cussed as he palmed his nose and shot away from him.I stared at the small memory card that had ruined Rosy's life. With a grunt, I squeezed hard and broke it in three places.“Fuck! What are you doing, San?” Jason roared.“I'm destroying what you've used to ruin Rosy's life for the past six years,” I stated simply, and I hadn't gotten up from where I sat.“I've got no idea what you're accusing me of,” he bit out, enraged. Damn, but I've never seen a better actor.I stared at him, trying to see that bloke that used to be my fucking friend. All I saw was a monster in human flesh. God, w
SANTOSI was right about one thing. Staring at Jason was like staring at the devil himself.As I watched him close the door and walk deeper into the house, I didn't hide the disdain in my eyes. I definitely didn't hide the rage I was feeling.“So, what are you doing here, San-man?” he asked as he headed towards the fridge.I gave him credit. He didn’t look scared or ridden with guilt like Marde. A pro criminal. “Oh, but I think you know why I'm here, Jason. Let's cut to the chase, shall we? By the way, you still look as good as ever.”“You don't look so bad yourself.” The bastard was even smiling. “Long time so see.”“Yeah. After you called me on the phone that night several years ago, I guess I lost touch with everything. No man wants to hear that his best friend slept with his woman.”He shook his head at that, even managed to look miserable. “I'm really sorry about everything. I'm also at fault. I should have resisted her allure. It’s just that Rosy has always been a very sexy man.
The information slammed through me like a moving truck jerking me out of my goddamn mind. This was worse than I thought. “My God. Jason, is a demon.” I glared at Marde. “Jason killed Kain! That bastard killed Kain, and you kept the secret this whole time? You’re a killer, just like him.”He laid there like a cat caught in a web, saying nothing. Although I had anger and resentment for Kain, I felt bad for what Jason did. Kain was the only one of the three that felt remorseful. That wanted to right their wrongs. The only one with a conscience. He didn't deserve to be killed that way.“What happened to the tapes?” I could barely ask through the fog that clouded my throat.“The man was supposed to extract the tapes after the accident, but before he could, Kain's car caught fire. Everything burned to the ground.”I felt lightheaded at that bit of information. “So, there's no tape?” I asked, to make sure of everything.“There's one remaining. A one minute clip video that Jason watches day a
“Police, arrest that man! You saw the way he came to my house and assaulted me!” Marde whined, wincing in pain.One of the policemen flashed him his badge. “Mardisone Dick, you are under arrest for the kidnapping and raping of Rosianna Bells. For attempted murder also, and for possession of an illegal drug. You are advised to remain silent, for anything you say will be used against you in a court of law.”Marde's eyes widened in panic and horror. “No, no, no! I can't go to jail!” he shrieked.I cut in. “Of course, you can go to jail. You'll be deported back to the States, and You are going to jail. Trust me Mardisone, you'll be getting nothing short of a life sentence and hard labor.” I walked closer to stand in his face. “I'll make sure you and Jason get that sentence even though it's a jail sentence for first-degree murder.”Marde's eyes widened as I spat the furious words at him, and then he started crying and pleading with me.It was all working according to plan. I continued. “I