I LOWERED MY LEFT BRA STRAP, and noticed his devilish eyes nibbling at my breasts..

His tongue slid around his mouth, dripping his saliva made of lust. My sex trembled as I stretched my arms quickly, finding little to no space to breathe.

His right arm slithered soothingly on my left arm, as did his left arm once I lowered the right strap. I watched myself burn as he lighted with his cock.

His voice, perfect for fucking, echoed through my structure, a reason why my nipples hardened... like my hunger. I struck hard once he grabbed me, pulled me to his cock and blasted my lips with a sweet kiss. I was distracted by his viscous tongue and his hot air released from his flaring nostrils.

His face was perfect, except for the fact, he was being consumed by heavy moans. I stole a glimpse and caught the faint sight of his hard cock, bulging from it, was his large cockhead. It stared at me, until my gaze was broken by another kiss.

I grabbed his hard cock, sliding it up and down. He was quick to reward with passionate fucking. There were no thoughts around me, not until the sudden thrust of his cock caught me. As every slick, hard inch filled and stretched me, the delicious splash of pain rose up quickly.

“Kiss me,” I could barely breathe as my arms twisted around his back. His staggering lips flew across an inch to land on my lips. His hard groan ripped through his mouth, and was followed by his slippery tongue attacking mine.

His lips provided a distraction from his dirty finger. I didn’t notice his left hand slowly falling down to my butt cheeks, but I did notice them digging into my bottom.

Stinging pain came out of me as he thrust against the same spot. He hit my G-spot quite well like a wild animal. That’s how I sounded. “Drake I think I’m gonna come.”

I can still hear those mumbles running through my mind.

Drake’s moan still makes me tick...

***

I finishing slurping the can of RedBull and toss it out of the little truck.

“Positive thoughts,” my request isn’t satisfied well. It probably comes from my mad side, or rather the thing that’s making me wanna end a few people’s lives.

Seven to be exact.

Seven people who have ruined my life in anyway you could imagine. My eye catches the street sign with the words: Dotima Street, written in capital white letters. The cheers of children rush through my ears, almost making me escape from the thought of killing.

I try to justify myself as an innocent, simply out to get even. My twin, Anna, and her group framed me for a murder. Now, I believe I’m inclined for some justice. I didn’t escape prison two times, get beaten by them, and go to a military training base for nothing.

I smile at my accomplishments, but it slowly fades.

There is the sudden feeling of familiarity coursing through my body. I then experience a sudden chill in which it races through my spine.

The chill that a kid feels when they break the rules, that chill when the doctor breaks the cold news to you or when your partner leaves you.

To me, however, the chill finds me as soon as my eyes flicker to the exterior of my vehicle. My mind then becomes consumed by memories. The memories aren't pleasant, causing me to hide them in my mind. Changing my thoughts, I make a poor choice and decide to concentrate on the heavy blue sky above.

It devours the horizon, making it lovely scenery. My eyes then catch the sudden house that corresponds to the source of some of the memories. It's now that I stop the car, with my emotions in control of my body. A thought then emerges becoming the dominant of my mind:

"Is this his house?"

Pain emerges in my head from these horrid emotions and the memories. The bloody pain doesn't only stay in my head but it finds its way to my heart. I feel my heart reaching my throat attacking me. It beats like a hammer, one that is pounding a person.

The atmosphere is pushing me away. My head sinks to the steering wheel while my breaths fall down to my lungs. I stare directly at my red pocket-knife. I cock my eyebrow as I catch my reflection... I can’t believe this is really going to happen.

Biting my lip, I get out of the car slowly and the wind hits my face, refreshing it. It was something I needed from all of the shit that was happening to me. I scowl with frustration and mentally curse at myself for subjecting myself to this damn experience.

Fuck me and fuck them. If only I had my opened my mouth, this shit wouldn't have happened to me.

"Samantha, what's your plan?" I ask myself the dull and pointless question. I'm going to try to kill someone who told me you should always have a plan and a plan B! Planning a murder isn’t as easy as one thinks. When I was younger, my brain was drawn to the TV for all of those damn murder TV Shows. I remember once, watching Deadly Women, and all I could think about was how brave and smart those women were... until they were caught.

I’d never be caught.

"Study and easily," I try to reassure myself but it isn't working. With anger attacking me, I force myself to take a few steps. Each step I take is an apology to myself. I would be the last person to say I have fear. But for some reason, which cannot be explained, I feel fear drowning me.

Perhaps it's against me, and perhaps I have no power.

As I'm a couple of feet from the door, the face of Drake Storris runs into my mind.

Such a lovely face, such a lovely body, such a sexual person with fucking torture in him.

The sexual encounters I experienced with him were pleasant of course, but I never enjoyed his kinky sex and his brutal fists that would always find their way to me. Now that I think of sex, I feel as if my own vagina is craving it like a drug. I don't really consider myself to be a slut since I've only been with one partner. Somehow my own sex had gotten the idea that it would never touch another man except for Drake.

I finally manage to reach the goddamn door without realizing the consequences.

I can't move a muscle, and I can't feel anything except for those overpowering feelings that are building in me... Making me believe that I'm frozen in my own skin. My eyes stay glued to the door as I try to encourage myself to give it a knock.

“Come on Samantha!”...

***

I believe it was the age of nine that I became friends with Drake. True, to some he was my enemy and to some, he was my fuck boy. I too cannot even distinguish when it comes to our relationship. I did, however, enjoy his sense of strength. The young man would protect flying fists originating from Anna or her group from finding me and thrusting my body into hell.

However, our spiralling and odd relationship shifted into complete hell when we were at the age of fourteen. I had just hit puberty along with my twin Anna and both of us instantly became sexually active. We were at the local park and I was on the swing. I was surrounded in depression, flying into a world of hopelessness.

I had a fucker at home whom I sadly called dad. It was useless to try to break free from all torture I was experiencing, but, then I felt something was jumping inside of me; it was vomit. The vomit thankfully provided a nice distraction from my depression.

The old swing kept releasing its many clacks as I slowly stopped it from my developing sickness. Anna and her friends walked over to me, forcing me to get off the pathetic swing. 

"You're sitting on my seat hon," said Anna, her eyes growling at me. I didn't let my emotions get the best of me, even though I wanted to refuse. My fist wanted to attack her, but I didn't dare try to.

I bit my tongue in an effort to keep the words 'bitch' and 'fucker' from coming out of my mouth. Perhaps I could be called a submissive, as I couldn't do anything but surrender.

My feet came in contact with the dirt ground, but my eyes didn't break free from her. I opened a path for her, to lead her to the swing and took a step away. I was one step closer to safety, making me believe all well end well.

I was dead wrong.

I felt misery when the first few fists flew across my face. Pain attacked my body, flooding me in hell. That's when the source of hell came again, with a harder fist. It came from Anna's lover, Martin. That goddamn pain became the dominant of my body, and it wouldn't go away.

I couldn't scream, my vocal cords were already too damaged and too afraid. I had a bit of hope, and that's what allowed me to cope. Four more years and the road to freedom and joy would finally end. These thoughts kept away from pain. My plan in life after I became eighteen, was to, apply for financial aid and move all the way to Chicago. Far, far away from ‘Dad’ and Anna. Drake and I would eventually split, as I didn’t believe in long-distance-relationships.

But that was far from reality.

At some point I realized the actual pain, the actual action that these monsters committed wasn't painful. The fear was more painful, but I never stopped hating them. Most wise-folk have said: The way out is forgiveness.

The possibility of forgiving them would never be born. They deserve to be punished! PERIOD!!! I grew immune from the fists, but somehow those wretched and horrid fists disappeared. My eyes stayed closed, afraid to even glance at the world. I then caught the sound of shrieks. Shrieks that flew from Martin who was being attacked by Drake.

"Don't you hurt me Storris! I think I kinda think you're a fit for us," Martin roared. My eyes stayed shut, my ears, however, roamed them.

"Me? Apart of your group?" The young man gasped at the thought of it.

And that's when he would come at me, with fists but they were fists of love. Drake entered Anna's group, as we had no time together. He had a fetish for beatings and when he hit me, he didn't mean it as he claimed:

"Love hurts,"

I never understood people. I often found myself writing about them, in an effort to release my pain. Most of the time it would work, and it brought wonderful poems.

People, People, People,

Can you solve this riddle?

They are senseless human monsters,

Who turned into feelings' hunters,

Just to be fine with themselves,

And not to care for anybody else,

People, People, People,

Some can play the fiddle,

Eating souls for dinner,

While everybody's a sinner,

For then, nothing will matter,

Whether calling me Mad Hatter,

Quoting 'Never Say Never'

But they're never better.

Oh please give me a cause,

For you to take an applause,

None of them will be decent,

And that's their hymn for the weekend,

Waking up overnight,

I need to hold my heart tight,

Got plenty of time to pray,

Afterwards I'll run away.

People, people people,

Samantha's in the middle,

Wanna catch her breath?

Put her right to death?

Now I ask 'Who is Who'

I don't even know who you are.

Humans gain 1000 masks,

Because of that I'll kick some ass,

When all humans lie,

That's my time to die,

And in all places I wanna,

I'll always listen to a piece of Nirvana...

***

God bestowed my body with power as somehow, I manage to find strength and knock on the door. Instant fear races through my body forcing me to run. Is it possible for your heart to stop but it keeps beating? That's what I feel as I scurry on and dash towards the bush at the side of the house, as it was the only place I could find to hide.

Breaths enter my body and I don't want to let them go. I feel relieved but that quickly becomes murdered as soon as the door creaks open. My eyes then begin to process the figure of a woman. A figure belonging to a woman who has tortured me for life.

A woman known as Sabrina Storris, who married my ex-lover, Drake, and destroyed my body, physically, emotionally and sexually...

***

When I was fifteen I had that feeling that most girls do. I realized that I still didn't explore my sexuality. I wasn't sure if leaned towards females or to males. My heart didn't choose so I couldn't choose. I still wanted to fuck, that was a goal I had set for myself.

My father yelled at me almost every day. In a few words, this man would abuse me. I had no relationship with that asshole nor did I want to have one. Nobody believed me, I was a psychotic kid to him or her, and it more than likely made me think about death.

'He's your father, what are you talking about? I've never heard a child say that about their parent."

My ears became familiar with those words. Those words were what others would say to me after I confessed the truth to them. I remember for my Christmas wish list, I'd always jot down death. I often wondered about ending it, ending my life. It was a sin so I couldn't pick the knife up and slide it down my wrists.

My relationship with the lord, is something I take pride in, but I often hide it from others. I always wear a golden cross necklace. I often wondered if death would be a better alternative as nobody cared for me. But when the topic came for love my dad laughed.

I dismissed him. I longed for a mother and he couldn't give me one. He was dating a nice woman named Rachel, and she would be there by my side. But I had no one to talk to. My thoughts would be killing me as I couldn't unleash them. I do admit, I was actually anti-social.

I would dash to the creek after school; it was the only place for me to be alone with my troubling and humble thoughts. I would love to smell earth's beauty and the beautiful nature. While I was sitting on the ground and feeling relaxed... It happened. It was at that moment when Sabrina appeared like a ghost. I shut my eyes trying to think it was a dream. She then touched me.

Her finger was too cold for it to be part of a dream, so it wasn't worth pinching myself to wake up from a developing nightmare. I found the courage and strength, to open my eyes. She looked at me, her eyes piercing at my soul. Her lips then gave me an erotic smile that lingered into the air.

"Samantha... I love your sister," Sabrina tightly closed her eyes, moved her mouth upwards and almost collapsed on the ground. Only a few inches away from me, she began to touch herself.

I don't recall what I was thinking. I do believe that one thought appeared in my head

'Oh, she means as a sister.'

I then knew she wasn't going to beat me or tell Anna's group members I was there. That wretched fear left me and I knew that she only wanted to talk to me, it surprised me a lot. My body trembled at the thought of it. I couldn't stop shaking, my body was truly against me.

"If you want her as a sister... Take her, we can even switch places. Give me your family, I'll give you mine," my sentence was way cockier than expected. My sarcasm wasn't refreshing, at least not to me.

"I want to kiss her body and make her feel like my world," she muttered while licking her lips. She then stared at me for a few moments, as she began to hold her breasts tightly.

I then screamed inside of myself.

No one could have guessed that Sabrina had desires for a female. I didn't want to show my fear because it's rude but a sense of awkwardness filled our space. Her eyes were flushed with concern, making me wonder how she felt.

"What did you say?" I don't know how the fuck I managed to say those words after all of that shock that was racing through my body.

"She turns me on... My vagina dances when I see her,"

Sabrina was being very serious. I felt bad for her, Anna would never want her. Sabrina kept tapping her finger on a rock as she waited for the answer, numbing my fear.

"Oh, is that so," I muttered. I disliked the words I had said. Sabrina was also disappointed by the words that came out of my mouth, but there was nothing I could do about it. I found peace and quietness in me, and I didn't want to let it go.

"Can you tell her?"

"Sabrina, even though we aren't friends and you practically enjoy beating the shit out of me... I need to tell you she isn't that type of girl." I was actually glad that the bitch couldn't have Anna. That's what she deserved since she beat the hell out of me.

"Well, when I see you I see her... Maybe you are?"

She said it so quietly; my ear almost didn't catch it. I knew I was getting myself in trouble, but I couldn't see myself running away. I took pleasure in her company and of course, in her scent; it made me lick my lips. Her voice was so perfect, it was that of a high quality. The melody was similar to that of a bird; it made me want to stay.

Before I could say anything she leaned towards me, and her lips went on mine.

I enjoyed her mouth's texture. She had soft lips that were moist. I went along with her as our tongues met each other. But then my heart yelled at me. My lips escaped from hers as I leaned back. My face looked as if it had just witnessed a massacre. She just looked at me and I looked at her.

"Don't be afraid." She said to me. Her voice was so sensual. It lingered into my ear. My heart kept pounding, but my body didn't listen to it. I lunged for her, throwing her back onto the ground. I then devoured her left breast. They hardened quickly and became much darker. My sex wanted to be invaded and it wanted her.

I ripped my shirt off quickly as I felt the first drop of rain. In a matter of moments, we were being showered.

"I'm not letting H2O ruin this," I roared as I pulled her shirt down completely, and exposed her nipples. My teeth bit down her soft nipple and it forcibly caused her to release a wild moan. Her hands then began to crawl down my pants giving me the sense of beauty as soon as they touched me, and my vagina.

"Be mine," her little mouth released those words as I nibbled her thin neck.

***

I snap myself out of my sexual past, and my eyes catch Sabrina, who simply starts to walk inside; perhaps she has no idea I'm even here. In a matter of seconds, I force myself to walk to the door.

Improvisation is key to me. I begin to think of a plan but that quickly breaks when I begin to think of the memories. Since I was young I stood alone and felt small. It was depressing to think I'd stay there.

Looking in the mirror a few times, I found myself hating the disgusting figure that stared right at my eyes. A long road indeed to find my precious hope, but I kept telling myself that I could handle it...

***

Usually, I'd be able to build a wall to block my tears. It kept me together, in one piece. Nevertheless, I'd be physically shattered by my father, or rather Fred Ripply. When his lion roars would bounce around our house, his spit would jump from his tongue and find their way to my lips.

"You're shit. No man would ever want you," he'd say. I never thought I'd see the Devil's eyes, but seeing my father's eyes was close enough.

I lay there, under him and felt his pulse bulging at me. The icy cold depths of the world had come upon me; it was if time was frozen. All that could be heard were the sheets' movement and his breath. My screams were worthless, as not even the air reacted to them. His beefy stomach pressed against my back, as he would keep thrusting himself into me.

The pain was attacking my body; it had found me after his fists became my best friends. I'd see them every single day right after school. The words that leaped from his tongue weren't pleasant; they'd even cause my ears to bleed.

My geography teacher had told me that there were thousands of rivers in the world. Each day she'd show me a new river on the world's map. Each day when he'd beat me and I'd cry to my pillow, a river of tears would be formed. I'd name them after the rivers my teacher showed me. One day it would be 'Amazon' or the next it would be 'Mackenzie'.

His arms held mine tightly, blocking my blood from flowing. That was when I made my tiny little wish. A wish that my soul would flow into the universe somewhere but it couldn't. I was trapped in a bubble made of acid that would continue to get larger and larger. I could fight but I had no weapons except for my bratty little teenage mouth. As I tried with all of my power to escape his hands, it would rain slaps across my face.

Misery bled to death, it practically drowned me. My eyes gazed at the pillow in front of me. I then flickered them around before seeing myself being tortured.

***

At first, I thought that Drake would hold my hand tight and never let me go. Well now, years later, I'm thinking if I should punch his wife's face and use his advice.

Drake always told me to think before you do. But this time was different as I begin to knock again. My legs are rambling telling me to move.

The idea of not moving is forcibly the dominant of my mind. The door opens quickly and with a matter of seconds, here I am, face to face with one of the people responsible for framing me for a murder and for abusing me. I give birth to a sinister smile, I then I scan the young woman. Thick blonde hair with plenty of makeup on her rigid face, hiding her true disgusting face.