She grabbed some change, soap and laundry, went down the stairs and into the laundry room. She set the machines and on her way back to her apartment she stopped by the mail boxes. There was no mail and when she turned around to go to her apartment, her hot biker neighbor stopped her to ask her a question about her tattoos. She walked towards him and in two seconds he pushed her into his apartment closing the door behind him. She got nervous since she had to go back to her husband. Her neighbor took her by her neck, dragged her to the bedroom at the end of the apartment and lay her in his bed. She tried pushing him but the pressure in her neck didn’t let her talk or scream. Barely gasping for air a tear came down her cheek. She just looked at his eyes when she felt her clothes coming off and his dick in her pussy. He loosened his grip on her neck and as much as she wanted to scream her throat was raw and only moans would come out as his huge cock impaled her over and over. After a while he turned her around and penetrates her anus, rough and raw he fucked her over and over. At this point she didn’t move or fight. She just let him take her shirt off rub her tits while he bit her neck. She didn’t fight it, and the thought of being raped just made her orgasm.
She started thinking if she was fucked up by actually having an orgasm in the middle of a rape. But then she felt it. She felt him ejaculate, she felt his dick twitch while he filled her asshole with his sperm. That’s when she came for the second time. She could smell the intoxicating sperm and it made her horny. He turned her around and shoved his dick in her mouth. She gagged, swallowed, and gagged again. He kept screaming at her to suck it, and she did. After a few minutes of him gagging her, he finally ejaculated and kept telling her to swallow. She did.
He took her by her arm and told her to get dressed. After she got dressed, she noticed blood was showing through her clothes. He looked at her and told her to go straight to her apartment. He grabbed her by her arm again and dragged her out of his apartment, closing the door behind her.
She sat on the stairs for a bit, then she went to the laundry room and grabbed her now washed clothes, she put them in the dryer and went to her apartment.
When she arrived at her apartment, her husband was still playing video games and didn’t notice she was gone for an hour. She went to the bathroom and took a shower. She then kept thinking of what just happened and ended up touching her now sore vagina. She rubbed it until she orgasmed again and blood filled her wet hand. She smiled and went to sleep without picking up her laundry.
In the morning the Superintendent knocked on the door. Her husband answered and the Super gave him the laundry she left on the dryer.
Her husband came back to the room and asked her about it. She said she wasn’t feeling well, and that’s when he started an argument as he usually did. He always seemed to find a reason to argue with her and make her miserable. So much that in the middle of this argument she wasn’t really there, she was thinking of the rape. Her husband seeing her lack of attention got upset and threw the laundry at her, walking away.
She sat there still thinking of the biker. She got dressed and went downstairs to see if she saw the biker. She hung around the front of the building for a few hours, but there was no sight of him…
After a few hours she went to the liquor store and bought a gallon of rum. Coming back, she saw the biker. This time he was with what it seemed to be his girlfriend. She looked at him in the eyes and he didn’t react. He turned around and went to his apartment with the girl.
At this point she was so upset. She wanted him to force himself on her again. She wanted to feel his cock in her; she wanted to feel him ejaculate on her over and over.
The question in her mind lingered for months after the incident… Is it rape when you end up loving it and craving it??????
Monday, March 21, 2011
the rape
John and Marcus
John and Marcus loved the same woman once. They were very different individuals that got driven by the sensuality and innocence of Violetta Mort.
Violetta was a married 28 year old woman who as many married house wives, was bored with her life. She had no children, she was unable to, and her husband did not believe in adoption. She always thought that he resented her for not giving him a child.
On a October night, Violetta decided to go visit her friend Briana, she lived about 20 minutes from her house, and Violetta enjoyed walking. The only problem was she did not know they way that well, especially at night. Every time she was there she was dropped off by her husband in the mornings or went in the afternoon for a dinner party. The night was windy and Violetta got confused with 2 streets, she wasn’t sure which one was the one to Briana’s house. She took the one she thought looked familiar, and her husband was on the phone asking her where she was. Violetta told him and he explained how near he was and that he could pick her up and drop her at Briana’s. Violetta reused, she hated the way he always treated her, like Alice in Wonderland. Like a little clueless child always trying to find her way in life.
She kept walking and hung up her cellular phone. The streets were dark and windy; there were no one in them. Suddenly a man comes from behind a car saying: Hello Mamacita!
Violetta was of Spanish descendent, her dark long curls and her blue eyes always gave her away, and she looked like a Spanish gypsy. But one thing she hated the most was when someone of Hispanic descendent called her mamacita. She hated that slang. She kept walking ignoring the attention; the man kept walking behind her and then another man of Latin origins as well came out of nowhere and bumped into her saying: Hey Chula, where are you going? He had a thick accent and she was feeling quite scared at this point. One more man came out of a backyard of a house with a long stick in his hand. She kept walking faster this time, and there it was, a red mustang came out of the following street, a blonde British man opened the passenger door and told her to get it. As she got in the car started speeding away from the three men. Violetta looking back with her heart racing didn’t realize she had dropped her phone in panic when she got in the car. Her husband kept calling nervous when he didn’t hear from her, but Violetta never answered. In the car the man said: -hi, I’m Marcus, are you okay? -yes, I’m Violetta, Violetta Mort. She said, with a gasping tone of voice.
Marcus told her how beautiful she was and how beautiful girls like her shouldn’t be walking the streets at night, especially in those neighborhoods. Violetta asked Marcus, what was he doing there then, he looked like a classy man himself. He told her he does real estate. Violetta told him to stop the car; she loved his accent and gentleness. Marcus stopped the car and Violetta sat on his lap, she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She started rubbing against him until he had a hard on. She unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock and licked her hand, moisturized his penis and shoved it in her. Just like that without protection or saying anything she had sex with him. She reached her orgasm and let him come in her. She got off, opened the door and disappeared into one of the houses.
Briana wasn’t home, as usual, she was a nurse who worked nights and her husband John was home, watching football. Violetta always let herself in, she called her husband and told him to pick her up in two hours, to cancel her celphone because she lost it, and as usually took off her clothes in the middle of the hallway and ran into the living room. She gave John oral sex and then fucked him in the couch and in the living room floor. They went to take a shower together, where John fucked her in the ass, since she always had a thing for anal sex. Finally when she was on her way out, John fucked her in the hall, and she slipped her dress on, put her sandals on and walked out, got into her husbands car and left.
While sitting in the car, her husband asked her questions, very often Violetta kept quiet or deferred any conversation by saying she had a headache. This time she told him how she had been talking to “Briana” and she had realized that he was so lame in the sac, that if he doesn’t do anything about it she will have to take in a lover. Bruce was impressed. He didn’t know if to cry or laugh, he thought it was a joke and kept quiet until they arrived at their house.
Once in bed, Bruce decided he was going to prove to Violetta he was good in bed, after all he had been sleeping with Briana and she never complained.
As usual, he was lame, but she faked an orgasm here and a thrill there. He fell asleep and Violetta as usual waited until he snored, sneaked out of the house got into Johns car, and fucked John in his SUV until it was light out. She got out and went back to bed, while Bruce turns around and asked her where was she. She told him, she was getting a glass of milk with honey because she couldn’t sleep.
The next morning, Briana and John had a BBQ get together, it wasn’t cold yet and they wanted to say buy to the summer with a little get together among friends. As usual Violetta made most of the dips and brought red wine. This was a regular BBQ, as always she sneaked every half hour to the up stars bathroom to fuck John or blow him. But it turn out that there was a familiar face among the friends, someone she had never seen in their parties before. It was Marcus, he was there looking at her and that’s when Violetta decides to go to him and ask him what was he doing there. It turn out he is a cousin of Johns high school ex-girlfriend who died in a car accident. John decided to keep his friendship with Marcus in respect and because that dead ex-girlfriend Cynthia was the love of his life. Not mentioning that Marcus became his best friend after selling Briana and John the house.
Violetta tells Marcus to wait for her in the second floor bathroom while she makes sure her husband is busy talking to someone or doing something that will take him a while. She finally finds him making hotdogs and hamburger at the grill, she knows he will be there for a while, and if he needs a bathroom, he will definitely use the first floor, after all he doesn’t want his meat to burn.
Violetta goes up the stairs and hears two voices, it was Marcus and John talking in the bathroom, she walks in and they both look at her. She was impressed and nervous; she didn’t know what to say. She had fucked both and was wondering if they knew. John realizes what was going on and he asked them if they knew each other. This is when they should lie, but Marcus takes the heads up and tells John: -this is the amazing girl I told you about. John opened his mouth in jealousy and at the same time he wanted to smile, feeling better now that he wasn’t the only one having an affair. Marcus too was married, and to whom. She was this tall ex-model like woman who never ate carbs and her breakfast was coffee and cigarettes. Her name was Camille. She was an Amazon, tanned and bleached almost white blonde hair. Camille was a bitch. No one not even John could stand the bare sight of her. She was repulsively annoying and was always in a bet with someone. She always had to win and John find out in the bad way. She screwed him in various bets and he had learned his lesson.
Violetta realized they knew about each other and she had an idea, she proposed a threesome. Marcus agreed right away and John said he would think about it walking out almost immediately to let them two enjoy a bit of privacy before someone found out, that someone being Briana.
Briana always knew all the men Violetta fucked. She didn’t know about John recently but she knew that before meeting John, Violetta had fucked him in various occasions. That’s how Briana ended up with him, she fell in love with all the adventures Violetta had with John and she wanted that too. But it turns out that lust and love are very different, and once you love, lust stops happening that often, and there’s too much respect for lustful thoughts. John respected Briana too much, to a point that he would never do anal sex on her, or call her names, or treated her like an object in bed. Briana begged him a few time to do so, that she loved it, but he never could. That’s when Briana and Bruce ended up having an affair. She always asked herself: why one can fuck someone else’s wife like a whore but not your own? It was a tricky question with many answers. She was thinking of how Bruce would fuck the brains out of her but he always told her that he couldn’t fuck Violetta like that for respect. John had begun his affair with Violetta after Briana stopped asking him for sex or letting him touch her. Violetta always slept with more than one man for a period of time, sometimes women too.
In the bathroom Violetta let herself be fucked and used by Marcus, she let him do anything and everything. She loved the attention and feeling wanted. After a sweaty session of pure sex and lust, Violetta came downstairs to join her husband at the grill. That’s when she was introduced to Camille, The old obnoxious Camille. The reason why Marcus married her was obvious, her money and fame. Other than that, she was the nastiest human being on earth. Camille as always, treated Briana as a made; she made her get her a drink, serve her food, even though it was a buffet and she even told her to prepare a salad without any carbs. Violetta in disgust seeing how this woman diminished her friend; decided to diminish her, to a point that Camille planned a plot to get rid of the incompetent little brat.
Camille had brought her brother Brian, who was her slave and her best friend. Some people said they were lovers, but not many liked her. Camille followed Violetta upstairs and found her fucking John. That’s when she planned the plot. She will have Brian, fuck Violetta and her husband will catch them. Brian was a very handsome bisexual man, he was up for everything.
Two weeks later Violetta, John and Marcus had the threesome, although Marcus and John never touched each other, they did fulfill Violetta’s fantasy of two men fucking her asshole and vagina at the same time. When Violetta reached climax, this time she squirted leaving John and Marcus in a pull of climaxed that would amused them to a point of fucking for two more hours. After everything they took a shower which ended in Briana giving oral sex to John while Marcus fucked her vagina, he also had his finger up her asshole which caused her to climax various times. Violetta always loved it when she felt used. She needed that to feel needed and confident.
A week passed and her love affair with Marcus and John grew. They both started getting jealous if she spent more time with one than the other, that’s when the threesomes became more usual until she wasn’t allowed to be with one or the other alone. Their sessions started taking more than five hours a day and John started calling out at the law firm just to have the whole day to have sex with Violetta and Marcus. Marcus also cancelled a lot of his real state appointments as well; they were neglecting their jobs while their sexual tension grew toward Violetta.
One afternoon, Camille had a flat tire near Bruce’s dealer. She did this on purpose, she knew he had a garage and that was the way to get to be his friend. Bruce was an easy going guy, he never got annoyed at anyone and he was quite boring. Camille and Bruce started a friendship pushed by her of course. She knew she wanted to destroy Violetta; she was gorgeous and promiscuous, just like Camille’s younger sister who she hated and threw down the stairs when they were teenager. Her sister is now paralytic from the neck down and she blows through a straw for her wheel chair to move. Camille was a tyrant and her sister knew, but she really couldn’t prove anything, it was ruled as an accident and therefore no one would believe her.
Camille and Bruce started a friendship which eventually let them to have sex one afternoon when Camille put a roofie in Bruce’s wine. For the first time, Bruce treated a woman with no respect. He fucked her in the ass and then made her suck his dick; he came all over her face, gagged her, and threw her around. Camille actually enjoyed it. Some say drugs make your personality show. I guess Bruce wasn’t a saint.
After a few weeks of Camille having an affair with Bruce, whom she enjoyed; she sent Brian after Violetta. One afternoon Brian pretended to be a gardener sent by Bruce. When Violetta called Bruce at work to ask him, he thought it was a gift from Camille so he told Violetta that he had hired the boy. Brian unlike John, Marcus and Bruce, was a young guy. He had a body to kill for and a smile to die for. Violetta being as sexual and easy as always fell for it and had sex with him in her backyard flower garden. They kept fucking in the shower, in the bed and in his pick-up truck. She always had a fetish of fucking in cars; it made her feel like she was in high school again.
Her love affair with Brian grew as the one with Marcus and John. It was time for Camille to intrude and get rid of her. Camille had fallen for Bruce and Bruce was still in love with Violetta. He often felt guilty for doing Camille, he even stopped doing Briana, and in many occasions he wanted to tell Violetta. But he was too scared that he might loose her. For Bruce, Violetta was a flower, that untouched by nature she was to remain. He hardly had sex with her because he didn’t want to feel like he was dirtying her. Violetta looked like a delicate flower, but she was a true Venus fly trap, a man eater.
One afternoon that Bruce was at work, Violetta had told him she was going to be at her mother’s. Bruce never got along with the mother. She was too neurotic for him and they never spoke. It turns out Violetta had plans with Brian at her house and Camille had arranged that while Violetta and Brian were fucking, she would make plans to go fuck Bruce at the house and that’s when Bruce will catch his innocent wife having an affair with “the gardener” being deflower by the young man over and over.
At 3:00p.m. Brian and Camille arrive at the house. Bruce notices that there’s a pick up truck in the garage. He couldn’t believe Violetta left the gardener working while she was out of the house. It was unlikely of her to be so trusting; then again she was a very social woman. He knew he had to get rid of the gardener, so he left Camille in the car and went to send the kid home.
Bruce walks in the house and hears noises on the second floor. He comes up slowly thinking that the gardener might be stealing. That’s when he grabs a gun from the linens closet just in case. He keeps going up the stairs until he’s eye levels the floor. He’s heart is immediately broken. He sees Violetta naked in the floor, doggy style, while Brian fucks her in her vagina and has a dildo in her ass. She has a dog collar, gag balls in her mouth, and she is enjoying it. He stands still for three hours watching all the positions, the different toys, the humiliation his wife goes through with this boy. He was disgusted, his flower was a filthy larva, and he just felt crushed. He forgot Camille was in the car; he went to the basement and sat there until he heard the front door close. He didn’t know if to come upstairs or to stay there until Violetta noticed his car outside and came looking for him.
All of a sudden, Bruce hears the door again, he hears someone else come in, at first he thought it was Camille, he was coming up the stair when he hear two voices, there were two men. It was John and Marcus, they came in and started making out with Violetta. She then greeted them up the stairs and lured them into the bedroom. She then got on her knees and started blowing Marcus while John fucked her in the ass. Then vice versa, and they continue fucking her through her vagina and asshole at the same time. She was grabbing the carpet and screaming and moaning in pleasure. They fucked her in pleasure while Bruce silently in tears watched from the stairs without them knowing. He then again went to the basement and stayed there until they left.
Camille was still in the car, waiting for Bruce enjoying the sight of Marcus and John, her afternoon couldn’t have been better, she destroyed Violetta. But she knew not how much damaged she had done. When Bruce and Marcus left, Bruce came upstairs to find Violetta masturbating, like she had not have sex in a long time. She was impressed to see him, he had a knife in his hand, he ran to her and grabbed her by her hair, he stabbed her vagina twenty-five times, then he stabbed her asshole thirteen times, and finally he made her suck the knife until her lips and teeth disappeared in blood and hanging flesh. Camille had come up the stairs and seen everything; she ran out the door and fled the scene. Bruce shot himself in the basement.
The day of the funeral, John and Marcus couldn’t speak. They both had fallen in love with Violetta and now she was gone. She had suffered countless mutilations and died in a hospital bed loaded with morphine. There was so much damage for reconstruction and she had lost so much blood. Her body couldn’t take it anymore.
After the funeral, Marcus was baking a fruit tart, it was a dish made by his mother and John decided to help him. Camille dressed in red smoking a cigarette inside the house that once belonged to Violetta and Bruce, she kept thinking of Bruce and how she loved him but couldn’t show emotion. Family and friends never knew why Bruce killed Violetta, only their lovers were aware of the circumstances.
Five months later John and Marcus were still mourning the loss. They were both in love with Violetta, they kept some of her clothes and they bought the house just to feel her around. That’s when they found comfort in each other. John and Marcus one afternoon while lying on Violetta’s clothing, they started kissing in tears. While they touched each others skin and felt the goose bumps all over their spine, a spark lit up into a romance. They pretended to be Violetta; Marcus first and then John. Marcus put one of Violetta’s gowns and got on his knees while John fucked him in the ass, Marcus masturbated thinking of Violetta. Then John dressed as Violetta with her underwear on and he sucked Marcus’s cock gagging himself constantly. He wanted to feel like Violetta. He wanted to feel the ultimate ecstasy of pleasure. They fucked each other for hours and days. Their wives looking for them called the police and no one knew they had purchased the house; therefore, they didn’t look there.
One day Briana passes by the Mort house and sees the police and an ambulance there. She decides to stop by and ask what was going on. One of the neighbors told her that two men were found mutilated, naked in a puddle of their own blood.
It turn out that John and Marcus’s obsession for Violetta went to the extreme of inflicting similar wounds upon each other in order for them to feel what she felt those agonizing last moments of her pleasured life. Unlike her they weren’t found on time and they died in the house. They stabbed each others assholes with a kitchen knife various times; they cut their penises and mutilated their mouths. Police came to the conclusion that they did it to one another.
Violetta was a married 28 year old woman who as many married house wives, was bored with her life. She had no children, she was unable to, and her husband did not believe in adoption. She always thought that he resented her for not giving him a child.
On a October night, Violetta decided to go visit her friend Briana, she lived about 20 minutes from her house, and Violetta enjoyed walking. The only problem was she did not know they way that well, especially at night. Every time she was there she was dropped off by her husband in the mornings or went in the afternoon for a dinner party. The night was windy and Violetta got confused with 2 streets, she wasn’t sure which one was the one to Briana’s house. She took the one she thought looked familiar, and her husband was on the phone asking her where she was. Violetta told him and he explained how near he was and that he could pick her up and drop her at Briana’s. Violetta reused, she hated the way he always treated her, like Alice in Wonderland. Like a little clueless child always trying to find her way in life.
She kept walking and hung up her cellular phone. The streets were dark and windy; there were no one in them. Suddenly a man comes from behind a car saying: Hello Mamacita!
Violetta was of Spanish descendent, her dark long curls and her blue eyes always gave her away, and she looked like a Spanish gypsy. But one thing she hated the most was when someone of Hispanic descendent called her mamacita. She hated that slang. She kept walking ignoring the attention; the man kept walking behind her and then another man of Latin origins as well came out of nowhere and bumped into her saying: Hey Chula, where are you going? He had a thick accent and she was feeling quite scared at this point. One more man came out of a backyard of a house with a long stick in his hand. She kept walking faster this time, and there it was, a red mustang came out of the following street, a blonde British man opened the passenger door and told her to get it. As she got in the car started speeding away from the three men. Violetta looking back with her heart racing didn’t realize she had dropped her phone in panic when she got in the car. Her husband kept calling nervous when he didn’t hear from her, but Violetta never answered. In the car the man said: -hi, I’m Marcus, are you okay? -yes, I’m Violetta, Violetta Mort. She said, with a gasping tone of voice.
Marcus told her how beautiful she was and how beautiful girls like her shouldn’t be walking the streets at night, especially in those neighborhoods. Violetta asked Marcus, what was he doing there then, he looked like a classy man himself. He told her he does real estate. Violetta told him to stop the car; she loved his accent and gentleness. Marcus stopped the car and Violetta sat on his lap, she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She started rubbing against him until he had a hard on. She unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock and licked her hand, moisturized his penis and shoved it in her. Just like that without protection or saying anything she had sex with him. She reached her orgasm and let him come in her. She got off, opened the door and disappeared into one of the houses.
Briana wasn’t home, as usual, she was a nurse who worked nights and her husband John was home, watching football. Violetta always let herself in, she called her husband and told him to pick her up in two hours, to cancel her celphone because she lost it, and as usually took off her clothes in the middle of the hallway and ran into the living room. She gave John oral sex and then fucked him in the couch and in the living room floor. They went to take a shower together, where John fucked her in the ass, since she always had a thing for anal sex. Finally when she was on her way out, John fucked her in the hall, and she slipped her dress on, put her sandals on and walked out, got into her husbands car and left.
While sitting in the car, her husband asked her questions, very often Violetta kept quiet or deferred any conversation by saying she had a headache. This time she told him how she had been talking to “Briana” and she had realized that he was so lame in the sac, that if he doesn’t do anything about it she will have to take in a lover. Bruce was impressed. He didn’t know if to cry or laugh, he thought it was a joke and kept quiet until they arrived at their house.
Once in bed, Bruce decided he was going to prove to Violetta he was good in bed, after all he had been sleeping with Briana and she never complained.
As usual, he was lame, but she faked an orgasm here and a thrill there. He fell asleep and Violetta as usual waited until he snored, sneaked out of the house got into Johns car, and fucked John in his SUV until it was light out. She got out and went back to bed, while Bruce turns around and asked her where was she. She told him, she was getting a glass of milk with honey because she couldn’t sleep.
The next morning, Briana and John had a BBQ get together, it wasn’t cold yet and they wanted to say buy to the summer with a little get together among friends. As usual Violetta made most of the dips and brought red wine. This was a regular BBQ, as always she sneaked every half hour to the up stars bathroom to fuck John or blow him. But it turn out that there was a familiar face among the friends, someone she had never seen in their parties before. It was Marcus, he was there looking at her and that’s when Violetta decides to go to him and ask him what was he doing there. It turn out he is a cousin of Johns high school ex-girlfriend who died in a car accident. John decided to keep his friendship with Marcus in respect and because that dead ex-girlfriend Cynthia was the love of his life. Not mentioning that Marcus became his best friend after selling Briana and John the house.
Violetta tells Marcus to wait for her in the second floor bathroom while she makes sure her husband is busy talking to someone or doing something that will take him a while. She finally finds him making hotdogs and hamburger at the grill, she knows he will be there for a while, and if he needs a bathroom, he will definitely use the first floor, after all he doesn’t want his meat to burn.
Violetta goes up the stairs and hears two voices, it was Marcus and John talking in the bathroom, she walks in and they both look at her. She was impressed and nervous; she didn’t know what to say. She had fucked both and was wondering if they knew. John realizes what was going on and he asked them if they knew each other. This is when they should lie, but Marcus takes the heads up and tells John: -this is the amazing girl I told you about. John opened his mouth in jealousy and at the same time he wanted to smile, feeling better now that he wasn’t the only one having an affair. Marcus too was married, and to whom. She was this tall ex-model like woman who never ate carbs and her breakfast was coffee and cigarettes. Her name was Camille. She was an Amazon, tanned and bleached almost white blonde hair. Camille was a bitch. No one not even John could stand the bare sight of her. She was repulsively annoying and was always in a bet with someone. She always had to win and John find out in the bad way. She screwed him in various bets and he had learned his lesson.
Violetta realized they knew about each other and she had an idea, she proposed a threesome. Marcus agreed right away and John said he would think about it walking out almost immediately to let them two enjoy a bit of privacy before someone found out, that someone being Briana.
Briana always knew all the men Violetta fucked. She didn’t know about John recently but she knew that before meeting John, Violetta had fucked him in various occasions. That’s how Briana ended up with him, she fell in love with all the adventures Violetta had with John and she wanted that too. But it turns out that lust and love are very different, and once you love, lust stops happening that often, and there’s too much respect for lustful thoughts. John respected Briana too much, to a point that he would never do anal sex on her, or call her names, or treated her like an object in bed. Briana begged him a few time to do so, that she loved it, but he never could. That’s when Briana and Bruce ended up having an affair. She always asked herself: why one can fuck someone else’s wife like a whore but not your own? It was a tricky question with many answers. She was thinking of how Bruce would fuck the brains out of her but he always told her that he couldn’t fuck Violetta like that for respect. John had begun his affair with Violetta after Briana stopped asking him for sex or letting him touch her. Violetta always slept with more than one man for a period of time, sometimes women too.
In the bathroom Violetta let herself be fucked and used by Marcus, she let him do anything and everything. She loved the attention and feeling wanted. After a sweaty session of pure sex and lust, Violetta came downstairs to join her husband at the grill. That’s when she was introduced to Camille, The old obnoxious Camille. The reason why Marcus married her was obvious, her money and fame. Other than that, she was the nastiest human being on earth. Camille as always, treated Briana as a made; she made her get her a drink, serve her food, even though it was a buffet and she even told her to prepare a salad without any carbs. Violetta in disgust seeing how this woman diminished her friend; decided to diminish her, to a point that Camille planned a plot to get rid of the incompetent little brat.
Camille had brought her brother Brian, who was her slave and her best friend. Some people said they were lovers, but not many liked her. Camille followed Violetta upstairs and found her fucking John. That’s when she planned the plot. She will have Brian, fuck Violetta and her husband will catch them. Brian was a very handsome bisexual man, he was up for everything.
Two weeks later Violetta, John and Marcus had the threesome, although Marcus and John never touched each other, they did fulfill Violetta’s fantasy of two men fucking her asshole and vagina at the same time. When Violetta reached climax, this time she squirted leaving John and Marcus in a pull of climaxed that would amused them to a point of fucking for two more hours. After everything they took a shower which ended in Briana giving oral sex to John while Marcus fucked her vagina, he also had his finger up her asshole which caused her to climax various times. Violetta always loved it when she felt used. She needed that to feel needed and confident.
A week passed and her love affair with Marcus and John grew. They both started getting jealous if she spent more time with one than the other, that’s when the threesomes became more usual until she wasn’t allowed to be with one or the other alone. Their sessions started taking more than five hours a day and John started calling out at the law firm just to have the whole day to have sex with Violetta and Marcus. Marcus also cancelled a lot of his real state appointments as well; they were neglecting their jobs while their sexual tension grew toward Violetta.
One afternoon, Camille had a flat tire near Bruce’s dealer. She did this on purpose, she knew he had a garage and that was the way to get to be his friend. Bruce was an easy going guy, he never got annoyed at anyone and he was quite boring. Camille and Bruce started a friendship pushed by her of course. She knew she wanted to destroy Violetta; she was gorgeous and promiscuous, just like Camille’s younger sister who she hated and threw down the stairs when they were teenager. Her sister is now paralytic from the neck down and she blows through a straw for her wheel chair to move. Camille was a tyrant and her sister knew, but she really couldn’t prove anything, it was ruled as an accident and therefore no one would believe her.
Camille and Bruce started a friendship which eventually let them to have sex one afternoon when Camille put a roofie in Bruce’s wine. For the first time, Bruce treated a woman with no respect. He fucked her in the ass and then made her suck his dick; he came all over her face, gagged her, and threw her around. Camille actually enjoyed it. Some say drugs make your personality show. I guess Bruce wasn’t a saint.
After a few weeks of Camille having an affair with Bruce, whom she enjoyed; she sent Brian after Violetta. One afternoon Brian pretended to be a gardener sent by Bruce. When Violetta called Bruce at work to ask him, he thought it was a gift from Camille so he told Violetta that he had hired the boy. Brian unlike John, Marcus and Bruce, was a young guy. He had a body to kill for and a smile to die for. Violetta being as sexual and easy as always fell for it and had sex with him in her backyard flower garden. They kept fucking in the shower, in the bed and in his pick-up truck. She always had a fetish of fucking in cars; it made her feel like she was in high school again.
Her love affair with Brian grew as the one with Marcus and John. It was time for Camille to intrude and get rid of her. Camille had fallen for Bruce and Bruce was still in love with Violetta. He often felt guilty for doing Camille, he even stopped doing Briana, and in many occasions he wanted to tell Violetta. But he was too scared that he might loose her. For Bruce, Violetta was a flower, that untouched by nature she was to remain. He hardly had sex with her because he didn’t want to feel like he was dirtying her. Violetta looked like a delicate flower, but she was a true Venus fly trap, a man eater.
One afternoon that Bruce was at work, Violetta had told him she was going to be at her mother’s. Bruce never got along with the mother. She was too neurotic for him and they never spoke. It turns out Violetta had plans with Brian at her house and Camille had arranged that while Violetta and Brian were fucking, she would make plans to go fuck Bruce at the house and that’s when Bruce will catch his innocent wife having an affair with “the gardener” being deflower by the young man over and over.
At 3:00p.m. Brian and Camille arrive at the house. Bruce notices that there’s a pick up truck in the garage. He couldn’t believe Violetta left the gardener working while she was out of the house. It was unlikely of her to be so trusting; then again she was a very social woman. He knew he had to get rid of the gardener, so he left Camille in the car and went to send the kid home.
Bruce walks in the house and hears noises on the second floor. He comes up slowly thinking that the gardener might be stealing. That’s when he grabs a gun from the linens closet just in case. He keeps going up the stairs until he’s eye levels the floor. He’s heart is immediately broken. He sees Violetta naked in the floor, doggy style, while Brian fucks her in her vagina and has a dildo in her ass. She has a dog collar, gag balls in her mouth, and she is enjoying it. He stands still for three hours watching all the positions, the different toys, the humiliation his wife goes through with this boy. He was disgusted, his flower was a filthy larva, and he just felt crushed. He forgot Camille was in the car; he went to the basement and sat there until he heard the front door close. He didn’t know if to come upstairs or to stay there until Violetta noticed his car outside and came looking for him.
All of a sudden, Bruce hears the door again, he hears someone else come in, at first he thought it was Camille, he was coming up the stair when he hear two voices, there were two men. It was John and Marcus, they came in and started making out with Violetta. She then greeted them up the stairs and lured them into the bedroom. She then got on her knees and started blowing Marcus while John fucked her in the ass. Then vice versa, and they continue fucking her through her vagina and asshole at the same time. She was grabbing the carpet and screaming and moaning in pleasure. They fucked her in pleasure while Bruce silently in tears watched from the stairs without them knowing. He then again went to the basement and stayed there until they left.
Camille was still in the car, waiting for Bruce enjoying the sight of Marcus and John, her afternoon couldn’t have been better, she destroyed Violetta. But she knew not how much damaged she had done. When Bruce and Marcus left, Bruce came upstairs to find Violetta masturbating, like she had not have sex in a long time. She was impressed to see him, he had a knife in his hand, he ran to her and grabbed her by her hair, he stabbed her vagina twenty-five times, then he stabbed her asshole thirteen times, and finally he made her suck the knife until her lips and teeth disappeared in blood and hanging flesh. Camille had come up the stairs and seen everything; she ran out the door and fled the scene. Bruce shot himself in the basement.
The day of the funeral, John and Marcus couldn’t speak. They both had fallen in love with Violetta and now she was gone. She had suffered countless mutilations and died in a hospital bed loaded with morphine. There was so much damage for reconstruction and she had lost so much blood. Her body couldn’t take it anymore.
After the funeral, Marcus was baking a fruit tart, it was a dish made by his mother and John decided to help him. Camille dressed in red smoking a cigarette inside the house that once belonged to Violetta and Bruce, she kept thinking of Bruce and how she loved him but couldn’t show emotion. Family and friends never knew why Bruce killed Violetta, only their lovers were aware of the circumstances.
Five months later John and Marcus were still mourning the loss. They were both in love with Violetta, they kept some of her clothes and they bought the house just to feel her around. That’s when they found comfort in each other. John and Marcus one afternoon while lying on Violetta’s clothing, they started kissing in tears. While they touched each others skin and felt the goose bumps all over their spine, a spark lit up into a romance. They pretended to be Violetta; Marcus first and then John. Marcus put one of Violetta’s gowns and got on his knees while John fucked him in the ass, Marcus masturbated thinking of Violetta. Then John dressed as Violetta with her underwear on and he sucked Marcus’s cock gagging himself constantly. He wanted to feel like Violetta. He wanted to feel the ultimate ecstasy of pleasure. They fucked each other for hours and days. Their wives looking for them called the police and no one knew they had purchased the house; therefore, they didn’t look there.
One day Briana passes by the Mort house and sees the police and an ambulance there. She decides to stop by and ask what was going on. One of the neighbors told her that two men were found mutilated, naked in a puddle of their own blood.
It turn out that John and Marcus’s obsession for Violetta went to the extreme of inflicting similar wounds upon each other in order for them to feel what she felt those agonizing last moments of her pleasured life. Unlike her they weren’t found on time and they died in the house. They stabbed each others assholes with a kitchen knife various times; they cut their penises and mutilated their mouths. Police came to the conclusion that they did it to one another.
Violetta Mort
Violetta Mort walked to the balcony where her friend stood talking about the things she hated of her beloved husband. The man Violetta had had a romance with for as long as she knew the couple. He had been her friend first and then follows the bitch standing in front of her. That nagging, self centered, materialist bitch Violetta so much hated for having the man of her life and wasting his energy with her childish insulting ways. She absolutely despised this “friend” of hers. She called her name “Cleo”. When Cleo turned to look, she stabbed her six times and pushed her down the balcony.
She stood staring for a while, she wondered if anyone had seen anything. Not really caring she went down stairs, where her “friend” lied dying, choking on her own blood. –try nagging now, Violetta said. She dragged the dying body across the street and threw her in the pond so the reptiles will finish what was started.
Violetta Mort always dressed in black, with a smile upon her face and a knife under her dress.
-who was next she asked herself while she glanced upon her list.
-ah yes, the beaten wife of red locks and horny eyes.
She took her friend’s car and drove away, with thoughts of torture. She knew this other girl enjoys pain; obviously she had been abused by her “now in jail” husband. She had started a relationship with Wolfgang, Violetta’s lover, after realizing men can be nice if you find the right one.
Wolfgang was a libertine, he loved more than one woman and was always opened for men as well, depending on the situation, he only lived to eternally love Violetta, or at least that’s what he always promised. He had many lovers but only one true love, and the bloodletting always drew them nearer. They were meant for each other, since Violetta was also a libertine.
Violetta Mort arrived at the redhead’s apartment. She saw the girl’s kids playing in the yard and gave them money for ice cream. Now with the children distracted, she walked in the apartment and saw the redhead laying in her bed. –expecting me?, asked Violetta. Briana sat in her bed with her beautiful red curls and looked at Violetta amazed. She always wanted time alone with Violetta to explore the feminine pleasures. But she was surprised Violetta hadn’t texted her to let her know she was on her way. Violetta didn’t want to leave any trace, however, she didn’t care, and she was running to Spain and could never be tracked down. She would change her name and no one would know. She would take her lover and he would never know the assassinations of his insignificant love slaves.
Violetta Mort tied up Briana to her bed, and commenced to torture her. She cut her tongue off, then slowly dragged the knife down her neck, her chest, her belly button until it reached her clitoris and she cut it off. Briana’s tears were the least of her worries; she didn’t care for the girl’s suffering. All she cared was that she hoped the kids would take their time buying the ice creams. She hoped they bought drugs and overdosed on their way to the apartment. She took the knife and cut Briana’s red locks, then she cut her nipples, she continued cutting her finger nails, she stabbed her vagina thirteen times, then she ripped her eyes out and shoved them in the stabbed vagina, she shoved the nipples, the tongue and the clitoris as well. She took the red locks of hair with her. She should remember this one.
The kids ran to the apartment, Violetta closed the door behind them. They stood in awe since she had washed her hands but her clothes were filthy in blood. She took the boy and stabbed him in the face twice, he didn’t have a chance to scream. The girl was crying and trying to scream but her voice was gone, she had reached the ultimate fear and couldn’t act not even if her life depended on it, which it did. She grabbed the girl by her hair and took her to the bedroom where her mothers body was laying there covered in blood. She grabbed the child’s face and made her suck the bloody knife. She stabbed her in her mouth and eyes until she was unrecognizable. She turned around and left the house dripping blood down the street.
She stood staring for a while, she wondered if anyone had seen anything. Not really caring she went down stairs, where her “friend” lied dying, choking on her own blood. –try nagging now, Violetta said. She dragged the dying body across the street and threw her in the pond so the reptiles will finish what was started.
Violetta Mort always dressed in black, with a smile upon her face and a knife under her dress.
-who was next she asked herself while she glanced upon her list.
-ah yes, the beaten wife of red locks and horny eyes.
She took her friend’s car and drove away, with thoughts of torture. She knew this other girl enjoys pain; obviously she had been abused by her “now in jail” husband. She had started a relationship with Wolfgang, Violetta’s lover, after realizing men can be nice if you find the right one.
Wolfgang was a libertine, he loved more than one woman and was always opened for men as well, depending on the situation, he only lived to eternally love Violetta, or at least that’s what he always promised. He had many lovers but only one true love, and the bloodletting always drew them nearer. They were meant for each other, since Violetta was also a libertine.
Violetta Mort arrived at the redhead’s apartment. She saw the girl’s kids playing in the yard and gave them money for ice cream. Now with the children distracted, she walked in the apartment and saw the redhead laying in her bed. –expecting me?, asked Violetta. Briana sat in her bed with her beautiful red curls and looked at Violetta amazed. She always wanted time alone with Violetta to explore the feminine pleasures. But she was surprised Violetta hadn’t texted her to let her know she was on her way. Violetta didn’t want to leave any trace, however, she didn’t care, and she was running to Spain and could never be tracked down. She would change her name and no one would know. She would take her lover and he would never know the assassinations of his insignificant love slaves.
Violetta Mort tied up Briana to her bed, and commenced to torture her. She cut her tongue off, then slowly dragged the knife down her neck, her chest, her belly button until it reached her clitoris and she cut it off. Briana’s tears were the least of her worries; she didn’t care for the girl’s suffering. All she cared was that she hoped the kids would take their time buying the ice creams. She hoped they bought drugs and overdosed on their way to the apartment. She took the knife and cut Briana’s red locks, then she cut her nipples, she continued cutting her finger nails, she stabbed her vagina thirteen times, then she ripped her eyes out and shoved them in the stabbed vagina, she shoved the nipples, the tongue and the clitoris as well. She took the red locks of hair with her. She should remember this one.
The kids ran to the apartment, Violetta closed the door behind them. They stood in awe since she had washed her hands but her clothes were filthy in blood. She took the boy and stabbed him in the face twice, he didn’t have a chance to scream. The girl was crying and trying to scream but her voice was gone, she had reached the ultimate fear and couldn’t act not even if her life depended on it, which it did. She grabbed the girl by her hair and took her to the bedroom where her mothers body was laying there covered in blood. She grabbed the child’s face and made her suck the bloody knife. She stabbed her in her mouth and eyes until she was unrecognizable. She turned around and left the house dripping blood down the street.
Ravings of the Mad
Road trip with my family was never so fun until today. My niece doesn’t stop kissing me, my husband is laughing because of my brother’s jokes. Everybody seems to be on the happy pill in this side of the country, and for some reason they told us not to cross an old bridge ahead. But I love bridges and so we cross. They always end up doing what I want, I am spoiled that way.
The bridge collapses and the 2 cars fall in the water, it’s not deep but everyone gets up except me. I linger in the bottom, not drowning but lurking. I believe to see someone hiding behind a piano. All of a sudden the water disappears; it felt like it all went to the grown. The skies changed to a gloomy grey and the air was thick and foggy. Our cars are in what used to be the bottom of the lake, there’s an upside down piano, and an old carriage that seems to be from the eighteen hundreds, all together with some other cars and old oddities. We look around, and I still have that feeling that someone watches.
You have gypsy blood, my mother always told me. You can sense things no one will ever understand. Maybe that’s why I go Mad once in a while and I decide to try and kill everyone. But that’s a secret only my husband Dorian will ever know and this is why I will never leave him. He always cleans my messes and he is always there when I need him the most, for everything else I can take good care of myself.
We walk to what used to be the edge, but I don’t know what anything is anymore. This is far from confusing, it is outrageously dream like. I wonder if this is my imagination and I am going mad again. I look at my husband but he says nothing, even when I go mad he always says something to me that is the correct thing to say to make me realize I am not sane at that moment.
I keep looking towards the piano, I know someone is there, I see their legs but I am scared that it’s my paranoia acting up and I don’t want my family to know of my sickness. I try calling Dorian with my eyes but he seems not to understand, I wish he had that psychic connection I have with my best friend, Lev. My life would have been perfect.
I feel like going on a killing rampage, I have that urge again, I feel my eyes warm with fever. I think I am sick again; I think I should go to the car and get my purse with all my meds. This is not good, I am going mad, this happens when I feel fear, I always turn mad. If only Dorian knew what is going on with me now, if he could only sense me. Where is Lev when I need him the most?
I start walking towards the car, my family and Dorian far from me now, I start talking to myself. –I can’t be going mad, this whole place is wicked, and I can sense this. I know I’m not mad right now. I see what I see, I hear what hear and I am not mad.
I try to convince myself I’m not mad at the moment. This battle is never ending. This is everyday of my life, I try to calm myself, I take the pills and I hope for the sickness to go away someday. But we all know it never goes away, it is just under control and even some say, that the madness is just asleep building up in its dreams for a day to wake up and destroy everything the sick tries protecting. Some say that madness comes when there’s no fear, when all your fear is gone and you’ve lost everything. I think I get it when I feel fear, actually. But that’s just me, who knows, maybe I’m getting better.
I hear footsteps getting closer, it’s like someone is running after me, I turn around and I see Dorian, he was worried. He said he turned around and I wasn’t there. I knew I should have told him to come with me, but he was so distracted talking to my brothers that I didn’t want to bother him. I finally told him I thought I was going mad again, and that I thought all of this was part of my sickness. He reassured me that I was seeing exactly what everyone else was seeing. I mentioned the people hiding behind the piano, and when we looked…
It was incredible. A whole civilization, maybe we were in a real town. I can’t explain the water disappearing, but everything, besides creepy, looked very normal now. There was people helping my family climb up the edge and these kids came out of the piano. I knew there was someone behind the piano.
Dorian and I walked towards the edge now. I took my purse which I don’t really think I need but we are to far from the car, so we kept on walking. There was a Sheriff; I thought they didn’t exist anymore. At least not like this one, he looked like he was taken out of a cowboy movie. But the fat version and he was accompanied by his son, that’s how he introduced himself to us. Sheriff Donaville and his sun Sully.
This whole town was creepy; it didn’t bother me, I love creepy. But my family was uncomfortable and spooked out with the way everybody stared at us. I don’t think this town’s people know what a piercing or a tattoo is, and I had plenty for them to stare at.
The more we walked, the more I realized we are walking inside the empty lake and the people were watching us from the edges. I felt like a lab mouse. This was very absurd. I am starting to get scared. I hold my niece Lily and I tell her to stay by me. I look at my brothers, William looks scared, and he is definitely scared, his eyes are popping out, which I would be laughing if it wasn’t serious. Curt is silent, he is not joking which means he is concerned as well. He looked at his daughter Lily and he told her to stay with me.
We stopped walking. We stood in the center, the town people staring. I thought this was the end of something and the beginning of nothing. All of a sudden Sully asked me to climb up; I left Lily with Curt and told Dorian that I will be okay. I took one last look at everyone and smiled. I was trying to reassure I was going to be okay but I think I did it mostly for me, my legs were actually shaking.
Sully was very nice, he told everyone to get a room for my family and he took me to dinner. I don’t think he knows that I’m married but something told me not to say anything. I think it was a gut feeling again. I must always listen to what my body says. I didn’t have my wedding ring as usual, it’s to small for me and it gives me a rash on my finger so I most likely keep it in my pocket or in my purse.
After dinner, sully invited me to the dry lake. He told me the story. He told me that it was once a lake but death dried it out. So many deaths while crossing the bridge dried out the lake. Now I am concerned, I wonder if I am dead and so is my family. Maybe we are in limbo. Weird, I was sure that I was going to Hell; I actually made sure of that, now this is upsetting. I think I will be depressed the whole afternoon. I’m disappointed on myself. I failed to go to hell. What a useless bitch, I am.
I walked to my room, I was the only one that got a room alone, and everyone else got bilateral beds all together in one room. I wanted to bring Dorian to the room but something told me not to. So I read a bit of a book I had in my purse and I went to sleep shortly after feeling drowsy.
I woke up and there was a priest at my door, he said he’s been knocking for an hour, I must have been drugged last night, I though, but I didn’t say a word. He told me that Sully wanted to marry me, the ceremony was at 6pm and that I had to go and get the dress by the towns tailor. For some reason I didn’t freak out, I think I was in really good medication at this point, maybe an opiate, who knows. The point is, I didn’t care, I love Dorian but I need to do this, I feel I need to do this to save them.
Dorian apparently freaked out; before I left to get my dress he came to the room. He was upset; he couldn’t believe what was happening. I told him what I thought. He left, unlike him, he actually left. I think I really hurt him this time. I feel awful, but there’s nothing I can do, I must do this.
I went to town, I got my dress, it was ugly white, and I hate white wedding dresses. When I married Dorian I was dressed in black with a Carmen SanDiego style hat, a crushed velvet black coat and a Moresca black dress that had a tail. I looked gorgeously Goth. Now I have to dress in white, I don’t think so. I went to a drug store wishing I can have some good old xanacs but instead I behaved and bought myself a red fabric dye. I wasn’t going to marry in black, that was for Dorian and Dorian only, instead I shall marry in red, like the blood I will shed if I don’t get my ways.
And so I got married for the second time. Sully wasn’t bad looking, he had all his teeth and somehow he seemed to like the red. We had sex, I know it’s wrong but we did. He must believe I really love him. I kept on asking him when my family getting out of there and he told me each and every time that the time is not right. I am not a patient person but I love my nieces and my brothers, I wanted them safe. Lily still called Dorian, uncle Dorian. She was always with me, I love her so much. Because of her I am with Sully. Every afternoon Dorian threw his wedding ring to a cornfield, I always went and found it and brought it back to show him that I still loved him.
I think a year passed but I am not sure, there are no calendars or clocks in this place. Lily looks so big and I have decided to make a birthday party for her. Sully is upset with me because he wants a baby and I told him I wasn’t ready. In this town not being ready for babies after you marry is impossible, it simply doesn’t exist, that’s what Sully told me. Even though it looks like a modern town, its more like a modern religious town, which means they are closed minded.
I woke up a morning and saw red… I had killed everyone and my family had escaped. Now all I have left are memories…
The bridge collapses and the 2 cars fall in the water, it’s not deep but everyone gets up except me. I linger in the bottom, not drowning but lurking. I believe to see someone hiding behind a piano. All of a sudden the water disappears; it felt like it all went to the grown. The skies changed to a gloomy grey and the air was thick and foggy. Our cars are in what used to be the bottom of the lake, there’s an upside down piano, and an old carriage that seems to be from the eighteen hundreds, all together with some other cars and old oddities. We look around, and I still have that feeling that someone watches.
You have gypsy blood, my mother always told me. You can sense things no one will ever understand. Maybe that’s why I go Mad once in a while and I decide to try and kill everyone. But that’s a secret only my husband Dorian will ever know and this is why I will never leave him. He always cleans my messes and he is always there when I need him the most, for everything else I can take good care of myself.
We walk to what used to be the edge, but I don’t know what anything is anymore. This is far from confusing, it is outrageously dream like. I wonder if this is my imagination and I am going mad again. I look at my husband but he says nothing, even when I go mad he always says something to me that is the correct thing to say to make me realize I am not sane at that moment.
I keep looking towards the piano, I know someone is there, I see their legs but I am scared that it’s my paranoia acting up and I don’t want my family to know of my sickness. I try calling Dorian with my eyes but he seems not to understand, I wish he had that psychic connection I have with my best friend, Lev. My life would have been perfect.
I feel like going on a killing rampage, I have that urge again, I feel my eyes warm with fever. I think I am sick again; I think I should go to the car and get my purse with all my meds. This is not good, I am going mad, this happens when I feel fear, I always turn mad. If only Dorian knew what is going on with me now, if he could only sense me. Where is Lev when I need him the most?
I start walking towards the car, my family and Dorian far from me now, I start talking to myself. –I can’t be going mad, this whole place is wicked, and I can sense this. I know I’m not mad right now. I see what I see, I hear what hear and I am not mad.
I try to convince myself I’m not mad at the moment. This battle is never ending. This is everyday of my life, I try to calm myself, I take the pills and I hope for the sickness to go away someday. But we all know it never goes away, it is just under control and even some say, that the madness is just asleep building up in its dreams for a day to wake up and destroy everything the sick tries protecting. Some say that madness comes when there’s no fear, when all your fear is gone and you’ve lost everything. I think I get it when I feel fear, actually. But that’s just me, who knows, maybe I’m getting better.
I hear footsteps getting closer, it’s like someone is running after me, I turn around and I see Dorian, he was worried. He said he turned around and I wasn’t there. I knew I should have told him to come with me, but he was so distracted talking to my brothers that I didn’t want to bother him. I finally told him I thought I was going mad again, and that I thought all of this was part of my sickness. He reassured me that I was seeing exactly what everyone else was seeing. I mentioned the people hiding behind the piano, and when we looked…
It was incredible. A whole civilization, maybe we were in a real town. I can’t explain the water disappearing, but everything, besides creepy, looked very normal now. There was people helping my family climb up the edge and these kids came out of the piano. I knew there was someone behind the piano.
Dorian and I walked towards the edge now. I took my purse which I don’t really think I need but we are to far from the car, so we kept on walking. There was a Sheriff; I thought they didn’t exist anymore. At least not like this one, he looked like he was taken out of a cowboy movie. But the fat version and he was accompanied by his son, that’s how he introduced himself to us. Sheriff Donaville and his sun Sully.
This whole town was creepy; it didn’t bother me, I love creepy. But my family was uncomfortable and spooked out with the way everybody stared at us. I don’t think this town’s people know what a piercing or a tattoo is, and I had plenty for them to stare at.
The more we walked, the more I realized we are walking inside the empty lake and the people were watching us from the edges. I felt like a lab mouse. This was very absurd. I am starting to get scared. I hold my niece Lily and I tell her to stay by me. I look at my brothers, William looks scared, and he is definitely scared, his eyes are popping out, which I would be laughing if it wasn’t serious. Curt is silent, he is not joking which means he is concerned as well. He looked at his daughter Lily and he told her to stay with me.
We stopped walking. We stood in the center, the town people staring. I thought this was the end of something and the beginning of nothing. All of a sudden Sully asked me to climb up; I left Lily with Curt and told Dorian that I will be okay. I took one last look at everyone and smiled. I was trying to reassure I was going to be okay but I think I did it mostly for me, my legs were actually shaking.
Sully was very nice, he told everyone to get a room for my family and he took me to dinner. I don’t think he knows that I’m married but something told me not to say anything. I think it was a gut feeling again. I must always listen to what my body says. I didn’t have my wedding ring as usual, it’s to small for me and it gives me a rash on my finger so I most likely keep it in my pocket or in my purse.
After dinner, sully invited me to the dry lake. He told me the story. He told me that it was once a lake but death dried it out. So many deaths while crossing the bridge dried out the lake. Now I am concerned, I wonder if I am dead and so is my family. Maybe we are in limbo. Weird, I was sure that I was going to Hell; I actually made sure of that, now this is upsetting. I think I will be depressed the whole afternoon. I’m disappointed on myself. I failed to go to hell. What a useless bitch, I am.
I walked to my room, I was the only one that got a room alone, and everyone else got bilateral beds all together in one room. I wanted to bring Dorian to the room but something told me not to. So I read a bit of a book I had in my purse and I went to sleep shortly after feeling drowsy.
I woke up and there was a priest at my door, he said he’s been knocking for an hour, I must have been drugged last night, I though, but I didn’t say a word. He told me that Sully wanted to marry me, the ceremony was at 6pm and that I had to go and get the dress by the towns tailor. For some reason I didn’t freak out, I think I was in really good medication at this point, maybe an opiate, who knows. The point is, I didn’t care, I love Dorian but I need to do this, I feel I need to do this to save them.
Dorian apparently freaked out; before I left to get my dress he came to the room. He was upset; he couldn’t believe what was happening. I told him what I thought. He left, unlike him, he actually left. I think I really hurt him this time. I feel awful, but there’s nothing I can do, I must do this.
I went to town, I got my dress, it was ugly white, and I hate white wedding dresses. When I married Dorian I was dressed in black with a Carmen SanDiego style hat, a crushed velvet black coat and a Moresca black dress that had a tail. I looked gorgeously Goth. Now I have to dress in white, I don’t think so. I went to a drug store wishing I can have some good old xanacs but instead I behaved and bought myself a red fabric dye. I wasn’t going to marry in black, that was for Dorian and Dorian only, instead I shall marry in red, like the blood I will shed if I don’t get my ways.
And so I got married for the second time. Sully wasn’t bad looking, he had all his teeth and somehow he seemed to like the red. We had sex, I know it’s wrong but we did. He must believe I really love him. I kept on asking him when my family getting out of there and he told me each and every time that the time is not right. I am not a patient person but I love my nieces and my brothers, I wanted them safe. Lily still called Dorian, uncle Dorian. She was always with me, I love her so much. Because of her I am with Sully. Every afternoon Dorian threw his wedding ring to a cornfield, I always went and found it and brought it back to show him that I still loved him.
I think a year passed but I am not sure, there are no calendars or clocks in this place. Lily looks so big and I have decided to make a birthday party for her. Sully is upset with me because he wants a baby and I told him I wasn’t ready. In this town not being ready for babies after you marry is impossible, it simply doesn’t exist, that’s what Sully told me. Even though it looks like a modern town, its more like a modern religious town, which means they are closed minded.
I woke up a morning and saw red… I had killed everyone and my family had escaped. Now all I have left are memories…
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