Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
“But see… oh fuck… her pussy clamped down onto his cock, and he knew she was close. Just like the perfect little whore that she is. Her greedy pussy would come for anyone. Not just him.”
Her head fell back against the wall, and her arms went around my neck. I lifted her other leg, and wrapped her legs around my torso. It was easier to fuck her from that angle, make her feel the shame of it all. It was my turn to use her.
“He thrust into her more demanding, and it didn’t take long till her walls constricted against his cock… yes… just like that,” I huskily groaned into her neck. “He felt her essence slip down his balls. Just like a good VIP. Always coming before the clients. See… that’s what he realized, though he never paid, he was just another client. Another man for her to add to her endless list, how many is it, Bambi? What number am I?” I belittled her, fucking her harder and with more determination.
I pumped my hips harsher and clutched onto her back; her heart was beating as fast as mine. They had the same unison pattern.
Hurt.
Betrayal.
Broken.
“He never said I love you…” I thrust in one last time, and trembled my release, my core shaking; holding her so tight for what I knew would be the last time. I held her in my arms for what felt like hours, but I knew were only seconds. When I placed her back onto the ground, her body stuck to mine, her arms still so furiously wrapped around me.
I nipped at her neck, and worked my way up to her mouth. “Now he couldn’t bear to say the words,” I breathed out against her lips, stepping back, and her arms begrudgingly fell to her sides. I finally looked up at her. The face displayed before me reminded me of my mother, and I had to fight back my own tears, as hers streamed so freely and fiercely down her beautiful fucking face. I immediately touched one, and spoke with conviction.
“The only thoughts he had were… I hate you.” I wiped away that tear, placing the used condom on her chest; right on top of her heart. Her hand instantly went on top of mine.
“Send me the bill,” I crudely added.
She shuddered and shut her eyes, instantly cascading down the wall. It reminded me of a waterfall, she was a pile of nothing at the bottom; exactly how I wanted her to be. It took everything inside me not to go to her, to try to rescue her or save her. I thought about what I had just seen, and it helped me keep my resolve; my determination and will to destroy her.
My hate for her.
I took one last look as she crumbled before me. Her sobs would forever haunt my nightmares. I would remember her like this, always. A curled up, scared little girl tucked away in the corner; waiting for someone to love her. I took a deep breath and backed away.
I left Bambi on the floor of her Madam’s bathroom, with her heart shattered.
Next to mine.
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
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I raged with fury.
I went from feeling nothing. Years, decades, of solitude and no emotion. An endless stream of no hurt, no pain, and emptiness. The barricade that became my heart, where I never allowed anyone to enter, or allowed myself to leave, it was a ticking time bomb that waited; exploded.
It was loud, disastrous, and chaotic.
It was going to take everything around me with it, like a tornado spinning around in circles; no one stood a chance, especially me. It elicited feelings I never thought would be possible, emotions that one should never have to experience.
The loss of one’s heart is the demise of their soul.
There I was standing at the burial of my own funeral, laying dirt along the coffin with everyone else. They were burying me alive. I felt every loss of breath, and it cluttered my mind for my will to keep going; to push through. I couldn’t keep up with the agony, and it clasped onto me like a fucking vice. Taking me deeper under the ground, where there was no one, but… me.
Alone.
I didn’t want to be alone, it terrified me. It made me feel frail, when all I wanted was to feel strength. There was nothing left of me. He took it with him when he stepped out of the bathroom, and out of my life for good. There would be no coming back from him; from this. He broke me in ways that I never imagined possible, when he was the one who put me back together in the first place.
Life is cruel like that.
It makes a mockery of who you think you are, and the second you let your guard down, and let someone in… it had you. You’re one of those victims to love. It consumed you until you’re nothing but half the person you started off being.