The sound of heavy footsteps shakes me out of my haze and I panic, my feet scrambling to lower myself to the floor before whoever those footsteps belong to, arrives at the door. I try to lower my foot down steadily whilst keeping a hold of the wall but instead, I slip on a loose brick that slices into my foot and fall heavily onto the floor with a loud thud.
Pain radiates through my back and head and I struggle to catch my breath, all the while my limbs throb and ache, my wrists screaming at me from the overuse of them. I know for a fact my fractured wrist is never going to heal, it’s been through too much damage.
The footsteps get closer to the door and I wrap what’s left of my tattered robe around my body and scurry into the dark corner, far away from Emily and far away from the door, then I tuck my knees into my chest. A slither of light can be seen underneath the door, one minute it’s there and the next it’s gone before the door swings open revealing Nico. His huge shape fills the doorway, his bald head almost touching the top. He steps into the damp room and almost immediately he scrunches his nose up in disgust.
“God, it fucking stinks in here.” I hear him grumble to himselfas he steps towards Emily’s decaying corpse. I watch him with a pointed glare, take my friend’s ankle into his hand and begin to drag her out of the room towards the open door. Panic quickly sets in and I crawl like a demonic animal across the floor.
“Please! Please, don’t take my friend away. I.. I need her.” I plead to Nico on my hands and knees. He stops just before the door and turns on his polished shoes, his hand still firmly locked around Emily’s ankle.
“She’s fucking dead, you do know that right?” He spits out.
“No, no.. she, she’s alive. I.. I saw her eyes.”
Confusion takes over my senses again and I begin to question what’s real and what isn’t. My friend isn’t dead, she can’t be. I’d just spoken to her, I swear. Nico’s laugh is full of sarcasm, and one that’s meant to degrade me.
“You’re fucking crazy. Your husband might wanna keep you around for some stupid reason, but if you were mine, you’d be long dead by now.”
I can practically feel Nico’s heated stare through his black sunglasses, the way it slithers over my body like snakes, leaving a vile sickness in its wake. Reality seems to slip into the cracks in my mind and I rear back, sitting firmly on the floor. “I don’t belong to you, and I’ll never belong to that bastard you call a boss either, you’re nothing but a little lap dog who does as he’s told.”
The words seem to fire out on their own accord and Nico freezes for a moment, almost like he’s lost for words before dropping Emily’s foot to the floor, her frail bones hit the concrete and I wince at the sound. Nico quickly ascends on me and I scramble backwards but I’m too slow, he grips my robe into his hand and pulls me to my feet, my toes barely scraping against the floor. I tremble in his hold and shove against hislarge shoulders but it’s no use, I’m too weak and he’s too strong.
He pulls me to his solid chest and smacks his mouth against mine in a bruising kiss before shoving his tongue past my lips and into my mouth. I try to scream against his lips, my fingers clawing at his shoulders and neck. Blood begins to bloom across his skin from my scratches but it doesn’t stop him from continuing on with the assault. His rough hand that isn’t holding my robe shoves its way between my legs and I see red, a raging inferno screaming and clawing its way out of my system.
The moment Nico slips his tongue back into my mouth, I clamp my teeth down on the meaty appendage until I feel the bobbly skin break and my top teeth clash with my bottom. It’s tough to get through, but I do it. In a split second, Nico clicks onto what I’ve just done and yanks his face away from mine, but in doing so he rips his tongue in half. Strings of muscle connect between us, then blood spurts from his mouth like a burst pipe, spraying us both in the hot maroon liquid.
Nico stumbles back in shock and I fall to the floor, then I spit the end of Nico’s tongue out of my mouth and it lands with a wet splat on the dirty floor.
“You.. you, fuckin-” Nico mumbles against his hand as he struggles to speak without a full tongue. His words are garbled and broken. He wipes away the globs of pink saliva with the back of his hand then strides over to me and I frantically scurry backwards in fear but I don’t make it far when Nico’s hand lands heavily across my cheek bone, snapping my head to the side with a whipping force and causing my teeth to smash together in my mouth. Immediately I can feel the blood that flows into my mouth from the blow and the pain from my cheek spreads like a burning fire across my face.
Lifting my hand, I tentatively touch the side of my face, the pads of my fingers barely whispering over the throbbing skinand I notice in the corner of my eye, Nico retreating backwards to grab Emily’s ankle once again, and yanking her out of the basement before slamming the door behind him, leaving me alone in the darkness.
“Boss, there’s someone here to see you.” Nico says, his large frame filling the door of my office. I push my chair back from underneath my desk and the leggy secretary with balloon-like lips crawls out, a bead of cum slipping out of the corner of her mouth. She uses the back of her hand to wipe across her glossy lips before rising to her feet, her knees red from the floor.
I watch her thick hips sway as she leaves my office and I tuck my cock back into my trousers.
“Who the fuck is it?” I spit out whilst using my credit card to line up the cocaine on the desk. The white powder stares back at me and I drop my face to snort up the cocaine in quick succession. One line after the other until the desk is clear.
Nico shuffles on his feet, almost like he’s nervous and then moves to the side to let in.. my wife’s best friend. I sniff up heavily and trail my eyes over her voluptuous figure until I reach her face. The woman with fiery orange hair stands withconfidence before me and I’m kind of taken aback by how it makes me feel. I can’t remember the last time a woman showed this kind of emotion in front of me, it’s almost cleansing. I’m so used them whimpering and fucking crying all the time.
I rub my hands down the front of my trousers and rise from the leather seat before circling around the large desk to stand in front of Ellie. There’s a stray curl that sits gently on her cheek and I lift my hand to tuck it behind her ear. I half expect her to slap my hand away, but instead she allows the tender act.
“And what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?” I say with a smirk.
Ellie throws her long flowing hair over her shoulders, revealing intricate tattoos across her collar bones. My eyes scan the black ink before meeting her glowing eyes.
“I’ve spoken to your wife.” She says with a sultry gaze, her pink tongue running across her red painted lips. She lifts a single finger and runs it down the front of my pressed button down shirt and I catch her wrist in a tight grip before she can go any further.
“Oh yeah?” I say, tipping my head to the side. “And why are you telling me this?”
My wife’s best friend pushes her plump body further into mine, her full tits shoving against me and immediately my cock comes to life again at the connection. Visions of Ellie on her knees before me, her crimson lipstick smeared across her face as I fuck her mouth, fire across my vision, causing me to tighten my grip on her wrist.
What surprises me more is that she doesn’t whimper from my hold, she fucking moans instead, the filthy bitch. I tip my head towards her jaw and run my nose up the side of her face until my lips graze against her pierced ears. She gasps at the touch andturns her face towards me.
“I wanna’ make a deal,” she whispers, her lips inches from mine. “I’ll give you the location of where I’m meeting Ana, and you’ll give me the reward money.”
“You’re a bit of a sly cat aren’t you?”
“Maybe.” She says with a teasing tone. “I have something you want, and you have something I want. Plus, Ana never really deserved you, did she?”
