**Annabelle**
I refused to shed one single tear for that bastard. I wouldn’t give him the pleasure of seeing him cry. Letting him know the effect he had on me.
I wouldn’t.
My image has been tainted. Rape isn’t a new thing to me, he can do his worse. Yes, I’ll be scared but he wouldn’t know that. That’s too good for him.
I gulped the moment he returned with a devious smile on his face.
“Thinking of how your tight pussy would feel in me makes me so fucking hard. I can’t take the risk of untying you so I’ll settle with a blow job.”
I wore a plain look.
“Not scared?”
He cackled and move closer trying to touch me. I growled spitting in his face. His hands move to smack my cheeks but he stopped midway.
He suddenly unbuckled his pants and he wasn’t kidding. His dick was rock hard and bulging against his shots.
I exhaled deeply. My breath quickened and it showed on my face.
Saying I would be strong is one thing but being strong is another.
Unable to stop thinking about that night years ago, I remembered as those boys tried to have their way with me. If it wasn’t for that mystery lady, I would’ve been a victim of rape.
Yes, I’ve sex with this bastard a couple of times, it still doesn’t change what he’s about to do to me right now.
“You want Annabelle, beg me and I won’t. I know how enormous of an ego you have so beg and I won’t shove my dick into that pretty lips on yours ”
I gulped at his request.
My ego or my dignity. The answer is there.
I can’t go through this again. The first time was a close call but if he had his way with me here, right now. I’m not sure what would become of me. I might end up committing suicide.
“So…”
He trailed off nearly taking off his shorts.
“Please…”
I began taking a deep breath.
” I can’t hear you, baby..”
“Please…”
I shuddered before repeating it.
“Please what?”
“Don’t do this.”
I pleaded and he cackled.
“Don’t do what Annabelle.”
I bit down on my lips as hot tears welled up in my eyes.
“Please don’t rape me…”
“I wasn’t going to fuck you. Please don’t what exactly?”
He asks, I gritted my teeth disgusted at what I was about to utter.
“Please don’t force me to suck you off.”
I said nearly gagging.
“Such a good girl.”
He pats my head and gets his clothes back on.
“You aren’t so tough without your protector, Fallon Mitch. You cower in fear because you’re weak Annabelle. You came back to try and be successful but it didn’t work. You’ll always be the girlfriend for hire, the failure. No matter how hard you try. Good luck.”
He spat out and work away. Sobs racked through my body. I wished I could cover my lips with my fingers but I was tied up.
The only thing I could do was let the tears fall as I cried like a baby. He’s right.
I keep repeating it but my stupid self just wouldn’t take a hint.
I’m not meant to be successful. Nothing good is meant for me, I’m fucking cursed. I shouldn’t try anymore, if I get out of here, I wouldn’t try anymore.
” I accept my fate. I accept it.”
I sniffled bowing my head slightly.
**THIRD-PERSON’S POV**
In a matter of minutes, numerous police offer surrounded the body of Mr John. The corner was contacted. Pictures were taken and reporters tried to get a scoop of the latest story.
The man seemed to be a very boring person. John kept his identity as a private detector hidden from most people. He felt it was safer that way, it was but in the case, it cost him his life. Most people already concluded that he was mistaken for someone else. Just a boring person at the wrong place, wrong time.
Investigations had begun but even they knew no evidence would be found. Another killer had escaped the clutches of justice and another man lost his life to the harsh, cold and cruel hands of a cold-heartened killer.
Story of his life.
**Annabelle**
My head weighed twice as much as a hammer. I had cried so hard it gave me a headache.
I gently raised it up but not before hissing in pain.
Fallon is in a coma, Ava hates me gut so who could help me.
I didn’t tell anyone any of my whereabouts, I had no one here since I got back. The only who I talked to was John. The guy who was supposed to make everything clear tomorrow.
I didn’t want to be stuck in here. I wondered what Renee would do to me? He wasn’t working alone so when do I get to meet his partner in crime.
Like my mind was read, the door clicked open and a woman walked in.
I could tell as her heels clicked. She moved closer and the second she got into the light, I saw her face. My mouth fell open. I wasn’t expecting this. Well, now that I think of it, I guess I was.
Apart from Renee, she’s the only one with the motive for all three of us.
Fallon crushed her heart when he left her. I crushed her soul by diverting his attention from her.
She hates Ava for stealing Fallon. The only one who has the power, influence and extreme motivation to pull off a stunt as huge as this.
“Miss me, darling,”
She trailed off slightly bending her knees.
“Stephenie!”
I growled out.
“The one and only. Right in the flesh.”
She did a little twirl for me before cackling evil
“Baby girl, you’re so lucky that I caught you. I’m just getting started, and my darling gets first-class tickets to the show. It’s going to be humourous, thrilling, suspense-filled by the time I’m done, you’ll be crying your eyes out. Seat tight and don’t go anywhere.”
She mocked, spun around and walked away.
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