I saw “Candy” dressed in what could only be described as a see-through crop top. Her dyed platinum blonde hair was flowing freely over her shoulders, bouncing as she danced. She wore very high clear platform heels, a thong that seemed to disappear between her ass cheeks and lots of jewellery. The jewellery on her neck and wrists covered more skin than her actual clothes. I watched as she danced with the rapper. It was a rap video and Candy was the main vixen. She danced, shook her ass, twerked and generally did what vixens do in a rap videos. This was a far cry from the woman I recognized, the woman I married. This woman was a total stranger, an imposter. I reached for the remote, I could not watch this. I pointed the remote at the television but I could not bring myself to push the button. I strained and groaned, but all of my will was too weak to push a small button. I dropped the remote and broke down in pathetic bitter tears. The music continued to play as I cried, watching helplessly as Candy showed off her body and demeaned herself for everyone to see.
I thought I was depressed before, but this was something i could not understand. My mind became a war zone, collapsing on itself. I was reeling from the effects my situation was having on me. I felt as though my world finally crumbled. I lost all hope. Cornelius had won. He owned her now.
A few weeks later, I was already resigned to the reality of Ann being gone for good. All that was left was a cheap imitation, a woman I could no longer recognize.
I received another message. I already recognized the number, so when I saw the message I tossed my phone far from me. No good had ever come from those messages. I was done. Never again would I open another message form Cornelius and his goons.
I sat there frantically tapping my feet as my heart pounded in my chest, wondering what would be in the message. I was getting more and more worked up by the second. I reached for my phone and hovered my finger over it, all I needed to do was touch the button and I could see what message they had for me. I could see what other twisted way they had pulverised my already crumbled world.
I dropped the phone again. Every time I got a message, I was proven wrong, things always got worse. How much longer could I bear this torture? I grabbed my key and left the apartment. I took a walk. I knew being so close to the phone was the temptation. I needed some air. I needed to clear my head. I walked on, my thoughts forming a cloud around me. I barely saw the people I walked past on the streets. I walked like a man in trance, oblivious of my surroundings, my thought shrouding me in darkness. By the time I snapped back to reality, I had walked 10 miles away form my apartment. I sat on the road side, exhausted, weak, depressed.
Everything began to go dark. I realised I had not eaten that day. I guess there was so much torture my body could take. I began to sink into darkness. The world around me slowly faded. Is this how it all ends? Will I finaly meet may maker? I had so many questions to ask of him.
I felt myself smiling. Maybe the sweet release of death was precisely what I needed to end my suffering. i felt like I was floating towards the end. And the end I dreaded so long, now seemed like sweet release to me.
I surrendered to the darkness, hoping that if there were an afterlife, it would be better than this dark, bleak, dystopian world.
I felt a hand grab my arm. I slowly opened my eyes and I could barely make out the silhouette of a man. He lifted me off the ground. His voice seemed to be so far away.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
I shook my head weakly. I felt myself being placed in a car, then the darkness embraced me once more. The sweet safety of oblivion.
By the time I awoke, I was back in my apartment, the gloom of reality rushed back into my mind and I remembered all my sorrows. I tried to get up, but I was still very weak.
“Take it easy, John.” I heard a familiar male vvoice. I opened my eyes and tried to focus on the blurry silhouette.
It was one of our former students, one of the young people we groomed for rebellion. He must have recognised me and helped me home.
He handed me a glass of milk. I took it from him and emptied its contents.
“I know you’re hurting, but you cannot continue like this.” He sat next tro me and spoke soothingly.
I grimaced. If only he knew what hellish inferno my life had become.
“Ann’s sacrifice would be in vain if you continued like this. She needs you to be strong, for her.”
I chuckled. “Ann?” She’s gone. Gone forever! I tossed the glass at the wall, shattering it into a thousand pieces.
I spent the afternoon going back and forth with him. He forced me to have some food and even got more food for my kitchen. He promised to check in on me again once I was able to put on a strong enough act to convince him that I had in fact picked myself up. He was oblivious of the impending doom that was the message lurking on my phone, waiting to undo all he had just done.
After I had eaten something, he left. I slept. My dreams had not been the same since Ann was taken from me, but that night, my dreams were vivid. I saw Ann locked behind bars, struggling to break fee. I saw myself running, running away, trying to save myself, abandoning her.
“You coward!” She screamed at me. Her voice shrieked, waking me up in cold sweat.
She was right. I was a coward. What sort of man chooses to abandon the woman he loves. I almost took the easy way out. Did I even deserve her love, her sacrifice?
I sat up in bed. I would not abandon her. no matter how long it took, I would be here, waiting for her.
I grabbed my phone and opened the message. “Click here”. It was all that stared back at me. Another link to see how far gone Ann was. With shaky hands but determined to see it through, I opened the link.
The screen went blank or a moment and then loaded up a website. I could easily tell that it was a porn site. I grimaced as a video loaded up in the screen. My finger hovered over the “Play” button, hesitant, but it was too late to turn back. If Ann could live it, the least I could do was watch it. I played the video.
The video started with “Candy” sitting in a couch. She was dressed in a skimpy black, lacy bikini that failed to cover much of anything. Her enhanced breasts struggled to remain contained by the light see-through material. Her makeup was heavy and her large hoop earrings dangled as she spoke to the man behind the camera. She had on red stiletto platform heels and her skin glistened with glitter.
“How horny are you?” A voice came from behind the camera.
“I am so horny right now, so wet, I want cock in all my holes.” She spoke in a high-pitched bimbo voice.
A guy walked into the frame. He was naked, tall and well built, hung like a horse. He was stroking his semi-erect cock and staring at her. She slid her hand into her panties and began to rub her clit as she moaned. She kept her eyes on the camera as she pleasured herself.
“More!” She moaned and slid off her panties. She spread her legs, displaying her pussy for the camera. She began to finger her pussy slowly, moaning with pleasure as she did.
Another man came into the frame. He was of a similar build as the first man, but with a slightly larger cock.
My hands became unsteady. I could tell what was to happen next. I set the phone down and I held my hands together as I continued to watch.
“Is that enough?” The voice behind the camera asked again.
“One more.” She replied. She ran her tongue over her lips as she looked into the camera, like a pro.
A third man entered the frame, he was slightly built, but had the equipment for the job.
She got on all fours and grabbed the first guy’s cock and began to stroke it slowly as she moaned. He held his gaze as the second guy positioned himself behind her. He slid his cock into her pussy and started to thrust hard and fast as she moaned with pleasure. She continued to stroke the cock in her hand as it got harder and harder. She stroked it faster and faster. The third guy stood next to the first guy and presented his cock to her. She ran her tongue over his cock and bean to suck on the fully erect cock.