Dead?

Chapter 12 third-person POV
She tries to bites him, but he uses his arms to brush her cheeks to the other side. His fingers forcefully finds their place to the middle of her honeypot. They were already.
His fingers, presses hard on her sensual spot and a light sweet moan eluded her lips. He thrusts his fingers inside of her without hesitating, she was going to collapse. Yeah, that was her weak point. “Please…” came her pleading, but he continued at a fast pace. Turning deaf ears to her words when she wouldn’t shut up, he asked, “will you beat or forgive me?”
Linda pondered over his questions before nodding her head. But that was not the way he had wants her to answer him, so he keeps thrusting harder and deeper, adding the extra two fingers to the already one finger. “I’ll forgive you, but let’s finish this at home.” At a blink, Eliot feels happy, but he didn’t stop at that, as he twists his fingers within her cunt, taking off his fingers one after the other. He’s best at one thing, “fingering and licking of cunt and clit. That’s his area of specialization.”
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They were home, about to go in, when Linda’s phone rings. “Dring…” She shuddered, and shoved her hands into her purse. She brings out the phone and place it closer to her ears. “Okay, ma’am, I’ll be there.” Hanging up the call, she looks over at her husband, Eliot, whose countenance have changed. “I’m sorry Eliot, but this is urgent, I need to be there right now. We get back together at night.” Her soft palms fell on his shoulder and gives a gentle caress before planting a soft kiss on his forehead.
He heaved down a sigh and walked inside the mansion. The sight of the person he met inside the house was alarming, he’s going to be laughed at today. It was his wife’s junior brother. “Look who we have here,” Desmond said with an evil grins formed on his face.
“Ren…lo…” Eliot stuttered for words, trying to dart his eyes from his both, they were locked with Desmond own. As usual, uproarious laughter filled the entire living room. He was lucky that Desmond friends were not around, but, “ssh…” He nipped his neck towards the sound and saw them at the bar. They were puffing smoke out of their mouths. Eliot looked up, and a heavy sigh eluded his lips.
Moments later, Eliot was on his knees, licking the dirt off their shoes. They were jeering at him, one of Desmond’s friend spits on his face and the rest of them burst into laughter.
“I don’t know what my sister sees in you, but I want you to know that; I’ll kill you if you dare do eye any other girl apart from my sister.” His legs heavily placed across Eliot face. Eliot grunted in submission, so Desmond released his leg, making Eliot to fall backwards.
“Now get out of our sight!”
Eliot hurriedly crawled out of their presence, shedding tears like a baby. Mucus were running down from his nostrils.
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Linda arrived at a big supermarket and drives to the car garage. She parked her car and alight from it. She walked to the other side swiftly, she paused in front of a Mercedes-Benz, squatted as if she wanted to pick something. She stands up rolling her backside, suddenly she turned around and presses a car key that she had picked earlier besides the Tyre of a Mercedes-Benz. She got into the car, flipping back her hair behind her ear.
After sliding herself inside the car, she revived the car engine by probing the key in the ignition switch. She tugged in an ear pod in her ears, wearing hand gloves.
Linda drives out of the supermarket garage. Meanwhile, someone had stalked her to the supermarket, the stalker was finding a spot to parked his car. When he looked out through his rear mirror, he still sees Linda car parked. The stalker stayed in his car awaiting Linda car to get opened.
Linda drives out to the subway, chewing her bubble gums. Inside the dark view of the under bridge, she alights when a car parked opposite her. Two fiery and huge man alights from the car, she suddenly stopped at her walking steps, walking in a slow motion. When she got there, the fiery man both bow down for her, ushering her inside the car.
“Sister!” Damien called. Linda rolled her eyes at him. His demeanor was evils, dark and scary but Linda never give a flinch.
“Get straight to the point.” She cuts him off when he was about to talk to something.
“Er…” He cleared his throat, turning his full face to her face such that they were looking eyes ball to eyes ball. There was something about his stare, Linda looked at him and couldn’t bring herself to remember the past life.
She vividly remembered everything, she remembers what transpired between her, Damien, and her father. She had a crush on a cute guy, the school hottest boy. She had walked up to the boy to confess her feelings when the boy pushed her off to the ground. Her elbows were bruised from the results of the fall.
She didn’t know how the news had gotten to the ear of her brother, who was Damien. Damien was naughty, he acts recklessly without thinking. He just got there and tried to defend her, but her crush throws a punch at him.
Damien was going to be pulled out a jackknife from his boots when she suddenly reached out to him and grabbed his arms. She was really ashamed because, her crush had humiliated her in front of the crowds.
She got home, depressed to eat or say something, she has to buried her head under the pillow. When a knock comes on the door, she neglects it. “Come on, honey, open this damn door and come grabbed dinner.” That was her father voice. The tone of his husky voice sends her stomach knocking at each other.
She was confused, trying to clean off her tears when the door bulge opened. His father was at the door side grinning at her.
“I heard someone get humiliated today. I’m sorry for that. But there’s a package downstairs.” Linda face flared up in curiosities. Her father really have a surprise for her? She couldn’t bring herself to believe that. When has her dad ever act good ever since, her mother abandoned him for a New York Man who turned out to be a mafia Lord.
Few minutes after, they were walking down the stairs with Linda heart running a thousand miles. When they got near the basement, the screaming emerging from within wasn’t appealing to tithe ears at all. Her gaze went straight to her father face and then to Damien. Damien never said anything, as he threw his face to the other side. When the door crept opened, she couldn’t believe her sight. There was someone whose ass was sitting hard on a chair with his hands tied horizontal to each other.
Suddenly, the guy coughed out blood. She was scared, she didn’t even realize what is making her heart to beat. Something was telling her that, that was her crush, but why is the woman there with him. He slowly raised his head up to face her. In a blink, Linda threw her face to the other side. Guilt eating her up from the inside. His sudden laughter makes her heart cracked. “Lin…DA…” His trembling voice finds their way out of his throat.
His stare was one thing, she walked close to him. When she almost gets near to his side, he sent a kick across her stomach with his two feet. Linda didn’t know when she flipped backwards, the stinging pain from her head hits on her when realized that she hits her head against the hard linoleum. A shot was heard, smoke from the gun was filling the entire basement. “Naidoo…” It was what makes her to suddenly nipped her gaze toward the direction of the voice, she follows his gaze. The woman was dead.
“That’s my mother, bitch!” He yelled. “Why shoot her?” Another shot was heard.
“That’s a flag to put you to caution. You dare to raised your feet against my daughter?” My father voice came, filling the entire basement. Before he could speak further, Damien pulled the final shot on the poor woman.
They were going to pull the trigger on him when he called my father, “a fucking monster.”
“No dad,” the shrugging from her head telling him what’s on her mind. She does not want him to shoot him. Her dad was was ready to let go if the idiot hadn’t say, “I swear. I’m going to tell the cops. I’ll revenge my mother’s death.” Damien didn’t wait further, as he pulled the trigger on him. Her screams filling the entire basement. That night she couldn’t sleep, she was restless and starts to develop some cramps below her abdomen. She didn’t realize when she has passed out.
The next day, she finds herself in the hospital. She has appendix and the kicks in which her had sent across her earlier on almost burst the riped appendix. She was operated on.
When she wakes up and learned that her crush was dead. She feels so bad, her schoolmates were all talking about his death. She feels enraged and resentful toward her father, there was this dog that her father loves more than anything. She was going to take her Revenge through that dog.
Three weeks later, when no one was watching, Linda walked up the terrace, lurking around with her eyes in watch for her dad. She opened her father’s door and steals his guns. Walking to the cage, without resisting her audacity. She pulled the trigger and have the dog brain splattered.
Having done this, her body suddenly becomes calm, afraid of what she has done. Scared to the point of what her father will do to her, if he later finds out. she ran away from home straight to water port. When no one was watching, she stealthily walks toward a ship and hide herself carefully, taking food provision along that will last her for the rest of the journey.
Luckily enough, when the ship had stopped at England. She finds her way out but was held captured by the thug which were present within the ship. She was blindfolded, chained and stuffed inside sack.
Her heart was ringing fast, when she noticed the car pulled up. Cringing noise from the gate. The roughly opening of the sack, the spit that was poured on her face when tried to raised her head up and gasped for breath.
“We found her hiding in the ship.”
“Take her out.” Came the ordering. I was scared beyond anything. “She’s just a girl, freed her and turned her into a maid.”
When she was brought to the limelight of the room.
There on the wall, her eyes flew to the picture hanging on the wall. That was her mom and her new husband. She still remember when her mom had emerged from the stairs, “mom.” She wanted to call but the devilish image behinds her was trying to interfere with her speech. Her mom facial expressions were something else, her lips trembled.
Whatever the case maybe, would her mother be willing to open up that she’s her real daughter to the devil behind her?