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Chapter 7

Migration Denied

ROBIN

“ O PEN THE FUCKING DOOR BIRDIE!” he grins like the devil incarnate, and the darkened sky behind him as the hurricane rages on causes him to look twenty times more sinister. Though when lightning strikes directly behind him, I take it as a warning from God telling me not to let this mother fucker near me again, or it will be the beginning of the end.

I cross myself, shaking, but ain’t no bitch in my blood. I’m not about to let this fucker scare me into kneeling to him. So, I made the decision to take matters into my own hands. I thought if only I could get to my car… well I’m in my car, now fucking what?!

My phone is at home, my car is fucking dead, and I got this big ass mother fucker beating at my window about to shatter it. What do I do?! Think Robin! THINK!

Then, as if God is giving me one last lifeline, I glance up at the SOS signal. I go to press it, but he must have noticed it because he bangs harder on the glass, shattering that mother fucker just as my hands graze the button, slightly pushing it. However, that’s when he reaches in and grasps me by the collar of the dress, yanking me from the car and out of the window.

“GOT YOU!” he sneers with excitement and my blood curdles as he drags me kicking and screaming.

“PLEASE! GOD! PLEASE LET ME GO!” I cough as some of the flood water gets into my mouth. He hoists me over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes and I continue the good fight as hard as I fucking can. I catch him slipping and bend his finger back.

“FUCKING SON OF A B—” I don’t let him finish his sentence as I wrangle out of his arms and jump, splashing into the water, running for my life. For some reason the water is flooded higher around the cabin, but I wade my Black ass through that nasty ass sewer water, ignoring the ache and cuts in my feet. “BIRDIE! YOU EVER HEARD YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN’T FUCKING HIDE?!” he cackles, sending chills down my spine.

I make the vast mistake of looking over my shoulder and scream at the top of my lungs because what the fuck is this, Get Out?! It might as well be by how fast this big ass mother fucker is chasing me down.

“LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU SICK FUCK!”

“I’ll show you sick when I get my hands on you!” he snarls like a beast as lightning strikes overhead, but I run, ignoring the foreboding dark clouds and howling winds. The hurricane… fuckkkkkk!

I run until I can’t fucking run anymore and look back to see he’s no longer there. Thankful the rain only slightly lets up as I pant and veer off, ducking behind a big tree, gulping air, blinking the sweat and light rain out of my eyes. Did he give up… did he stop chasing after me?! Fuck! This was a horrible time to leave my phone at home…

My eyes look over the night sky, but it’s so fucking dark I can see nothing. How long will I have to stay out here? Thunder booms overhead, causing me to jump.

“God… how long will I have t?—”

“GOT YOU!” I hear over my shoulder as he grabs onto me, laughing.

“AHHHHHHH!” I snatch away, my dress tearing, and run away again, tripping.

“BIIIRRRRRDDDIIIIIIEEEEE!” he calls out, laughing and whistling. “HEEERRRRREEEEE BIRDIE, BIRDIE, BIRDIE! DADDY’S LOOKING FOR YOOOUUUU!” he cackles and I duck behind another tree, hunkering down, covering my mouth to mask my heavy breathing.

“Birdie when I find you… oh fucking God, when I find you, I’ll rip into that tiny little pussy of yours so good, you’ll beg me not to leave. Come here and let Daddy change your life. You and I both know you want it!” he taunts and I cry.

Listening to the rain splashing around me drowns out his footsteps, but it does nothing for the heavy beating of my heart…

I don’t know how long I sit there crouched, but the water starts to rise even higher and… God I don’t want to be stuck out here when the hurricane comes through. Shit, it seems I’m damned if I do, damned if I don’t.

“Which is the lesser of the two evils… the hurricane or him?”

I’d definitely say the hurricane… I spin and see him standing inches away, scaring the fuck out of me as I fall over on my ass. He snatches me up, this time holding on so fucking tight I can’t get loose.

“AHHHHHHH!” I scream. This nigga somehow found a rope and hog ties me so no matter how much I kick and scream, I can’t go anywhere as he slangs me over his shoulders like a bag of bricks. “LET ME GO!”

“OKAY!” he snarls like a beast, dark brown eyes glaring fervidly and nostrils flaring.

He drops me into the flooded water that’s now above his thighs and I hold my breath, wiggling and fighting to stand up. Just as I lose my breath, he pulls me up.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I scream as he throws me over his shoulder again.

“Still want me to let you go, Birdie?” I gulp for air, shivering, but I keep my mouth shut, not wanting to provoke him as he carts me all the way back to the house. He kicks the door open, then shut, before he throws me onto the sofa, soaking it through.

I watch him horrified as he rips the dress off me with his bare hands, tearing it to shreds

“Birdie…” His hauntingly beautiful body and ripped muscles bulge with anger. “I fucking told you!” he grits out, slamming his hand to his head multiple times like he’s lost his mind. “I FUCKING TOLD YOU WHAT I’D DO IF YOU TESTED ME!” he shouts, and I reel back.

“F-fuck you,” I retort lamely because what did he expect me to do? Just sit around and twiddle my fingers until this mother fucker decided to kill me? Who the fuck does he think I am?

“Birdie, Birdie, Birdie, I fucking told you that if you crossed the fucking line again, I would show you what darkness truly is… I told you that I would fucking destroy everything you are.” He works his jaw. “Did you not believe me?” He cracks his neck.

“Do you really think I can’t handle a mother fucker like you?!” I sneer. “Ha, I been around mother fuckers who think they can bulldoze me, but I have news for you, bitch. I don’t get on my knees for no man!” I seethe and he throws his head back, laughing incredulously.

“Birdie, I will destroy you.” He comes over and snatches me the fuck up by the rope, cutting the ones at my feet so that only my feet are loose, and roughly drags me over to the bathroom, slamming down the window before he throws me into the tub and the ice-cold water permeates my skin.

“Ugggnnn!!” I wail, trying to get out, but he holds me there. I want to fight him, but I’m shivering way too fucking much. When he yanks me up, my teeth are chattering, and I feel my lips go numb from the cold.

But shit, if that wasn’t bad, my eyes widen when he brings out the knife from his belt and holds it up, making me whimper and close my eyes as I wait for the sharp pain I know will soon follow…

When no pain comes, I instead feel the panties I’d found fall from my body in the tub with a cold wet plot.

I shiver with the rope still binding me as I watch him grasp a towel with some soap and yank me into his lap, spreading my ass cheeks and to my fucking surprise, he starts washing my ass and pussy.

“W-WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!”

SMACK!

He slaps my ass, scowling.

“Do you think I’m going to eat dirty pussy?” he sneers, and my mouth drops open as if he’d slapped me.

“D-dirty?! Ain’t shit dirty about me!”

“Yeah, tell that to the fucking cesspool of shit you just fucking dove into,” he grumbles and I deflate, closing my lips, thinking about how nasty flood water is. However, when his finger dips into my asshole, I tense up, arching my back like a bow, though that doesn’t stop him from going further.

In fact, it makes him force his finger deeper, eliciting a wail.

“If you don’t want it to hurt, then loosen the fuck up,” he hisses, and with a choked sob, I relax as much as I can while he inserts one finger, then two. Fuck! By the time he gets to three, I’m a blubbering mess. My head is wobbling as my pussy clenches unnaturally and my ass feels like it’s gaping.

I pant as he massages my ass walls for what feels like an eternity. By the time he stops to wash his hands and moves onto cleaning the rest of my body, my entire being feels off. I’m even out of it as he washes my hair.

“Get out,” he commands.

I step out, shivering on wobbly legs, groaning at how my asshole still feels open. He leaves and comes back with a towel. Meanwhile, I’m still shivering, chilled to the bone as he chucks a towel at me and bends down, throwing me a comb, some unused scrunchies, and a bottle of gorilla snot. Damn, now I know white people lived here…

“Wh-wh-what d-d-d-d-do y-you want m-me t-t-to d-d-d-do w-wit th?—”

“Get yourself together.” He looks at me and sneers.

“Wh-why d-do I n-need to get myself t-together?”

“I like having a pretty bitch to look at when I fuck her. Why else?” His words cut me until I look in the mirror, jumping back, thinking I seen a ghost, but no bitch. That’s me!

“Fine, then u-u-untie m?—”

“The rope stays.” He leans against the doorframe, and I glare.

“H-how?” I chatter, covering myself. “H-how d-do you exp-p-pect m-me to d-do th-that?”

“Beats me. Figure it out,” he answers dryly with a raised brow, and I shiver with hatred as I snatch up the comb and gel, putting my shit in a loose ponytail, not trying to get cute, but he stands there scowling.

“Redo it,” he mutters, stepping into the shower, and I feel the warm steam hit my cold body as I grit my teeth, wanting to kill this mother fucker.

“What?! Why?!” I balk and he looks me over. Honestly, I’m not sure how I’m standing against him. The fear he invokes is terrifying, but I’m not one to back down.

“You talk to fucking much. Re-fucking do it,” he says, and I swallow, trembling, turning back to the mirror and redoing it into a better ponytail. “Redo it.”

“I...” I snap my lips shut and grit my teeth, redoing, it this time in a slightly better style b?—

“Redo it,” he growls, getting out after a long, nice ass hot shower that I hate leaves him smelling good as hell…

“But—”

“I said re-fucking-do it,” he growls, leaving, stalking behind me, intimidating the hell out of me even though I don’t back down.

“Ughhh!” I growl and she chuckles mockingly as I turn with the rope still bound to my wrists and redo my hair.

“Redo it.”

Again…

“Redo it.”

Again…

“Redo it.”

Again…

“Redo it.”

Again…

“Redo it.”

Uugggghhhhh I hate himmmm!

I storm off to the bathroom and stand in front of the mirror, scowling, or at least that’s what I expect to see… some tears, anger, frustration… but my eyes are dry, and I flinch when I notice I’m smiling. What the fuck is wrong with me?

I rub my face, trying to wipe the smile off and bite my lip as goosebumps rise on my skin. Something is wrong with me… I… fuck, something is wrong with me…