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DALLAS

What is this man?

D allas thought, thinking of Kasim, who was in the next room.

He had ten fingers, ten toes, two arms, and three legs, but he didn't appear human.

Maybe his third leg was what made Dallas question his humanity because the tool between his legs was surreal.

Whatever he was, he was fucking gorgeous.

Not only the way he acted but his appearance.

He couldn't be human because God didn't make men this perfect.

Dallas couldn't put her finger on it, but her being here was taking a toll on her. Not to mention, she was beginning to miss Big Boy. Even the argument they had for the New Year coming, she wished she could go back to that day.

She wasn't quite sure what would happen the seventh day, if she'd even make it out alive, but if that day came, she would wrap him in her arms forever. At night, she wondered if he thought of her and the things he thought too. Did he go to the police or even go on his own manhunt?

Infuriated, Kasim continuously shook his head frustrated with the amount of tears Dallas released. At this point, he was ready to just let her go. He didn't care what his father had to say; he was tired of her crying.

Dallas was confused by the way Kasim adored her, but she knew it was all a part of their plot.

One minute he looked at her as if he admired her, then the next, he acted out as if he would kill her with his bare fucking hands.

Although he had a slick ass mouth, he was sort of compassionate, and it was evident through his eyes that he was remorseful.

He continued to watch her as her heart sank, and the tears never stopped.

It was as though he had her under some sort of spell. Confused.

As Dallas stood there, frozen in fear, Kasim suddenly began to move toward her. His steps were slow and deliberate; Dallas could feel the weight of his gaze upon her. She tried to step back, but her feet seemed rooted to that very spot. She was trapped, unable to move or escape.

He stopped in front of her, his eyes burning with an inner intensity.

He reached out and touched her face; his fingers traced the curve of her cheek.

Dallas felt a shiver run down her spine as his touch sent sparks through her body.

She couldn't help but grab his hand that sat nestled on her cheek then looked him in the eyes.

If I fuck him, will they let me go?

Dallas thought. She wanted so badly to ask, but she didn't wanna seem like a slut. However, at this moment, she would do what she had to do to get set free.

"If I . . . If I . . . If . . . you know." Her eyes snuck down toward the bulge on his pants. They found their way back up to his dreamy eyes and paused momentarily. "Will you let me go?" She dropped her head.

"You're saying if you give me some pussy will I let you go?" Kasim asked bluntly. She nodded her head yes, causing his heart to drop. "Is it that important for you to go?"

"Yes," she whispered. "Why keep me here?"

"To safeguard you."

Dallas didn't know what that meant, but it sounded good and confused her at the same time.

It was like her heart betrayed her. She was starting to crave Kasim's presence.

She even thought of Day 7 and if she would actually think of him when away from him.

She knew that the possibility of Kasim falling for her was slim to none, because darkness lurked beneath their love.

"You don't gotta give me no pussy. You can just get the fuck on." Kasim's facial expression switched up as if he was some bipolar, sick mothafucka.

He stormed off, and this gave Dallas no hope. She didn't wanna piss him off, but she wanted to get set free. She wanted to go stand by the door in hopes it would magically open, but the thought of Kasim hating her kept her frozen in one spot.

After a few moments, Dallas found the willpower to go find Kasim.

She knew exactly where to find him; in his bedroom, next to his candles.

This was where he spent all his time as if he was meditating.

She slowly walked inside and just watched him.

He didn't bother looking over, so she walked further by his side.

"Kasim, I have to go. I know my family is worried and I . . ." Dallas released a breath of trapped air.

"Need to get home to yo’ nigga. I said you can go."

"It's not that. And no, having sex with you not worth it, but if it's the only way . . ." Dallas went to say, but the sound of the door's latch unlocking stopped her.

She sighed quietly, hoping it wasn't his brother and they were gonna be acting like two fools again.

Suddenly, the smell of perfume filled the air causing Dallas to spin on her heels.

She frowned seeing that it was a woman. She knew what would happen because it seemed like sex was the only thing that took place in this establishment outside of gambling.

Dallas looked over at Kasim, and for some reason, he had this certain glow in his eyes.

Dallas instantly got jealous because he wasn't wearing that same look of hatred he gave all the women that stepped foot in his presence, even her.

She called herself eyeballing Kasim so he could focus on her, but he completely ignored her. His eyes crinkled at the corners, his smile warm and genuine as he admired the woman.

Another pang of jealousy twisted in Dallas’s chest, like a knife turning slowly.

She felt a surge of possessiveness, a desire to claim him as her own.

But she pushed it down, trying to rationalize her emotions.

After all, she had no right to feel this way.

Yet the monster persisted, gnawing at her insides.

Why did it hurt to see him connect with someone else? He didn't belong to her. This strange arrangement wasn't permanent. So she wrapped her mind around Big Boy and turned away. Before she could make it out the door, she heard the woman say,

"I missed you, Kasim."

And this left a bad taste in Dallas's mouth. Whoever this woman was, Kasim was into her.

Fuck them. I need to go home.

Dallas gave them both her ass to kiss. She headed for her room where she would only be four more days. She pulled out the notepad she had gotten from an old hutch then plopped down to her bed. She began writing another letter to Big Boy that she prayed one day he would receive.

As stated, she wasn't sure if she would make it out dead or alive, so she prayed that she could leave words of her memories behind.

In hopes he would understand where she had been and how she truly felt.

The way she felt about Kasim right now, Big Boy's absence weighed heavy on her chest. It only made her miss him more.