"No…please. Give me a few more minutes, I'm not ready yet," a young feminine voice pleaded, feeling her skin crawl underneath the lustful gaze of an old man, who had a big fat belly, ugly face, bead eyes, and hairless head.
His lustful smile in the multi-colored dimmed-up room made him look spooky and disgusting for her eyes, causing her to shudder in fear as he pressed his swollen tummy on hers."This is the third time you've said that within the past forty minutes, Aysel," he said, whilst tracing her perfect round cheek with his short fat fingers, moving down to her nape and then towards her plump little boobs."We agreed on a deal so don't go back on your words, my love. You know the consequences you will encounter if you dare to," he reminded her coaxingly with a wide grin plastered on his wrinkled face, revealing his yellow to brownish sickening teeth.Aysel immediately felt the urge to throw up right on his face but on second thoughts, she couldn't afford to ruin their deal.She urgently needed the money he offered to have a nightstand with her. And because she was still pure and untouched by no man, yet, he doubled the sum, making it $2,000. Which was more than enough to settle her unbalanced fees in college and her mother's hospital bills with some extra cash lying around.With a firm resolve, Aysel shut her eyes, letting out a puff. She tried to calm her unsettled heart and nerves as she awaited the start of their deal.The fat lustful man smiled in satisfaction when he saw that she was finally being obedient and not turning him off by refusing."Good Girl," The greasy man praised her obedience as he led her toward the king-sized bed in the room.Aysel lay upon the bouncy soft mattress, clenching her fist tightly by holding onto the bedspread covers. She tried as hard as possible not to resist him by chanting the reasons she was going through the ordeal in her head. Without much foreplay, he began to take off her clothes one after the other, starting with her dress. His short fat hands roamed all around her body softly, enjoying the feel of her smooth skin as it lasted."You look lovely my charming beauty, and even more stunning without a dress on, my dear." He vied her nakedness shamelessly.Whenever her name rolled out from his stinking mouth filled with the stench of alcohol and cigarettes, the urge to throw up only grew more in the depths of her stomach.Aysel stiffened as she waited for him to take her undies off, but suddenly got interrupted by the sudden bang on the door.A man stumbled into the room, interrupting the old man's further attempts.Instinctively, Aysel grabbed the bed covers and shielded her body up to her head. She felt ashamed of letting herself to be seen naked by another stranger.From under the cover, Aysel heard an angry hiss from her partner as he went down the bed."Who the hell are you?" He barked infuriatingly, for he had been interrupted in the middle of his sweet actions."Where is she!" The stranger demanded, his drunken hoarse voice resonating in the room, sending chills down Aysel's spine immediately she heard his demanding tone.She had never heard of such a dominating and fearsome voice before. She wondered who he was searching for to sound enraged."Where is who? There is no one here. Get the hell outta here, you are not welcome," The old man angrily demanded. However, he felt intimidated by his chilling tone, penetrating gaze, and body build, which was around 6'2 feet tall, towering over him.Deciding to stand his ground, he pushed the unwanted stranger out of his room but got shoved away effortlessly by the latter before he could even reach out to him." Scarlet!" The stranger yelled out in his drunken stupor, his eyes surveying the dimmed room till they fell upon the roughened bed covers.With long and decisive strides, he walked toward the bed, not bothering to uncover the duvet to see who was underneath it. He recklessly threw her over his shoulder and trotted out of the room.Aysel gasped, her eyes almost falling out of their sockets the instant she felt herself being flung over a well-built and firm body.'What the fuck is this bastard doing?!' Aysel yelled in her head. She had the urge to scream for help before she got abducted by him but she didn't want to be seen unclothed by more people so she remained quiet, silently hoping for a miracle to occur.The old man blocked the stranger's path before he could leave, only to be heartlessly kicked on his tummy by the stranger's latest collection of corporate shoes, sending him flying till his back hit the walls of the hallway roughly. A scream erupted in the hallway as the old man whined in pain, clutching his aching fat tummy as he rolled over on the ground."Do you dare block my path?" he questioned, tilting his head as he gave the old man a scrutinizing glare."No one ever messes with Anthony Garcia, for they won't live long to tell the tale. Take this as a warning and never cross paths with me again!" Anthony warned in a husky and indifferent tone. A cold aura oozed from him with a zero sense of remorse after hitting an old man so badly."Anthony Gracia? Why does his name sound familiar?" Aysel scanned her brain trying to figure out who or where she heard that name from." Damn! It's that harlot, Scarlett's fiancee from college." She muttered under her breath. Scarlett was a bitch in college, who went around causing chaos between lovely couples who were in a relationship all because she had the face and figure every man would die for."What is he doing here? and that too with me? I am pretty sure we have never crossed paths before." Aysel felt her heart race within her ribcage."Anthony Gracia, if you know what's best for you then you had better drop me down before I call the cops on you ." She threatened but stupidly she had said it in her head.How does she expect him to hear her little threats when she wasn't voicing it out?Before Aysel knew it. She was thrown at the back of a Lambo, with Anthony driving her in a direction she knew nothing about. Aysel cautiously removed the covering from her head and peered out the black-tinted window.Anthony was speeding recklessly, overtaking every car in his path, even ignoring the red traffic lights as he raced ahead."He seems furious, but honestly, who cares? Is he trying to end my life prematurely?" Aysel tensed up, she wasn't ready to die even though life had been treating her unfairly.Struggling to find her balance in the chaotic car, Aysel mustered her courage to confront him."Hey! Anthony Gracia or whatever you called yourself. Why are you abducting me? Do I look like a kid to you?" She demanded, her anger flared at the audacity of his actions, unable to comprehend why he would involve her in his affairs when they had no connection whatsoever. "Scarlett, get back to the back seat. We have unfinished business to attend to!" He barked from the driver's seat, his attention fixed on the road ahead."Scarlett? Do I sound like.." Abruptly, he made a sharp left turn, causing Aysel to lurch to the side of the car and hit her head against the window. The impact knocked her unconscious, and she slumped in her seat, her breathing shallow and uneven.The following morning, Aysel slowly regained consciousness, her long lashes fluttering open to the gentle glow of morning rays caressing her face.Aysel felt a throbbing pain shoot into her head once she tried to sit upright on the bed making her wince in pain."Ouch" She grimaced, stroking her aching head. She couldn't remember where she had hit her head previously but the pain was almost unbearable."Why is my head aching so badly? Did I bump it somewhere?" She muttered. Slowly, she felt conscious of her surroundings. Her eyes glanced around at the room she was in. She was greeted by an unfamiliar room of undeniable opulence.Elegance and luxury adorned every surface with a regal presence, from the ornate golden chandelier casting a soft, enchanting glow, to the sumptuous furnishings that whispered lots of riches and status.She knew she had never been there before, It was a stark contrast to her humble abode back at home, as if she had stepped into a realm of lavishness and extrava
THREE MONTHS LATER... "Aysel, my dear, please come downstairs for breakfast. Today is your college graduation, and yet here you are, still in bed, fast asleep. When will you start acting like a responsible adult?" A motherly voice complained. Her voice resonated in the peaceful home, where only a mother and daughter duo resided, creating a warm and loving atmosphere. "Mom, please let me sleep a little longer. I promise I'll come down for breakfast in thirty minutes," Aysel's drowsy voice responded to her mother's complaining tone. "That's what you said earlier, Aysel. You need to see the doctor. You've been feeling tired and sleepy for a few weeks now, and I'm concerned that you might be getting sick. Once you've had your breakfast, we'll go see Dr. Andrew for some tests and a check-up. You don't seem well to me." Camellia said, feeling concerned about her daughter's health."I'm not sick Mom, I am just tired due to the stress in college, and the exams we wrote were like hell but t
"Mrs. Aysel Brown, congratulations! You are two months pregnant!" he exclaimed, extending his hand to congratulate Aysel. However, his hand was left hanging in mid-air, as Aysel hesitated to reciprocate the gesture.A small frown briefly appeared on Dr. Andrew's face, but he quickly dismissed it, redirecting his hand towards Camellia instead. Yet, his attempt to engage Camellia was met with a harsh glare, indicating her displeasure about the unexpected news so he slowly retracted his hand and took a seat back on his chair. "What do you mean by my daughter is pregnant, Dr. Andrew?" she asked, struggling to accept the sudden and unexpected news the doctor shared.Dr. Andrew's response was cheerful, and he seemed oblivious to Camellia's disbelief. "Isn't it wonderful news, Mrs. Brown? You're going to be a grandmother!" he exclaimed, his excitement palpable.However, Camellia's reaction was far from what Dr. Andrew had expected. Instead of being overjoyed, she gave him a deadpan glare,
In a room that looked like it hadn't been arranged in days, the floral-designed bedsheets were roughly kept on the single-sized bed. Pink and blue colors decorated the wall of the room giving off a feminine kind of vibe with the huge Teddy Bear placed on the bed. A make-up table and a wardrobe which had pictures of great celebrities and musicians of the occupying individual. A little club light hung up on the ceiling and a boom player was placed at the side of the room.The whole interior exuded an air of teenage to young adult typical kind of room.But the air in the room had drastically changed with the mother and daughter pair seated on the bed but in a heated discussion. "Mother, I promise it was done for a good reason. I did not mean to do such but I had to." Aysel cried out, tears flowing out her Hazel Brown eyes as she clutched onto her mother's dress, desperately begging her to believe what she said."Then tell me what made you take such a drastic decision, Aysel. Wasn't
****A taxi unhurriedly drove through an estate driveway, stopping at the front of a towering black gate. A young girl with wavy Dark Brown hair tied in a ponytail and Hazel Brown eyes stepped out of the taxi. She was dressed in blue jeans and a gray top neatly tucked into her pants which enlightened her curves, paired with a black sneakers shoe. She dragged her feet on the ground as she dazedly went to the taxi window and tipped the driver as she whispered... "Thanks, Mr.Fred," she said with a subtle smile on her delicate features which now looked pale."Anytime Young Mrs. Brown." The driver known as Mr.Fred said with a gentle and understanding smile. He had known Aysel for some time now and all the rides he had had with her she was always cheerful, having something to talk about. But he had never seen her so quiet and low-spirited during a lift.She was lost in her inner thoughts all through the ride, making him wonder what bothered her. He asked what was wrong with her change
That was how easily Aysel could get tired and sleep for long hours.......… "Mama, please! I don't want to go to school!" pleaded a young boy of around five years old, his wavy, short brown hair bouncing as he darted around the spacious sitting room. Seeking refuge, he scurried behind the grand golden dining chairs, attempting to evade his determined mother."Alexis, come back here! It's time for your bath, and you have exams today," called out a young woman with a similar shade of brown hair, neatly tied up in a bun. She wore a simple, flowing dress, but her face showed signs of exhaustion. She had been chasing after the mischievous little rascal for several minutes now, but he adamantly refused to comply, insisting that he didn't want to go to school. "I don't want to! I hate my teacher! She always pulls my ear and calls me a naughty boy, even when I haven't done anything wrong!" he exclaimed in a frustrated, childlike tone, as he emerged from his hiding spot only to swiftly move
However, his tone quickly escalated, transforming into a mixture of disdain and sinister intent as he spoke."What on earth brings you to my residence? Were my warnings not clear enough to stick into your head, or are you here to squeeze extra money out of me?" His words sent a shiver down Aysel's spine, leaving her at a loss for words as she vehemently shook her head, silently conveying to him that he was wrong, she wasn't there to get more money from him but it was for more important reasons. She desperately searched for an explanation, only to find her mind frustratingly blank.Scarlett was lost for a moment about what Anthony was talking about, it never crossed her mind to think they had met before and what could their meeting be about?She found her tongue and raised a question that had been on her mind."Do you know that thing?." She asked pointing her fingers in Aysel's direction. "And where," Scarlett inquired, her voice filled with curiosity as she approached him on the st
Scarlett couldn't figure out why Aysel wouldn't just leave."What does she want from my fiancé? More money? Well, she won't get it," Scarlett thought as she saw Aysel wince in pain from the second tug on her hair."You..." Aysel gritted her teeth as she tried to free her hair from Scarlett's grasp."I've always known you're trouble, you're a witch, and now you've proved it. You made me trip to harm my unborn..." Aysel's words trailed off.Aysel would never want to reveal the truth about her pregnancy. Especially not in front of a witch. "Babe, let go of her. You shouldn't waste your time on her. Like I said before, she's just desperate. Desperate for more money. I'll give it to her if that's what she wants, so we can have peace and quiet in this home again," Anthony said, walking towards Scarlett and lifting her up from the ground.He felt he had been entertained enough and it was time to wrap things up before Aysel spilled the beans in front of Scarlett. He couldn't bear the though