INICIAR SESIÓNShemika's POVThe road ahead stretched into darkness, only sliced through by the piercing white light of my headlights. My grip on the wheel tightened, my jaw locked, and my mind was cold.I was tired of dancing now, I just wanted to teach these motherfuckers a lesson.Jeffrey whimpered in the back seat, his hands tied, his eye sockets nothing but bleeding caves.I kept glancing at him time after time through the rearview mirror, but I didn't feel any pity. I loved what I was seeing. In fact, it didn't feel like enough to me.Every bump on the road made him grunt in pain. I wasn't careful with my driving, I made sure he hit his head against the door continuously until I started to make a sound with his head bumping into the metallic door.I didn't care.I loved it.Just as I zoomed past the shadowy road, something suddenly caught my attention-something so thin and subtle, it almost looked like a thread floating in the air across the road.A glint.Since the road was so quiet and it se
Shemika's POV"Yes. Your face. I feel like I've seen it before. You from around here?""Born in Madrid. But I fly around a lot," he said casually."Wow. Must be nice. You look like someone important." I added shyly.He smirked. "Some people say that," he admitted."What's your name?" I pressed further."Jeffrey," he said, straightening up. "Jeffrey Marcos."And there it was.The name I've been dying to hear.Just as I've thought of it, he's the one. The goddamn son of a gun. The one and only son and heir to Don Marcos.The room around me went silent. The music, the people, the lights-it all faded.I didn't hear anything anymore. The only thing that was ringing in my ear was the name.My smile didn't falter. I continued to fake composure and normality.I continued to ask him questions while we walked towards the elevator and took it to the down floor.We stepped out briskly and he seemed to have started to pick interest in my kind. I was happy I was making a good move.We both walked t
Shemika's POVSuddenly, the penthouse felt like a prison tonight.I stepped out into the cold night air, heading nowhere at first. Then my feet started moving to the elevator, then out of the penthouse. I stepped out of the house and took a cab to nowhere in particular. But I changed my mind soon enough. The moment the cab driver asked for my destination, I asked him to take me to Wet Nights.Of course, I know... Bishop warned me not to step out of the penthouse and most importantly, not to come to the club because he claimed it wasn't safe for me.But I needed to see Bishop, maybe, just maybe he could help me clear my head.It wasn't a long ride and I kept staring outside the window throughout the ride. A few moments later, the driver pulled up at the front of the club, and I stepped out slowly.I glanced up at the towering building, almost smiling at the miracles of innovations and technology. "Just look at how tall this building is, isn't it impressive?" I thought.I shook my head
Shemika's POVI flung my legs out of bed and buried my face onto my palm.It was as if the dream had triggered a particular part of my brain and so causing all other memories to flood back like it happened just yesterdayI let out a heavy sigh and flashes of Maya's struggle suddenly spiralled in my head. Despite everything that happened, Maya still managed to stand back up on her two feet and held me by my hand to make a meaningful life together.After everything, Maya and I started over.Or at least, we tried. It wasn't easy rebuilding from the ashes of hell. Maya eventually found some kind of peace-or maybe she just forced herself to. A few years passed, and she got married to a quiet man with kind eyes-as we thought. It was Cruz. Of course, she found peace in Cruz, but just when I was happy for her that she finally found the other pieces of her heart and had finally settled down, I began to realize that Cruz wasn't what he seemed to be.Before Maya died, I warned her severally ab
Shemika's POVOf course they stripped me and gang raped me again. Soon enough, this became one of my sweetest punishments and I started to commit offenses so they could come get me and of course dig that dick into me."You're just a toy. A stupid, broken toy." The men will laugh as they manhandle me."Yes, a perfect, nasty slut." I'll always whisper underneath my breath.Soon, I was beginning to lose my mind and I lost my sense of pain. I didn't know what pain felt like anymore.Even when I'm being burnt with hot irons, I usually find myself laughing instead of crying.The men started to call my mad Shemika. They thought I was mad. They had no idea it was the constant endurance of pain that made me into this deadly version.They dumped us in the basement again, bleeding, starving, broken.Maya cried almost every night,but as for me, I'll laugh really hard all through the night until I start crying while still laughing.Whenever they came for us again, I'd ask them to let my sister sta
Shemika's POVThis was when I saw it. Mom was tied to a chair.I was still crying and Mom refused to open her eyes to look at us, she was disappointed in us, we didn't keep to the promise-I screamed and now we're in danger and she's just too helpless to help us.They poured gasoline all over mom and before she could say anything to us, they lit the match stick and flung it at her."NOOOO!" I screamed.I started to struggle with the men that were pinning me down, I wanted to rush into the fire, to burn with my Mom. "No, please. Let her go-" My voice cracked as I screamed and begged.Mom was struggling in the fire, and after a while, she finally stopped shaking. Mom was gone, she died in pain.I suddenly stopped crying, my eyes couldn't form tears anymore.My breath hitched and my chest rose and fell in despair.It was this night that everything changed. The very last minute I saw mom take her last breath, my heart immediately went dark, consumed by rage and pure hatred.Maya already f







