The Cartel - Ashley Antoinette Snell [102]
Her body curled up in a fetal position, and her hands tucked between her legs, she hadn’t awakened since they’d made the trip across the seas. The vicious beating that the Murder Mamas had inflicted upon her had left her badly injured, and right at death’s doorstep.
For six long months Ma’tee had taken great care of his young princess, nursing her back to health. Now he anxiously awaited her arousal. Her body was ripe, and ready to be plucked. He knew she was made just for him from the first moment he saw her.
He finished squeezing the juice from the fresh oranges and placed a glassful onto the tray then made his way downstairs to awaken his sleeping beauty.
She heard the heavy thud of footsteps as they descended the stairs. She played possum, not wanting to wake up and face her captors. She didn’t know how long it had been since she had been taken. The last thing she remembered was taking blows to her head with a gun.
“Diamond Princess, my princess, wake up.” Ma’tee placed the tray of food on the nightstand beside the luxury queen-sized bed.
Startled, Breeze jumped up and scrambled away from him. Her body shook as she put as much distance as possible between herself and Ma’tee. Her arms and legs were weak from being in bed for so long, but she was determined to get away. Her back hit the wall and she pulled her knees close to her body as she huddled on the bed. She surveyed her surroundings. There were no windows, only a pale light bulb illuminated the room.
It was far from a dungeon, however. Ma’tee had made sure that anything she could ever need was inside the room. The plush red carpet, imported French furniture, and marble bathroom made the space look like a studio apartment.
Breeze was instantly confused. She remembered being kidnapped, and she had heard the girls that had taken her say that they were going to kill her. What happened? Why am I here? Quivering and crying, she looked around frantically. “W-where am I?” she asked. “You can’t keep me here. My family will come for me,” she stated, her words breaking in her throat.
Ma’tee sat on the bed and crawled over toward Breeze. He felt his manhood harden. She was so beautiful, so young, and her body so tight, and now she was his and his alone. He ran his fingers through her hair, his eyes focusing on her as if he were staring at a piece of historical art.
She cringed as his fingertips touched her face and smacked his hand away. “Don’t,” she whispered weakly.
“You don’t have to be afraid of me, princess. I won’t hurt you. Just let me touch you,” he whispered lustfully.
“No! Help me! Please, somebody help!” Breeze screamed at the top of her lungs as she fought Ma’tee off.
Ma’tee was relentless in his pursuit. He was like a dog in heat. He just had to discover the treasure that Breeze was hiding between her legs. He didn’t care that she screamed in protest. No one could hear her. And even if she did run, there was nowhere for her to go. She would never be able to navigate her way through the Black Mountains and the Noire Forest that accompanied them.
He groped her and ripped at her clothes, as he forced his tongue into her mouth.
Breeze did the only thing she could think of and bit down as hard as she could on his tongue.
“Aghh!” Ma’tee screamed. He smacked Breeze across the face, causing her to hit her head against the nightstand hard enough to leave her disoriented.
A river the color of crimson flowed onto the white sheets, and she felt the pressure of Ma’tee’s weight as he climbed on top of her.
“Ah didn’t mean to hurt you. Ah just want to love you. Stop fighting me, my princess. Yuh belong to me now.”
Those were the last words she heard before her vision became blurry, and her entire world went black.
When Breeze awoke, her entire body ached, and Ma’tee was by her bedside, watching her. She could see insanity in his eyes. What does he want from me? She felt a pounding underneath her skull and reached up