The Cartel - Ashley Antoinette Snell [103]
“So yuh finally decided to awaken?” he asked. “I tasted you while you were asleep. Me never tasted pussy as sweet as yours. Me will be with you forever.”
The way he said the word forever caused a shiver to travel down Breeze’s spine. Forever wouldn’t be very long, if she had anything to do with it. She refused to live as his prisoner, even if the cell she’d been confined to was a luxury one. She’d die first. At least then, I’d be with Poppa and Money.
Tears came to Breeze’s eyes, and her hands shakily found their way to the space between her legs. It was wet, and when she examined her fingers, she noticed the blood on her fingertips. She immediately knew that Ma’tee had been inside of her. He had touched her, invaded her, and taken her against her will. Her once virgin pussy no longer existed, thanks to Ma’tee.
“Why the fuck are you doing this to me?!” she screamed, her hatred and fear evident in each word. “My family is going to come for me, and when they find me, they are going to kill you!”
Ma’tee remained calm, because he didn’t entertain idle threats. “Yuh dead to yuh family. Yuh been missing for six months. They haven’t come for yuh yet, and they will never come for yuh. Nobody knows yuh alive,” Ma’tee said, a smug expression on his face. “Me brought yuh hear to make yuh me princess. The longer yuh resist me, the harder it will be on yuh. Yuh can scream, fight, yell all yuh want, no one will hear. There are no windows for yuh to escape from. The doors are double bolted and chained. Yuh a long way from Miami. This is yuh new home. Welcome to Haiti.”
Breeze’s hopes began to die as Ma’tee’s words penetrated her brain. She knew that no one would be coming for her, if what he was speaking was indeed true. She jumped up from the bed and ran up the flight of steps. “Help! Please somebody help me!” she yelled. She looked back at Ma’tee in fear as he approached her. Her screams became frantic. “Please!” Tears burned her eyes, and her hands hit the wooden door so hard that her skin began to bleed.
In her heart she knew that it was true. She had felt the sway of the boat and heard the waves of the ocean as she was being brought over to the island. She thought that it was just a dream, a hallucination of some sort, but it was her reality. She felt like a slave and that Ma’tee was her master, the man who killed her father and brother.
“Right now yuh fear me, but yuh will grow to love me with time,” Ma’tee stated with a crazed look in his eyes. “Ah will never let yuh go. Haiti is yuh new home. When yuh ready, me will let yuh out of this dungeon, but not until yuh ready to accept your new life here as my queen. Forget who yuh were, and accept who yuh are now. No one is coming, ever. Me will kill yuh before me let yuh go.”
Breeze fell to her knees and sobbed desperately at the feet of Ma’tee. “Please don’t do this,” she begged. “I just want to go home.”
“This is home.”
Breeze reverted to her childhood ways as anger began to simmer inside of her heart. She began to demolish the room. “This is not my home!” she screamed forcefully as she threw lamps and overturned tables and chairs. “This is not my home! Let me go!”
She broke any and everything in her path as Ma’tee watched her without giving her a reaction. Once she ran out of energy and things to break, she collapsed on the floor and bawled in defeat.
“Yuh can destroy as much as yuh want and scream all day and night. It won’t change the fact that yuh here. Nothing can change that. Yuh belong to me.”
Ma’tee walked over and removed the tray of food that he’d brought her. He walked past her and made his exit. Before he left, he said, “Yuh will see food when yuh show me yuh deserve to eat. The longer yuh deny me, the longer yuh will starve.”
When he closed the door, Breeze heard the clicking of multiple locks, and all of a sudden, the entire room went black. She thought of the ones that she loved. Her mother’s face flashed before her eyes. Then she saw her brothers, Carter and Mecca. Last but not least, Zyir’s face appeared.
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