SHAKIR RASHAAN
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Kianna lay on the concrete, her legs flailing about
in an attempt to fend off her attacker. This stranger
had lured her from the car stating that something
was hanging from the rear, causing sparks and could
be a danger. All a lie; one big lie and now she was
forced to fight for a life that she now wanted more
than anything else.
The press had a field day, calling her his “trophy
wife” in order to secure the vice-presidential
nomination, but she didn’t pay those words any mind.
Their life was what dreams were made of; their sex
life was robust, their feelings for one another growing
stronger every day. Their darker side blossomed in
ways she couldn’t have possibly dreamed of. The
way he took control of every aspect of her life and
willingly surrendering with her submissive sister,
Lea, made things even more interesting ... she dared
say. Yes, her life was perfect.
All images of that perfect life swirled away since
the more she struggled, the more the stranger was
able to get a stronger hold on her body. All types of
thoughts about the reason this was happening ran
through her mind; but one egregious act sprang to
mind the moment the skirt rose above her hips. Oh
my God, he’s going to rape me! Is he going to kill
me?? I don’t want to die, not like this!
She yelled as loudly as she could, punching at him
while he dropped his forearm across her chest to pin
her down. Unfortunately, her repeated attempts to
yell for help were drowned out by the roaring engines
on the highway. Her struggles only infuriated him
as evidenced by the olive skin that had turned an
ugly shade of crimson. This time, he made a few
swift moves, evidently intending to subdue her in a
different manner.