Chapter 120: Chapter 120

~Bloodline~

Brian’s hands trembled as he held the photo, feeling not to blink as though if he did the photo would vanish out of his hand. Nothing had astonished him than beholding his father, Mr. Coleman, holding hand-in-hand, face lit up with smiles, as he posed with Ella’s husband in the photo. After beholding it for what seemed to be forever, he turned the rear only to behold a stylishly written note that maddened him even the more:

Cousin and I at sister’s wedding, May 1st 2021

“Oh my God!” Brian exclaimed, sniffing as he felt nauseated immediately. There was this roaring in him; as though he had a baby lion in him that was about shooting out. “Oh my goodness!” he exclaimed yet again, casting an investigative stare at the corpse on the floor and the image in the photo and saw the perfection in resemblance. He need not be told that he just murdered a bloodline. He could affirm to that because he barely knew his closest cousins let not to mention his distant cousins. He stared in the ceiling, shaking his head in regret and disapproval of the murder that just happened few minutes ago. He knew he was in for something worse and certainly this day was going to come back to him and question his decision to murder a relative for the sake of protecting a lady whose love for him he wasn’t too sure of. He felt like shedding tears but fought it back because Ella might breeze in any time soon and he would be hounded with questions about the tears. “I didn’t mean to do this, I didn’t ,” he tried to justify himself yet owning up to it, and feeling sorry anyways , since it could be the only thing he could do at the moment. He paused, hearing the shuffling of a walker and he perceived it was Ella. Quickly he pulled out the photo and put it into the pocket on his shirt, before she walked in with the false bag.

“I was able to find this one,” Ella said, holding out her hand to him, and he collected the false bag and squatted to the corpse to drag it into the bag. Gradually the stench of the blood was building and Brian squeezed his nose while he dragged it into the bag.

“One more thing,” he said, looking at Ella whose mouth pouted at the stench of the blood, “Get me a mop stick and a bucket of soapy water. We need to clean up and leave the police with nothing to investigate.”

Like a bat from hell, she left to fetch them and retuned shortly with his demands. She stood, staring at the corpse in the false bag while Brian dried up the blood that spilled. In no distant time everywhere was looking sparkling clean and free from the stench of human blood.

“If you have anything to pick up be fast about it. We are leaving now,” Brian reminded her, went into the bathroom to flush the fowl water.

But she remained as calm as light as though she was yet to accept her freedom and reality—that she would never be abused and enslaved anymore and her life would be bet on exploring and manifesting true love with the man she always wanted, own and fantasized about.

“Come on, move it,” Brian mumbled, staring around for one last moment if they left anything implicating. He lifted the corpse on his shoulder and grinned amidst grunting, “Damn heavy. Let’s go,” he said waiting for Ella to take the lead. She was still staring around the room for anything incriminating and recording image of her past abusive sexual moments that had happened in that room

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it was moments worth recalling- one of them was the night her husband after fingering her vagina for yet a long time and she didn’t get wet, he got his whip and lashed her buttocks beyond recognition, tied her legs apart with an elastic cord to the wall, knelt to her hairy vagina with a blade , and shaved the hairs.

“this smelling dirty hair you keep is denying our fucking pussy wetness, bitch,” he had cursed, shaved her hairy vagina to skin smooth, spat at it,” hmmm, sweet juicy pussy,” he said and spat twice more at the red lips staring at him.

And when he slid his three fingers into it, she was yet to be wet. “You fucking cunt! He had cursed and spanked her buttocks, and Ella had screamed at the top of her voice, as her entire body trembled under the elastic cord.. “Pussy get wet, pussy,” his husband had requested, buried his tongue, right into it and sucked the hell out of it as though he was sucking soft drink with straw. But her vagina disappointed him. Seeing that Ella had never gotten interested in getting wet during his experimental sex hours, he lashed her buttocks furthermore, yanked out his swollen venous penis, ignored lubricating it or Ella’s vagina for easy penetration

“You don’t want to get wet, uh, I am going to fuck you dry ,” he had threatened , spat at her face and leered at her. “You need to smell dirty while I fuck you, cunt! He had cursed her and was done stroking his penis.

“You – you-,” she stammered, wailing and shaking to disrupt him from penetrating her dry vagina “You can’t do that. You will hurt me,” she had finally said, screaming at the top of her voice, “Somebody help! Somebody help!” She had screamed yet further as he advanced to her with jestful mocking smile.

“You pussy, you don’t want to get wet so I can fuck, uh, I trust my mansion. It is sound-proof. No one can hear you scream.”

He had lashed her shoulders and burst with the whip and she had cried heavily, shutting her eyes and grinning each time the whip struck her body.

“But if you moan harder by the time I fuck you only then can anyone hear you because fuck sounds good and audible.” He had said very much closer to her now, his erect penis rubbing her clitoris. Furiously he had come between her parted legs, penetrated her dry vagina without pity and pounded hard. “Oh shit dry pussy taste better too.” He had mumbled pounding on while she vibrated and cried quickly.

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Once Brian touched her on the shoulders, she snapped out of her thought and breathed hard.

“Move it,” Brian said and they started making out of the mansion…