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“Oh yeah?” I snort, finger fucking her cunt on the table, forcing her to convulse on the table in spasms, gushing. “Then lucky fucking me. I chose the bitch with the best body around,” I smirk, licking my fingers and standing, knocking the chair back. “I’m full. Thanks for the meal.” I lick my lips, and she sniffles, huffing on the table, unmoving.

I turn away from her, cracking my neck, and I hear her stomp off, and soon her slam the door to the bathroom before I hear the shower running.

Ignoring her little outburst, I go over to the cabinets, opening them myself, only to see more than a few canned goods and a good amount of homemade preserved items like jams, peaches, and shit. I then cut my eyes over to the cereal box she pulled out and glance at it, seeing we’re well past the expiration date.

There’s a tiny mini fridge as well, and I bend down and open it to see there’s a jug of milk still chilled. From the smell I can tell it’s still good. There’s also an ample amount of beers.This bitch…I snort, chuckling at her cute efforts at pissing me off.

Standing, I grab a can of homemade preserved peaches, pull out my knife, and pop it open along with a beer. I place the knife back into my belt and plop down at the table.

Damn, this really is the life. Maybe I should let my lawyer g— I go still when I hear a loud snap in the back as the sound of thunder and rain roars loudly.

I knock back the chair and throw the peaches onto the table, causing them to spill over. I sprint for the bathroom where I don’t bother banging on the door since I can hear the loud rain from outside.

I lift my foot and kick the door in to see this bitch standing in the window with the dress I’d taken from her. When she spots me, she gasps and goes to jump, but I leap forward and catch her bythe edge, and she dangles out the window. I grit my fucking teeth because I grasp her with the hand that I fucked up breaking out of the trunk.

“WHAT THEFUCKDO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” I hiss, holding her as she dangles from the window and scratches at my hand, causing it to bleed profusely.

“GETTING AWAY FROM YOU, BASTARD! LET ME FUCKING GO!” she yells over the cold stinging rain pelting against her face, flailing around like a fish dying to get back into water.

“Birdie, I fucking warned you.” I snarl, growing more livid. “You’re playing a dangerous fucking game! I swear I’ll—” I’m cut off when she bites my hand, and while I’m not a fucker who flinches at pain, her teeth grind against the bone that’s probably fractured, forcing me to drop her. She splashes into the water on the flooded grounds around the house. “FUCK!” I curse, looking for her, heart racing harder than it should.

When she pops up, gasping for breath, dark tightly coiled hair smattered all on her face, our eyes lock before she turns to glance at her car. I glare and hoist myself out the window, splashing down hard but landing on my feet, making her wade faster toward the flooded red Tesla.

I slosh through the water after her, but she makes it to the car before me. I watch her pull a key from her pocket and unlock the door, trying to yank the card door open, but the water makes it damn near impossible.

When she glances back to see me closing in on her, she must have summoned up some super fucking strength because she not only gets the door open, but she hops in and slams it behind her, locking it just as I reach her.

With eyes that clearly ring out fear, she scrambles to start the car, but of course it won’t fucking start since it’s flooded out. I bang against the window, and she ducks, screaming. Although I can’t hear her through the rain and the window, I see my little Birdie trying her best to escape me and as much as it pisses me off, the notion excites me.

“OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR, BIRDIE!” I smile, rain coming down harder, and when she looks up at me, lightning strikes in the sky and I see her cross herself. Suddenly, my temper flares. “OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR OR I’LL BREAK IT DOWN!” I shout, but she ignores me as a look of realization comes across her face before she looks up and I sneer, knowing then and now when I get my hand on this bitch…ohhh when I get my hands on her…

Chapter 7

Migration Denied

ROBIN

“OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR BIRDIE!” he grins like the devil incarnate, and the darkened sky behind him as the hurricane rages on causes him to look twenty times more sinister. Though when lightning strikes directly behind him, I take it as a warning from God telling me not to let this mother fucker near me again, or it will be the beginning of the end.

I cross myself, shaking, but ain’t no bitch in my blood. I’m not about to let this fucker scare me into kneeling to him.So, I made the decision to take matters into my own hands. I thought if only I could get to my car… well I’m in my car, now fucking what?!

My phone is at home, my car is fucking dead, and I got this big ass mother fucker beating at my window about to shatter it.What do I do?! Think Robin! THINK!

Then, as if God is giving me one last lifeline, I glance up at the SOS signal. I go to press it, but he must have noticed it becausehe bangs harder on the glass, shattering that mother fucker just as my hands graze the button, slightly pushing it. However, that’s when he reaches in and grasps me by the collar of the dress, yanking me from the car and out of the window.

“GOT YOU!” he sneers with excitement and my blood curdles as he drags me kicking and screaming.

“PLEASE! GOD! PLEASE LET ME GO!” I cough as some of the flood water gets into my mouth. He hoists me over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes and I continue the good fight as hard as I fucking can. I catch him slipping and bend his finger back.

“FUCKING SON OF A B—” I don’t let him finish his sentence as I wrangle out of his arms and jump, splashing into the water, running for my life. For some reason the water is flooded higher around the cabin, but I wade my Black ass through that nasty ass sewer water, ignoring the ache and cuts in my feet. “BIRDIE! YOU EVER HEARD YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN’T FUCKING HIDE?!” he cackles, sending chills down my spine.

I make the vast mistake of looking over my shoulder and scream at the top of my lungs because what the fuck is this, Get Out?! It might as well be by how fast this big ass mother fucker is chasing me down.

“LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU SICK FUCK!”

“I’ll show you sick when I get my hands on you!” he snarls like a beast as lightning strikes overhead, but I run, ignoringthe foreboding dark clouds and howling winds.The hurricane… fuckkkkkk!

I run until I can’t fucking run anymore and look back to see he’s no longer there. Thankful the rain only slightly lets up as I pant and veer off, ducking behind a big tree, gulping air, blinking the sweat and light rain out of my eyes.Did he give up… did he stop chasing after me?! Fuck! This was a horrible time to leave my phone at home…

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