Hi guys!
This time, I took some time to put in a little more detail. I'm working on making the length more longer, but with the scenes set in my head, I just can't stretch what's in my mind. I don't want to give you watered down erotica :)
Violet
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He was pissed.
And I was going to die. His hands seemed to grow closer and closer around my neck, and my lungs began to burn with the lack of oxygen.
And my heart. My poor heart was about to fail.
What was going to happen to my body? I have no family, not so many friends, and I was a donor organ.
But what was going to happen to my body? Would they burn me? Bury me in a plain wooden box? Would people attend my funeral?
Shit, I have no funeral plans.
"What the fuck are you think'n bout?" He moved his head now right in front of mine, so close we were touching each others nose.
"I-I-You, y-y-y ,you..."
"Speak Goddamnit!"
I quickly scratched at his hands around my neck, "I can't fucking talk with your beefy-ass hands around my neck!"
His eyes hardened, and I was preparing for my death. Why the fuck did I insult him? I could have died with less pain, but now he was sure going to torture me.
But he eased up.
I slumped to the concrete and took several quick breaths.
He bent down, and with one hand pushed my head up on the brick wall behind me.
The other hand found my wallet, and he flipped it open.
He started speaking in another language, which I assumed was Italian, and quickly got up from his squat position. He moved to the door that housed Ms. Delconti and her children, but not before warning me to stay my ass right where it was.
I started formulating ways to escape, but quickly remembered he still had my wallet in his hands, which had my license which had my address printed on it.
Which meant I couldn't run home.
Inside the home I heard several noises, curse words, Italian strung sentences, and then silence.
The flimsy door flopped open again, and my capture pulled me to a standing position by my arm.
Damnit, he was so beautiful. I'm sure men and women creamed themselves whenever he graced them with his presence.
I quickly wanted to run my hands through his blond tresses, but figured I would get punched right out.
And he started to laugh.
How dare he? Really?
How dare that laugh reach my penis, and heart all at the same time?
It was deep, and warm, and not so deadly.
Which was the problem.
"Sage, you face death with so much clarity it's astounding."
