Kenya's POV*
"Answer the question Kenya"
"And what if I chose neither?" I ask
"Then it just come down to one decision. Fuck yuh by force, then kill yuh. Simple" He responds
"Yuh sick. Yuh need fucking help"
"No no no. I gave you a choice. All you did have fi do a choose me over yuh likkle spoogie. Yuh choose him and fi top it off, Him bruck me hand. It never affi reach yasso"
"Then, it heal and me come back. We could a just fuck and nobody never affi dead, nobody never affi know bout it. Nope, yuh box me. Poor me to pussyclaat"
He chuckles
Jesus fucking Christ.
I scan the room for any possible solutions.
Anything to just, give me some time to get my phone and run out a this fucking place.
This salt fucking place.
"First, gimi yuh phone"
Fuck.
"I'm trying to be as respectful as I can. Mother say me nuh fi go in a oman bag. I won't, So go into your bag and take out your fucking phone. Hurry up"
I sigh before taking the phone out of my bag.
I quickly tap the screen to see what time it is
8:22
Oh my fucking god.
Is today the day lord?
Please. Please. Please
Need yuh more than ever right now.
"We're going to leave. Cameras are everywhere...Make no funny move and yuh dead. Such a pity for both of us because I can't fuck a dead body and you nuh wah dead yet. So be on your best behavior. Please"
He puts the gun back in his waist before gesturing that I walk
I sigh before opening the door and he walks with me to the parking lot
"The black Voxy. Walk like we have somewhere to fucking go" He says
I make my way to the Voxy and he opens the front door for me to get in
I get in and he closes the door.
It's very obvious that he's never done this before.
Which makes it much easier for me.
I quickly stretch across and I lock all the doors.
Fuck. No key
Fuck.
A knock on the window startles me.
"Kenya, There are fucking security guards and Cameras. Do you want us both to die tonight?"
Better that than me one get rape and killed.
"Doh make me do this right now. Open the door, Yuh cyah drive it and yuh cyah come out."
I begin to search.
I don't know what the fuck I'm searching for.
Anything that will give me a better chance at surviving this.
He begins to pull the lock aggressively.
"Kenya. 5 seconds or me shoot through the bloodclaat window"
He begins to count down and I sigh
Fuck it.
We'll both die then.
"1.....Kenya, open the fucking door nuh"
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Caught Up
Romance21 year old Kenya moves to Kingston to pursue her career as a Divorce Lawyer but little did she know, that her entire life is going to change when she meets the man of the Town. Will it change for the better? Or will it change for the worst? Or is i...
