Reevaluation **** Chapter One Hundred Thirteen

I could not grasp nor penetrate the words that stuck with me, Troy---excuse me---Makil had blatantly warned me to just eliminate my unborn child without logical reasoning. There was shit he couldn't talk about and as much as I promised I would get him out he just kept saying just move on. I was furious, I hadn't asked for him to just pop up! I didn't WANT another child! He knew I just couldn't terminate my pregnancy, I had none of my children, the child inside comforted me! He was just fine, regardless to what people thought!

I left him on a bad note again and all but threatened him to call! He didn't want me to come visit again as he had a week prior and talked plain stupid! HE DIDN'T KILL TRENTON IF HE WAS DEAD! Why was he so comfortable with being there? His demeanor was so piercing, I needed to get through to him, that's it, that's all! I couldn't take too many more steps on my swollen feet and Martin's home had begun to feel like foreign land every time I would visit. The knives riddled my soul as I left the prison the second time, this was not the nigga I knew, he was stern about not wanting our son and I was certain Martin was behind the decision for him to just turn his back on me! I felt like I was dying and constantly wanted sex, it was detrimental to not be pleased! I ached lustfully. The feud between Troy and Trenton was personal wasn't it?! I drove away enigmatically, and needed comfort I recalled the first encounter with Dario. I'd allowed myself to fall under the deepest of spells, his devilry had enticed my already heightened lust driven state and I daringly entered into his room---Troy just hadn't understood, he could have changed the course of events! Why had he been so withdrawn from me sexually after the incident? With Dario, I had somewhat missed what I hadn't measured, I'd been out of my body as if under the influence of psychosis in a fit of passion. He gratified me pneumatically, I felt free. His lips felt untouched against my spine as my soul had. What had I done? His smell was that of a garden. Now I needed him and couldn't stay away, I blamed Troy.

The control at once had lessened with each step toward his burning room that night, I couldn't fight anymore I needed to be pleased and he had done so. The next morning my wet footsteps remained on the marble floor and led to the staircase, he waited at the door like I had been sent for, the dampened towel remained on the other side. Well endowed, each stroke was electrifying; I'd left unfinished apparently, I just couldn't be satisfied. He'd whispered into my mouth and held my waist, my child slept.

I hadn't been warned but had not planned the encounters.

Afterward he refrained from speaking at all, his silence---eerie but arousing, his skillful motions disquieting with each deep plunge. The water had returned, now accompanied by the claps of thunder---the billows rolled dark and gray, a tempestuous storm and I toyed with the nature thereof. I had craved my exposure, the spell was inescapable, his tongue had roamed my mouth while I held his locks at the door, I could feel my scars healing but at what cost? Turbulently the flames flickered from the many candles that unevenly burned as if by an unseen wind. Had the presence behind the door controlled them? Did they control my passion, or my passion them? His long dreads, his strength, he worshipped them, they swept my back while the curvatures of our bodies fit and slid against each other, my wetness leaked into his chiseled lap. I'd known better, it was I who had introduced the lust filled spell, hadn't he wanted it? I'd walked inside and touched his hair, it flowed while he stood shirtless, I couldn't resist. He had squeezed my wrist aggressively while I probed for his erection soon finding it and stroking him abusively. I hated rejection but I needed him, he'd known what the fuck he'd done. I had to have him.

His dominant whisper calmed me but enraged my eagerness, and when he turned his back to me I felt adept and needed to be satiated! I would erupt soon! Why was I being controlled by such eroticism!? HE KNEW!

Finally he'd beckoned to me with his tongue, I'd almost fallen to my knees pleading for fulfillment, I anticipated his lecherous appetite, surely it was lewd I'd suspected but instead it was almost angelic at first, I'd felt undeserving. I suffered hysterically for his penetration, and when he had separated me with his fingers and entered into me I smothered my face into the bed...and dreaded exhaling. The convulsions of my own orgasm shuddered in my gut, I flinched and tightened my knees before emitting a sigh of alleviation. I reached back for his contoured thigh, panting for more now straddled to allow all of him. I would soon eliminate his careless demeanor, I honestly hated him...

Teasingly he stroked, my grip hadn't even altered his pace, his pain---I'd cried for his pain before he sat back and pulled me to his lap resting his forehead between my shoulder blades. I looked in the mirror to see myself in his wet lap with my legs open while he filled my gap with only half of his manhood, I wanted more. Libidinous I had become, and needed more. I looked up at the mirror above and his hands soon appeared on both sides of my belly, he held back his head in a praiseworthy manner and quickened his stride. Did he praise the child inside? He grabbed my breast, milk streamed down my belly to my lap before he consumed the droplets that remained on his knuckles. In an attempt to prostrate myself he pulled me back to his lap, I reached over my shoulder, leaned against his nakedness and gyrated uncontrollably. He would soon be at my mercy! FUCK HIM!

He filled me up so well and fought pleasure with his weak ass! I felt him reach between my legs and snatch himself out from the front after so long, I also reached down and felt his hot wet ass dick before trying to guide him back inside. I pleaded but could not hear my own voice, only thunder clapping with every stroke while I begged silently for his hot release. My own body heaved in the reflection, he would not reveal his face no matter how hard I tried to glimpse his reaction. Beautiful and naked he had waited, and the cloudiness obscured my judgement, was this real? I wanted him unhealthily.

My deaf voice quavered with unintended pleas soon while his magnetic body glistened with power; he pushed me forward and entered again inside the backs of my thighs were numb, I yet could not see his beautiful facial structure but watched him dynamically enter into me without constraint. My wetness, it could be felt at my knees. What did they want from me? His moans felt like growls in his belly while holding my thighs open, my hand slid against his hard wet lap as I tried to push him away. By now I was screaming and he was ignoring me. His hair still covered his face in the reflection, what was his order at the moment? Was he pleased? Competitively he separated my cheeks and entered deeper but yet held the front of my thighs, my knees had lifted, I grabbed the covers for stability, the motion was sickening. His body, hot and wet against my own made the atmosphere feverish, the intense tears were salty on my lip, how long had I even cried? My nose was sore! Would he ever release? It seemed he wouldn't anytime soon! I ran on my knees, hadn't it been a couple hours? My body contradicted my pleas, underneath me the bed was circled with wetness that had saturated the covers, and each flicker of the flame had unassisted with seeing his face! The spell was infectious, I'd internally craved him and he'd known. I abstained from resistance and surrendered to his punishment, he acknowledged my acquiesce and laid on my back while I conceded his superiority, what had been lawless copulation turned to something unorthodox while he kneaded and manipulated me endlessly. The orgasms flowed and weakened me.

I'd awakened in the Babylonian themed room and hadn't remembered how I'd even gotten from upstairs. When I'd exited the shower the tea sat on the nightstand, I'd willingly consumed. Like Eve, I just had to see.

Troy's words destroyed everything I felt I was worth, but I loved him for some reason---perhaps because of the child.

When Nathaniel texted me a week later and said he had arrived from Florida I hadn't felt the initiative to meet with him I once had. Every night had been so gladdening, I had become use to the storm and knew the hour he would be waiting.

Martin spoke of huge business ventures, I was the prime candidate he'd stated but underestimated the knowledge he'd given me. I saw contentment in him which only brought Denard around more, I now knew his role. Martin would always straighten his tie and smooth his collar afterward, dickless but dominant.

Pooh's phone rang, as usual I ignored it but when his text come through he was pissed! He could have his truck, afterward.

I plotted still to kill Sharon Givens.

When I returned to the home after the visit with Troy I was distraught, his words, his sincere words hadn't seemed genuine. He loved me, I knew he did. I entered inside and walked past Dario as he stood at the island eating a peach. His anger was evident, I knew I would have to take what I needed. Kie soon appeared and embraced her son.

I watched Dario watch me as I entered into the room, I showered and walked past his mother naked entering into his room, as usual he stood at the door. My shaven head shadowed with unbelievable growth, he could heal my soul with his virgin touch. Angrily Kie walked past his room as I knelt before him, I felt the heaviness in her step, she was ferocious. Yet angry he stood above me, his temples pulsated in rage but welcomed my presence while I awaited his punishment. He touched me deep, I couldn't grasp the influence he had on me, with woe I indulged in his perfection and he would wait expectedly. I hungered his pleasures and could not consume any food but I grew.

I would some nights blindly awaken and be guided to meet him I needed injury over and over, it would always begin with his whispers between my lips and endlessly happen; each stroke, each pant powerful enough to control the flames. Symbolically branded he worshipped Asmodeus, the king of Earthly spirits, the demon of lust and had been favored with capabilities to please. Weakly I functioned, his pain was my strength. Eternally I needed his bondage or I would become physically ill.

I'd tried to resist.

I sat on the floor holding the bidet, the nausea was more intense than ever remembered, the tea would calm the sickness and always lead me upstairs. He was essential to my vitality, I had slowly succumbed to death.

Something had come over me indescribable and when I finally met Nathaniel he greeted me like his own but knew. He said I'd been exposed to a horrible evil, I'd actually exposed myself.

"U were sacrificed before birth, and not intended. Martin spoke of your birth long before, your mother kept u locked away, he had no interest in his own children as he had u. Something had come over your father, he described it like someone else had taken over his existence when she conceived. He was afraid the whole pregnancy but continued the jobs. Martin had never committed to anyone, he wasn't allowed to. Percy was smooth, good looking but naive, he'd been cut off, and became the prodigal son. Martin knew so he looked out for him, but when he found out the child she carried was not his own, Percy was furious and wanted to kill him! She was willing to do whatever to give him a child, and she did. Martin could sense Percy's lividity, he'd turned his back on him and lost everything eventually, including his mind. Your mother knew she was barren, she prayed wholeheartedly for u and her prayers went on unanswered until Martin assisted with granting her desires with your fathers approval, 3 years she had not conceived. Percy was your father, but u didn't belong to him. Pam even warned her, so had Davinda. Your father never escaped the hell in which he lived, he didn't know how to rid himself of the demons afterward, they never left. His spirit was willing but his flesh was weak. He began to kill women, I would see the news and knew, he could see their demons inside. Your old man wasn't crazy at all, and evil is real.

When Martin was a child while locked away he wrote a book, unforeseen and unduplicated...The Devil's Decimal. When he went to prison the book disappeared, somehow he recovered it when he was released and went on to become Federal Judge again after all criminal charges were disposed. The text was given to him by a man in a language he claimed he'd never spoken at 11 years old, he described him as being without pigmentation, a prince he would refer to him as. He'd written everything down---

We sat at the table in Denny's and I listened to his fairytale through the frequency in my ears. It was helpful information but I needed to talk about Twan! Ryella had talked about him so much in the texts! I missed my children's father, he had senselessly lost his life.

He had gotten caught up, Nathaniel hadn't stopped Twan from giving Trenton Martin's money after the job, they'd put it in an account and Trenton had refused to pay him any of it, so Twan decided he would not give it to him---"My son was good, his mother believed in Martin too much as your own mother did, she turned to drugs and couldn't escape the demons, your father had even tried to cast them out. Some of us were not strong and had believed in Martin's doctrine until things started to change. "I'd seen him one night, full fledged and tried to separate his head from his body, the demon only fled."

So wait, they had played with the devil and then changed their minds?

WHAT ABOUT TERRELL! This is how it all started isn't it! I knew no way Martin's children could be nothing more than evil.

"If Trenton is alive he is in Alexandria," He said changing the subject. Where!?

I knew Terrell was Martin's son but why had I killed him? I didn't even know the date it occurred, the pictures, what was on them? Something had frightened me rather than pissed me off, I was so weak the water I consumed nauseated me, nothing stayed down! I ran to the bathroom to come out and find a note from him saying meet him at the Orchard.

Kerri had appeared that evening longing our sisterly bond, something was wrong. She explained she hadn't felt herself since she was taken from her home in Shreveport and said how she could hear her son cry but was asking where he was. At wits end, she lost it beyond consolation and now felt trapped. How so, this was life wasn't it?

"Martin called upon the demons, they were all he knew---when we were young we took him lightly but saw his capabilities, he was older and equipped with expertise. He had knowledge from unknown sources, and never knew a father but was said to be something outstanding as a child." I remembered Nathaniel's word's while weakly trying to dress to drive to The Orchard.

As I left out the home and looked at my sister and couldn't see her soul.