Voices
Zion's Pov.
"Do it, squeeze the life out of her," The voice whispers as I was pounding into Sheila with hard thrusts with my hands around her throat. "You know you want to, see the life slowly fade away from her eyes," the voices continue, and then I feel someone else push my thumbs harder against her throat while she began to gasp and tried to break herself free from my hands, but seeing her fight me just made my grip hardened.
"FUCK!" I roared as I saw her lifeless body below me with my hands around her throat. Thankfully, her chest was moving, so she was still alive, fuck that was a close one. "Sheila?" I mutter and start shaking her shoulders.
Sheila's Pov.
"Sheila? Hello? Honey? Wake up."
I heard Zion was calling me and shaking my body with his hands. I opened my eyes and watched him bend over me with a worried look on his face.
"Shit, baby, I thought I lost you for a while, "he muttered and caressed my cheek with his hand.
"I was a little carried away; how do you feel?" continued he, and pulled me in a seated position before him. I tried to drain my throat and answer, but I could still feel the pressure of his hands around my throat. It was painful to breathe, and my body felt split in half.
What's the matter, baby?" He breathed and grabbed my hands and pressed them against his chest looking at me with an intense look. I tried to speak, but no word came up, and I pulled my hand out of his grip and stroked it on my throat carefully. He was about to get back to me when his phone started buzzing. He let go of my other hand and rose to seek it.
"What?" He roared when he answered the call. I could see his body growing tense every second during the ring before he answered. "I'll be right there, don't do anything." He hung up the phone and took a few breaths before turning to me.
"I need to go, babe; I'll be back in a few hours." He utters with an irritated tone, then reached down, grabbed his clothes, and left the room with heavy steps. I sat in the bed for a little while and waited to hear the door lock click, but it seemed like he had forgotten to lock the door this time. I really needed something to ease my throat, but I knew that he would see me leave the room through the cameras if I did. But it's not really my fault that he didn't lock the door? Is it? I argued with myself for a while before I got up, walked to the door, and opened it a bit. I stretched my head through the opening and listened for movement. I could hear nothing, and I felt my heartbeat rapidly in my chest. I slowly opened the door, went out into the lobby, and walked toward the kitchen that I spotted near the living room earlier that night.
The kitchen was naked and carried out in black tones. I looked up over the kitchen countertops, which I soon discovered were empty except for a coffee machine next to the sink. Above the counters were cabinets that I immediately started searching through, and all of them were empty except one with a few plates and glasses inside it. I searched the drawers and found that only some cutlery was in them. I sighed and went into the refrigerator and freezer to see if there was anything in it. There were bottles of water in the fridge and the takeout we had earlier today. I took a water bottle and drank a few sips, and felt how the cold relieved the pain in my throat a little as I took a few sips.
Shit, I spilled some water on myself when I jumped high after I heard the front door open. It was impossible for me to return to my room without him noticing me now. Heavy steps crossed the hall, then suddenly stopped for a moment before making their way to the living room. And I started panicking. He was probably furious about me leaving the room.
I started looking around to hide, but then I flinched when I saw an unknown man appear at the entrance of the kitchen. I instinctively stepped back until I could feel the counter behind me preventing myself from going further. The man looked at me with a cold expression, and he scanned my body upwards and downwards with narrow eyes. I felt my heart pounding, and my hands were sweating. He was huge. Muscular, almost too athletic for it to be natural. He was bold and seemed to be in his 30s and dressed in black. He squeezed his jaw until I heard him scrape his throat.
I was outside guarding the building when the boss called me to find out you had left your bedroom. It seems like he forgot to lock the door before he left." He hissed with a cold and raw tone in his voice while he glared at me, waiting for me to say something.
"I'm sorry, I needed something to help with my throat." I stammered and felt my handheld tighter around the water bottle in my hand.
"Please don't hurt me; I will walk back to my room willingly." The words barely left my lips, and I saw him rolling his eyes at my weak response. He nodded his head, and I proceeded to walk toward him. He led me in front of him to my bedroom.
"Brat vidit tebya." [Brother sees you.] and then pushed me inside the room before he closed the door behind me, and I heard the door lock.
I instantly felt a calmness inside me. Vladi was on his way to get me. That man must be on my brother's payroll. I walked to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and then let the bathrobe slide to the floor before I got in the shower. With my head leaned against the wall in the corner, I unravel the piece of paper as I covered it with my body if any camera would be installed in the bathroom.
"Zavtra noch'yu nachnetsya voyna. Tvoy brat pridet za toboy." [A war will strike tomorrow night. Your brother will come to you.] I put the paper into my mouth and began to chew on it before I swallowed it. Thank God. I washed and dried my body with a towel before I went to bed.
I have moved around for a while as my whole body started to sweat.
I trembled, and the sweat came in cold and warm waves. I guess it's the mix that Zion gave me. The comedown was really getting to me, and I was in deep need of something to ease up this for me because it feels like I am going mad at this moment. I am losing it. I moved during what seemed to me to be an eternity and fluctuated between sleep and awakening. My body was crying out of pain, and the sheets were soaked in my sweat.
The door finally unlocks, and I instantly sat up and saw Zion stepping inside and walked over to the bed. "Hell, I forgot to give you something to relax on before I left." He spoke with regret when he saw me sweat and shake with pain. He looked in his pocket in his jacket and brought out a small jar full of pills. He shook out two drugs and reached them in my hand.
"What is this?" I mumbled and then took them from him.
"It's just something that will make you feel better, don't worry about it." He looked at me with those intense eyes and studied my every move when I reached for the bottle of water on the nightstand and then swallow the pills while taking a sip from it. He sat next to me, and I could see that his expression was starting to be cold, and I was starting to feel uncomfortable. It was as though he was waiting for something to happen, and I immediately regretted taking those pills now.
But I was desperate to feel anything but the physical pain that was tormenting my body and the tornado that was sweeping my mind, slowly driving me mad. He traced his finger above my leg and down to my inner thighs with light contact. He let them slip in a circle around the mark for a while before looking up and leaning his head to the side while looking directly into my eyes. I blinked a few times and felt my body begin to feel too heavy to hold up, and my head was slowly falling against my chest. Zion grabs me and lays me on the back. I felt myself disappearing again in the darkness, and I lost control again,
"Sleep well, my beauty." I heard him whisper in my ear before yielding to the darkness again.