The Betrayal

Shocking Developments

“Just in case wha…” Sean held the stick out and touched my hand with it. I could feel the electricity running through my body, and I lost control of my arm. It started shaking. My eyes were wide open. I started breathing heavily. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Sean Kallow was shocking me, literally. He took it away and I regained control of my arm. I just stared at him. He looked at me and brought the stick to my leg. I collapsed and started shaking. He took the stick away again. He was laughing.

“You know, you look just like in the cartoons when they get shocked, see?” He put the stick on my leg again, and I started shaking again. He laughed again. He thought for a sec and took the stick and put it in my armpit. I tried to turn away but it was too late. As soon as the rod hit my skin my arm tensed bringing the stick to my body and pinning it there. He started laughing hysterically. I tried to glare at him, but I don’t know if he got it. He walked away and I don’t know where he went. I could feel the electricity start to burn my skin. I wanted it to stop but I had no idea where Sean went. I saw him walk back in, pulling his pants up, and zip them up. He leaned almost touched me but instead pulled the stick out. I turned to look and saw a big burn mark. I turned to look at him and before I could do anything else he stuck the stick between my legs. My body tensed again. I saw Sean began to undress. He took of his pants first, and I saw he was hard. His eyes meet mine.

 God what was happening to me? Why did I deserve this? What did I do wrong? He then took off his shirt. What did I see in him? He really wasn’t all that attractive. He had longish hair, that was in waves. He was not much taller than me, but skinny by any means. He had that slight outline of a growing six-pack. He was a bit lanky now that I’m looking at him from this position. He also lacks a decent ass. I mean, I usually like my guys with a little meat on their bones, but he didn’t have any defined muscles. Don’t get me wrong he is strong, but he doesn’t look it. He has cold gray eyes. He’s smart, but he doesn’t exactly have the same sense of humor as me. He also tended to focus his brains towards gaming, or computers. I never was too into that sort of thing. There are a few games I like, like Donkey Kong. Dusty and I could play Donkey Kong all day long. I could use some Donkey Kong right now. And Dusty.

I missed Dusty. And Raphael. A guy who actually respected me. And now that I’m thinking about it a pretty attractive guy. He’s about six foot even. He’s got a good build too. He’s skinny, but he’s still got muscles. They are defined, but not bulging like body builders. He’s strong. He’s also tan, naturally. He’s got dark hair that he keeps short. And the most beautiful big blue eyes you’ve ever seen. His smile is even perfect. I once saw him with his shirt off, and OMG a perfect six-pack. He has abs of steel. We would work out together every once in a while. I was working on abs and pretty happy with the result of semi-firm. He had me touch his joking around. There are made of steel. And his butt, is nice and full. And when he takes my hand, it’s like mine fits perfectly in his.

 I was brought back to reality when I felt something touch my face. It was Sean, he was stroking my cheek. My legs were burning now. He stopped and grabbed the stick. He kissed me, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I was breathing heavily trying to recover the full use of all my muscles. He was on top of me, and he still had the stick in his hand. He sat up and brought the stick to one of my n*****s. The pain started running through my body. My body started to shake, bringing Sean along for the ride. I could feel him getting hard. He was leaning forward and kissed my lips. He moved the stick to the other breast, this time, towards the base. He had it there but soon removed it. He was mounting and I was just regaining muscle control. He was entering when I got my arms to move. I hit him square in the shoulder. I saw it move back awkwardly. He looked at me and went in hard. I yelped, and he went in again. He came out, and I thought I was done, but he went in again. I yelled, and he released. I cried. He got up, and I thought he was done.

He grabbed the stick again and stuck it inside me. It sent electricity again, and my whole body started shaking, my muscles tense. He got up and left the room, taking his clothes with him. I listened and heard his footsteps heading to the bathroom in the main part of the house. I heard the water turn on and heard him step into it. I was going to be here for a while. I was trying to think of things to take my mind off all the pain coursing through my body. I wanted to think of better, times, times before Sean. Before guys.

The only good times I could remember was the time I spent with Raphael as a kid. We lived on the same block, only on opposite sides of the street. We were never allowed to cross the street without an adult, or else we would get spanked. Often times we would yell across the street and play a game like I spy. Or else we would make up stories together. I remember my favorite story we ever made. He was a prince, and I was a cowgirl. He lived in a palace, and I lived on the farm. He was rich, and I was rich with animals. He was in an exotic land, and I was in the Wild West. He rode an elephant around town, I rode a horse.

Anyways the prince came to visit the wild west because he heard there was a beautiful girl, who was very smart, and he wished to meet this girl. This girl rode into town on her horse and saw the stranger. She was also very kind, so she talked to the stranger. When the prince told the girl that he was here to meet the most beautiful, and smart girl in the world, she offered to help. Around this time Raphael’s mother was coming over to visit, so Raph came to my side of the street, and we could talk a little quieter and ride around together on the same horse. So the prince got on the girl’s horse and they rode to the house of the most beautiful girl in the Wild West. She introduced the prince, and he said that this was not the right girl. So they got back on the horse and rode to the smartest girl’s house. When the prince saw her, he saw she was ugly. This was also not the girl. She the girl of the Wild West asked the name of the girl he was trying to meet. It was Sam. She said she was Sam! He hugged me and told her how glad he was to finally meet the smartest and most beautiful girl in the world. She told him it was a lie. He insisted that everyone was talking about her. He then kissed her on the cheek and they lived happily ever after.

Why can’t real life be so simple? We had made many stories, but in none of them did the good guy ever die. And they always found each other. I would love to have Raphael find me and save me from the evil I am facing. But when Raphael moved away, I stopped making up those stories. In my new stories the good guy often died, and the girl was left to die alone. I know it sounds very depressing, but that was my life in that time. My family was going through rough times, and divorces were popping up like crazy, and all my loved ones seemed to all die off. It took for someone like Dusty to come into my life, to help me see the good in it. When I finally reunited with Raphael, that was a shock. All these years I was still imaging a cute little boy, but the cute little boy grew up into something amazing. When I first saw him that day in high school, I almost didn’t recognize him. I was trying to talk to Dusty and he walked up. He didn’t look at me, but I caught a glimpse of his face. I knew I had seen it before, but I had no clue where. I was in one of my classes and I spotted him again. I was still trying to figure out how he was. The teacher began class and started taking roll. I wasn’t paying much attention until I heard the teacher call Raphael Becenti. He raised his hand called out here! It was him. I now knew who he was. I couldn’t wait to talk to him and catch up, assuming he remembered me. I waited for the teacher to call my name. When he did I looked over at Raph, trying to catch his eye, but I didn’t. After class I caught up with him. I tapped him on the shoulder.

“Raphael?” He turned around and looked at me. I couldn’t see that look of recognition in his face. I was disappointed.

“Do I know you?”

“I’m Samantha, Sam Nadia.” He turned his head.

“That name sounds familiar.” I smiled.

“Did you ever live in the west end of town?”

“Not since I was a little kid.” He stopped and started to think, I could see his brain working.

“Our mothers used to be great friends.” I saw something lock in his mind, and he looked at me like he used to.

“Sam! It’s you! I thought I’d never see you again. How are you?” I smiled.

“Everything’s going alright. How’re you? You’re mom? Stepdad?” We were interrupted by the bell. “I have to go, but I will talk to you again, there’s so much to catch up on.”

He gave me a quick hug and started his way to his next class. We did find each other after the next class, and we were best friends again. It felt like old times, except now we could drive, and we weren’t allowed to spend the night at each other’s houses anymore. Then Sean walked back in.

He pulled the sick out and walked away. I could now feel that it had burnt me. I was in pain and I tried to move my body, but it was still stiff. I kept trying until I was finally able to move. I did and slowly raised myself up. I got up and walked to the bathroom. I was leaning on the sink trying to get back some strength. I was breathing, trying to keep my breath. When I thought I was steady on my feet, I walked toward the closet to find some clothes to wear. I found a shirt that was a light blue and had a very deep plunge neckline. I found a pair of very tight jeans that were a dark blue wash. I also found in the drawers a bra that was black, with red roses embroidered on it. I also found a pair of satin panties that were black, with lace edges. I slipped on the black panties and when my ankle caught, it hurt, but I was still going to be able to walk on it. I then attempted to pull on the pants. They barely came over my hips, but I managed to. I also noticed that they were low riders. I slipped on the bra, attempting to get my wrist through the strap without hurting it. I managed and readjusted myself to that I was as comfortable as I could be in a push-up bra. I grabbed the shirt to pull it on. I pulled it over my head, and it clung to my skin. I pulled it down and played with the collar, and cap sleeves. I walked out into the room, and I looked through the stack of books. I saw a lot of different kinds of books, and many author, and genres. I picked one up at random and read the back. It seemed interesting. It was a mystery book about this man who was considered the greatest homicide detective in Washington. The book was about the case of a serial killer who drowned his victims in distilled water, leaving no fingerprints, no trace. I opened the book and started reading. It had a pretty interesting beginning. I was hoping I wouldn’t end up like this, dead, on a cold table in the morgue with some ME cutting me open. The book was starting to get really juicy when Sean walked in. He walked over to me and looked me over.