Pose For Me

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The dark hallway is clammy and cold, but they give my curls a delicate breeze kissing my scalp in the process, I walk on clouds, my bare feet sink into the soft ground disappearing into the thin airy cotton, my white floral Diamond Wedding Gown stick to my body hugging my hips snugly, the thorns of the white Lilly bouquet sting my palms, but they are unnoticed. Those aren't my concerns in-fact I hunger for more pain, each step I took a sound comes closer I don't know where I am, it looks like a building or a mansion either way I feel like I'm on a runway, I see the end a door is creaked open and there is a faint golden light, shadows are seen at the outside the bottom of the door, I'm compelled to keep walking squeezing the bouquet in my hands tighter wanting to dig the pricks deeper into my palms. Something waits for me behind that door, something Desirable. At last, I reach the destination, a terrible gut-wrenching scream of a man makes my ears bleed, who is in such agony? Sounds of metal falling to the ground with a clink and very hard blows kept landing, A rotting iron smell makes me lick my lips in satisfaction while My eyes roll to the back almost tasting the air, I'm inwardly orgasming. Reaching out to pull the door I paused when I see My Almond shaped acrylic nails.

Red?

But I must never wear red.

That wasn't the only scenario, A large, squared diamond ring sits beautifully amongst my fingers complimenting my nails perfectly, what was this? Another blow lands and I snap out of my confused admiration. I should be turning around and running but I can't, I don't want too, taking a deep breath I creak the door open coming face to face with an Ungodly scene, large men with each uniquely distinctive heights and features turn to my direction, with Sleeves rolled up, split evenly allowing me to walk down the middle. Each of their shirts had blood splatters making that iron smell become almost unbearable, my steps are trepidatious, each step I took the air got thicker and thicker it felt like walking on wet sand, but I can't seem to shake off this excitement in me. Finally reaching the end Immediately taken back by the gruesome sight, however had to squeeze my thighs shut to keep the liquid from pooling between my legs, A very beaten man sits on a chair with straps around his waist keeping him in place, his right leg was sliced off to the knee revealing the bone, one eye gouged out hanging from the socket, 2 inch deep cuts made an "X" from each shoulder crossing the middle to the end of each abdomen from the looks of it they used hot wires to close the wounds so he didn't bleed out. The heavy breathing of man is heavy as he greedily fights to keep the air flow in his half cutthroat, he looks at me in relief. My eyes examine the horrendous scene until I see that red hair, Justin. My fiancé or what's left of him, but he wasn't my concern the Figure looming above him is the real masterpiece, like a demon stalking you in the darkness Rafael with an all-black attire no tie his dress shirt underneath fully unbuttoned revealing his full chest and abs, hair disheveled covering his eyes while his sweat makes him shine like my diamond ring. I want to lick it; I want to lick every inch of him with my tongue.

I want to see him feel good.

My daze rendered me silent, but a lot was said in my mind I didn't even notice I was smiling until my cheeks started to burn.

"Zaika" that deep Russian coated accent reached me, and I feel myself inwardly drool. But what does that mean? What was he saying? It didn't sound like it meant anything it was he simply acknowledging me or was it a command. I look at him questionably with my mouth slightly parted, my heart was sitting almost at 112 over 189 my breathing was so fast the breaths through my nose wasn't enough, this adrenaline where was it coming from. Rafael moved away from behind a bounded Justin slowly while his eyes slice up and down my body, telepathically stripping me, it wasn't enough, and it certainly didn't help as he came face to face with me having me crane my neck to an uncomfortable position.

It took time but I realized my situation

Me, wedding gown, audience, my dream man, and a celebration. I look at Rafael his inhumane good looking features made me angry, I sudden anger hits me but it brought an exciting adrenaline within me like two Atoms creating an explosion, I couldn't help it no more before I knew it I lost control of my body the back of my hand went to his face and I jumped on him wrapping my legs around his waist while he began to attack my neck ripping off my clothes. Justin's cries grew louder as he saw the sight in front of him but that got the attention of the audience for, they all looked at him and ran towards him continuing their brutal attacks. Blows landing, ripping sounds, and awful cracking noises fill the air as Rafael moves me to the side slamming me against the wall nudging that massive erection of his in me, ripping off his clothes and mine all his assaults on my body are unforgiving, when he finally inserted me cries of pleasure escaped my throat, my eyes roll to the back of my head as he bites my n*****s growling at each contact, his hand around my back should have been for comfort but he used his claws to scratch my skin as I continued to vigorously hold on to his shoulders grinding hard for dear life letting my cunt swallow and massage his shaft continuing the immaculate sweetness in me. No pain for a Virgin and a man his size.

The screams of Justin were dying down, Rafael who is still in me and has my legs still tightly wrapped around him as he moves us from the wall where he mauled me to the gory view of an unrecognizable Justin. Lips carved off, the blood from his nose drips into his mouth, half is skull is cracked open as parts of his brain oozes off, strangely he is still alive, barely even breathing, If I could feel my heart at this moment, I think I would actually cry, but instead I start grinding more on Rafael in front of him laughing and moaning. Rafael turns to me one more time, something In his eyes asks me a question and oddly I must have understood it for in the next moment a random silver gun magically appeared on my hand and it's aimed right at Justin, I'm not even shocked, Justin looks at me from his sliced half eye pleading with me, but the next I knew a large smile appeared on my face as a familiar blast was released from the weapon that turned the room into a blinding white.

My eyes shot open as my body lunges from a supine position screaming and crying, large hands are touching me trying to grab me as I punch away the figure pleading until I heard a voice of a man

"Calm down it was just a dream" that voice it's familiar, I physically remain stilled as I watch the figure move from the bed to turn on the lamp. There he was, my fully alive Justin, his eyes, lips and body aren't sliced off or out of place. He was ok. Looking around the room my mental state finally came to, this is my room, these are all of my possessions, No men no blood or gore I was relieved until another reality reared its ugly head. No Rafael.

"It was just a dream, it's ok, it's ok I'm here" though he says it but I Hear a slight annoyance in the tone.

"Go back to sleep" was his only response before closing the light again getting back on the bed and turns the other way, tears roll down my face seeing him but I can't make out the emotion. It didn't feel like tears of any sadness.

Laying back down I try to wrap my hand around Justin's waist. "Can I just get some space please? Bad enough I have to share a bed with a larger woman" he angrily huffs before scooting over a few more inches away.

The dream suddenly didn't seem so bad.

I watched the morning sun rise gracefully, another new day the lord has blessed us with. Though I couldn't sleep last night I abound have been happy to still have seen the new day, that's not the emotion I'm feeling at the moment, I'm fact happiness seems to have evade me completely this morning. I'm simply seething other pure rage. Everyone who is alive have gone through this stage and now is my turn. What was that dream about? Why the blood and destruction? And why was Rafael behind it? Come to think of it why was he around such a man carrying a firearm? So many puzzle pieces out of place, how am I ever to decipher this man's motives, I'm done playing nice now I need answers, but I also need answers as to why I'm always involved?

He promised the fire would never harm me, yet why was I the one to drop the candle?

Justine left early morning for his occupation, leaving me with a blinding migraine. So badly I don't want to work today, but I must never let my clients down and there is a slight one percent chance I'll see him today like I told him to be. Each movement was felt like someone was punching me in the face, I could barely stand straight with this migraine I don't even bother adding my favorite sugar scrub as I simply shower with my dove soap with my natural oils. It seems to do the trick, I could see better now, my phone rings and I could feel the migraine return when I saw the caller ID bracing myself taking a deep breath, I answer the phone and place it on speaker still at a distance.

"Have you seen the YouTube videos?? They are in town" Amber's voice beams, even at a safe distance it was still agony though her happiness is mine.

"Amber I am not attending such an atrocity, those men ... well they." I try to say with my soft voice.

"Are hot!" She screams

"Your married"

"So was he but he still went to that strip club."

"I just can't I mean Justin would have my head" I could feel her rolling her eyes.

"Who cares isn't he still seeing that blonde receptionist?"

Though it's not a new feeling they still shatter my heart, Justin has cheated on me with the young blonde intern at his office before, even though he's promised it'll never happen again... It's 2022 I'm not stupid. The woman is young, slim and crazy beautiful. "I'll... think about it "

Though I already knew my answer, I just had to get to work before she dives any deeper into the sensitive subject.

"Alright welp I'm going to order your outfit anyways" before I could protest the call ended.

A part of me is grateful the other is panicking.

Amber picking out my outfits? I'm doomed, the last time she picked an outfit for me I was never able to bend down or stretch.

I'm in too much agony to try and dress myself up glamorously today, so I stick with a less sexy sophisticated look; mid-thigh black pencil, white lace spaghetti strap tank top that brings out my dark brown skin and allow my breast to calmly sit amongst the chest and a mini blazer with no buttons. I'm too tired today so I just add on some teacher glasses and white opened toed stilettos, I'm happy I got my toes done the week prior, as for my hair I decide to just let my curls fall spraying some water amongst them to keep them healthy and shiny for the day, I don't plead on staying too long today so I just decided to ditch the panties for the day.

My journey to work was the usual route the usual people and the usual breeze yet something still felt odd, I sense a black tinted car following me since I left my home and has kept the same speed as me. Every car seems to have just kept passing by as if nothing, not one honk or angry driver at all. My steps pick up until I make it to work heading straight to my office, my papers were set for me, and I couldn't be more ecstatic when I saw the one paper I was hoping to see.

Rafael Popov.

The day felt like someone kept resetting the timer to the beginning, I love my clients to death, but can they talk faster, my feet bounce on the floor anxiously, constantly staring at the clock and groaning when it isn't time.

I will get to the bottom of this today and I will get him to speak.

The last patient of the day left, and I rush to prepare for his arrival, spraying my curls and fixing my couch, which by the way was a brand-new gold L shaped cushion. After a while sitting became too painful so I started to pace the floor. He's 45 minutes late, the sun was setting, and disappointment found me, grabbing my belongings and to head out the door I was stilled in my tracks seeing the knob twist open, the wind brushes me kissing my cheeks, an expensive cologne touched my nose making me greedily inhale the yummy air and in steps in the man that wrapped himself around my heart.

"Sorry I'm late Zaika, let's continue our lesson"

velvet accent makes love to my ears and my body surrenders to the Dominance of the man of my dreams.