Hella Divine

Xavier / Hella

Xavier

When I walked away from Hella’s office after my talk with Mark I walked down the hall and I noticed her friend Genevieve and she smiled and asked if everything was okay. I told her that I had talked with Mark and I asked if he had Hella’s information so that I could check on her. That fucker said he didn’t have her information, however Genevieve said that he was lying. What I did not expect to hear was that this motherfucker has been stalking my woman for months and watching her thru her window m**********g. I was so going to f*****g kill him for this in all my years of living I don’t remember being this angry and for a demon that says a lot. I have killed so many people and to have his blood coat my hands, for once in my life I will relish the joy of spilling his blood. I want to torture him slowly because a quick death will not be good enough for him. Once Genevieve gave me Hella’s information I would head by after work to check up on her.

 Hella

After I closed off my connections with my realm and getting the answer, I was looking for left me feeling a little apprehensive because I was wondering what are these obstacles that I must face. f**k if it was him going down on me then I was all for that. If I had to suck his massive c**k again that I would die blissfully happy then. Just then I heard a knock on my door, and I was wondering who that could be because no one knew where I lived except Genevieve. It couldn’t be her because she was still at work. So, I went to the door to open it and it was pushed open by Mark and the last thing I remembered was him raising his fist and punching me in the face. Darkness enveloped me and when I came too it was dark when I looked out the window. I could taste the metallic taste of blood on my lip and I realized that I couldn’t open my left eye clearly. What the f**k just happened and where the f**k am? Suddenly everything started coming back to me in flashes. I remember someone knocking on the door and I opened it and seeing Mark. But how did Mark know where I lived and then this motherfucker punched me in the face and that’s where it ended. I’m going to kill him when I see him again. The next thing I noticed is that I couldn’t move my hands. That motherfucker tied my hands and feet and I was not able to move them even an inch. I could feel them numb already and I don’t know how long I was out for. My head was killing me, and I was still out of it my last thoughts were hopefully Xavier would find me, and before I knew it, I lost consciousness again. When I came too its because someone threw water at me, I began gasping for air trying to spit water out of my mouth. When I opened my eyes, I had to close them back immediately because the blinding light did a number on my head. When I tried to open them again, that is when I seen Mark in front of my face. If my hands were not tied right now, I would punch that son-of-a-b***h in the face and gauge out his god damn eyes! I would use my powers and suck his soul to the deepest parts of hell.

Mark grabbed me by the hair and began yelling at me calling me a w***e and how I belonged to him and that I f****d Xavier in his office. He let go and the next thing I knew he slapped me so hard that my head snapped back, and I swore I thought my head would have fallen off my shoulders. He punched me in my stomach repeatedly. He pulled me by my hair again and asked my what do you have to say for yourself. I grinned and spit blood in his face and said you hit like a b***h. I laughed like a manic and he punched me in the face repeatedly. I can feel my lip spilt on top and bottom, my cheek was split, and my eye was swollen shut. I can feel blood trickling down the side of my head and I'm assuming I had a gash with the steady flow of blood coming out. I was dizzy and it was hard to stay awake and I'm guessing that asshole had to take a break from beating me. It wasn’t until I heard music blasting loud that I instantly became alert I could hear things being thrown around footsteps coming my way again. Now don't get me wrong I like it rough just as much as the next girl. I might be a little masochist but not a complete sadist where I like to be branded. This motherfucker had a branding tool in a hot box ready to brand me. He ripped my shirt off and gagged me with a dirty cloth and flipped my body over and came behind me and proceeded to brand me multiple times until I passed out. When I came too, I was still laid out on a bed face down and tied up and when I tried to move, I screamed at the agonizing pain that ripped across my back. My mind was trying to come up with what happened, and I blacked out again.