Lustful lunatic

The comeback

Salineee,”

Tracy called her name from downstairs, snapping her back to reality from her past trauma.The door creaked open. “I’m dressing up, Tracy. Leave my room!” she said in a shaky voice, trying to hide her terror and rage from her closest.

Tracy had this habit of chewing gum so loudly, and it irritated her so badly.

Tracy entered the room, paying no attention to her “come out quickly”. '

Okayy, I brought you food,' she said, moving towards the bed.

Ahh, why is your bed so rumpled? Did you fight? ghost in your dreams, or did Derick do his thing? She said, laughing, that obviously Saline wasn’t going to respond, as she was almost done dressing up.

“Tracy, Can you get out? I’m done.” “Yes, ma’am, as you wish, her royal highness.”she said dramatically, leaving the room.

Salina opened the door a little to peep because Tracy is so mischievous, and Salina wasn’t ready to give the ever inquisitive Tracy answers as to why she had so many marks on her body that were a result of being handled like a s*x doll by horny men.

She wasn’t insecure because those marks built her into the woman she is now, both negatively and positively.

That was the quick intrusion Salina needed to get her thoughts back into order…Salina walked down the stairs after dressing up and watching the s*x tape a thousand times, calculating the next step to take.

“Girl, why do you look so moody?

Lost money?”

Or a bad business deal?

Tracy asked, seeing Salina from the stairs, her hair folded in a ponytail with pyjamas, a hint that she wasn’t going anywhere this night..definitely not!

This night that she relived her past trauma

She did have a bad deal but with the devil!

But this time he’s going to lose…

“I like what I see,” she said as she saw the already set table with assorted food, avoiding the question.“you won’t go out for dinner so l brought dinner to you, l know you’ve been working hard this days…and all soo to say thank you for helping out with my brother’s surgery, thank you so much Salina, l love you.

She said, reaching out for a hug with tears in her eyes.“I love you too, girl. Now let’s eat,” disengaging from the hug rather too quickly.

That night after Tracy left, she relived her worst nightmare;

she could feel the pain of every careless thrust and her shakiness after they were done.

The rage that pushed her to become a woman with influence and the trauma that turned her into an insatiable being, the same rage that will drive her to find the perpetrators of her trauma…she felt it all at once.

“I failed again,” she signed. “I’ve trusted the wrong person yet again…” coiled up to a side of the bed, covering the white blanket totally, leaving her head.

“Did Derick play her all along, only to blackmail her? Wait, is this all a setup? Is Tracy in on this?… Questions flooded her mind as she looked for a way to put the puzzle together.

At this point there is no one to trust.

She couldn’t call the number that sent her the thumbnail because it was an encryption code, so she called Derick, but he didn’t pick up after several times of dialling.“Is he being blackmailed too, but why is his face blurred in the video? She mumbled out loud.

Betrayal, anger, hurt and rage filled her up all at once.

Salina knew she was going to get this figured out by tomorrow; she just needed to sleep and put herself together.

Next day

“Not too tall, lots of stamina 'Issa, you know what I want,' she said over the phone to her personal pimp contractor.

She made plans for the night, after what looked like a chaotic day at work, she had to fire her secretary after a series of warnings over the months for consistently coming late.

She believed the company had given her enough time to fix whatever the problem was.

“I need a secretary, but a competent one.” Those were her final words as she served the brown envelope to her secretary, who wanted to cry and beg, but she knows tears don’t move Mrs Salina, especially when it comes to her company.

So she left quietly and cleared her desk.

Her management team already got someone for the position that she was going to interview for herself tomorrow… because she couldn’t handle all her schedules by herself.

“At 7:00pm, she screamed.”'I own Sam’s digital companies, not the other way round,, she said, deciding to finally leave work for the day.

Dingg,

her phone vibrated; it was Mohbi, a tech specialist she hired to help give more information about the person she received the s*x tape from.

“Hello, Mohbi, tell me you have good news,” she said, reaching for her luxurious blue red bag that goes with her red stilettos.

Her office was a large space, enough to be a complete apartment, with the most exquisite brown furniture, as she designed it to her taste.

“Good evening, ma’am…” he replied, hesitating to talk.“Go on, what is the news? Any solid information?“

No, Ma, it was a dead end.

I have been on it since morning, but I couldn’t get any solid information except the date the file was transferred from the recorder.

Which turned out to be the same day Derick broke up with her…“Something is fishy,” she said under her breath as the call ended.

She walked down the office space that looked empty, as it was way past closing time, she owns the company but is always the last to leave.

She got to her car in the garage, and just when she opened the door to get in, a small file fell out from the white Mercedes car. Salina looked around as though hoping to see who put it in her car.

Dropped her bag on the driver’s seat and picked up the file only to find several pictures of her with all the men she has slept with in the past year before she met Derick; at this point she knew this was a long-planned attack.

Still going through the pictures, she found a note written

“How much are you willing to pay?” in bold letters…Her face void of any reaction other than rage and the questions her 18-year-old inner child kept asking, she drove off to her apartment.