"You have a cat?" Farah looked at Storm in confusion. "I thought you hated cats."

Is'haaq shrugged, "I guess he grew on me."

Farah chuckled as she picked Storm up and cradled him as if he were a baby. "Heavy boy, isn't he?"

Is'haaq looked over his shoulder, shaking his head at the way she coddled him. "Fat bastard is what he is. I feed him too much."

"It's kinda cute how much you love him." She set the cat down on the table, petting him as he rubbed himself into her stomach. "It's kinda cute how much he loves me too."

Is'haaq dug into his cupboard, popping his head out when he felt her body right behind his. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing." She pressed at a point between his neck and shoulder until his back curled in unease.

"What the fuck, Farah?" he yelped as she pushed in harder.

"You carry all your stress over here." She pointed out, kneading that spot even as he twisted and turned out of her ministrations.

"Fuck!" she had moved on to a spot nearer to his spine and had begun to dig into that spot until he was forced to lean over onto the counter as his knee buckled. "I hated when you did this to me."

"I know but you were always chilled after it and your sex was way better when you weren't all tensed up." She brushed his hand away as she worked every knob along his spine.

"Fucking murdering me..." he muttered under his breath as his entire body clenched up.

"Go suck a tit and stop crying, Is'haaq." She rolled her eyes at his whining as she used her elbow to press out a particularly nasty knot at the base of his spine.

"I'm going to be bruised." He pointed out, resting his forehead in his cupped hands.

"Probably..." she moved back up to his shoulder, "Want me to crack it?" she tapped on his neck.

"Oh fuck, yes. Please." He sighed... she wasn't truly qualified to be cracking anyone's neck but she sure as hell did a good job of it anyway.

"You should probably lie down for this."

He opened his eyes.

This was it.

If he did as he requested, he was up shit-creek. They were on the precipice of a massive fuck-up and he was the one keeping the balance.

"You know what's going to happen if I do?" he turned around, gauging her reaction.

Farah grabbed his hand and led him down the only passageway in his way. "Why the hell do you think I'm here?"

"And your husband?"

Is'haaq didn't miss the slight jerk in her step at the mention of him.

"What he doesn't know can't hurt him." She whispered, marching on.

He knew he shouldn't. He was fucking up just like he always had but who was he if not for a fuck up. That's what everyone always expected him to be.

He expected it from himself too.

It was easier that way.

"The cat stays out though. I plan on making you scream." She turned and grinned at him before she kissed him. "Really, really loudly."

He caught her before she moved away from him. "We both know you were the screamer."

"Do that thing I know you like doing and I'll scream for you." She turned around and sashayed into his bedroom, stripping as she walked.

She definitely knew what she was getting into if her delicate bra and panties were any indication.

"Maybe... crack my neck first and then we'll see..."

He walked in behind her and shut the door.

***

Juri despised when he spoke to her. He would do that sometimes after he'd had his way with her.

Paul told her about his bastard of a father and the bitch who married his father only to leave after a few years. He admitted that he loved his step-mother but hated her when she left. He told her about the bodies he allowed to pile up and why he kept them. He bragged about the girls he had trafficked to Russia and Slovenia. He loved telling her that it was he who had broken them in before he shipped them off... some were only thirteen years old.

He had found them in the locations, and they had been fooled by his uniform. They really thought he was there to recruit them into his 'Junior Patrol' when really he had stolen them and raped them for days on end before he had sold them.

Who would believe that Constable Paul could ever do such a thing?

He was the worst kind of evil there was.

Which is why he confused her. Juri couldn't understand why he looked after her. He bought her whatever she needed, and he clothed her in clothes she could never even dream of affording. She had never been able to eat as well as she had over the past few months. He didn't just buy her shit from Shoprite. Everything in their fridge only ever came from Woolworths or Spar.

And she couldn't for the life of her understand why he didn't want to share her like he had done with so many other women in his past. He wouldn't even allow anyone else to look at her...

She didn't know how to feel anymore.

She knew she hated him, but she still accepted all the crap he gave her.

She was dressed in silk lingerie. It was so soft and beautiful and the at the end of the price tag almost had her dropping the delicate number. She sold her car for less than the material on her body.

And she accepted it.

She hated that she would ask him to buy her liquorice or jelly-beans. She hated that she never had to ask for tampons because he always had them stocked for her beneath the bathroom cabinet and she never had to bother making the bed or wiping the sink because the domestic did it. She had never in her life been able to afford a domestic helper...

And she hated it.

But she became used to it. She became used to the opulence even though no one would suspect it from the outside of his modest house.

"Do you know God forgives all sins?" he asked, rubbing a thumb over her tender nipple.

"No." she turned over on her back, irritated that he was crowding her.

"Well he does. Every last one of them... I think."  He pulled her closer into his side as he turned over onto his stomach.

"Even rape?"

"Is it really rape if I make them come?" His tone far too sardonic for her liking.

"Yes. It's still rape."

"Hmm..." he mused over it. "Don't ever say that I raped you though. I still have the messages to prove that you agreed to all of this."

Juri threw her arm over her eyes, blocking out the glare of the bulb. "Don't remind me."

"My bitch stepmother tried to save my soul when I was a kid." Paul said, sucking her finger into his mouth. "She tried to teach me all about God and how much I needed him in my life." He lathered her finger with his spit before he moved on to the next one.

"Did you actually learn anything?"

He clicked his tongue, his mouth still around her middle finger. "Some." He said once he lowered her hand. "I just remembered the spiel about forgiveness." He sucked her ring finger all the way to her knuckle.

"What about murderers? Does He forgive them too?"

"Uhm hmm." Paul smirked as he released her finger from his mouth and lowered her hand down to the juncture between her thighs. "Even us murderers, girlie." He guided her fingers into her body. "Now enough talking and come for Uncle Paul."

***

A/N Guys- Don't ever crack anyone's neck or allow your neck to be cracked by anyone who isn't medically certified to do so.

Also- this story is taking its own monstrous toll on Juri and Is'haaq. I can promise you that she will NEVER EVER fall in love with that sick rapist Paul. But what she's experiencing is her reaction to all the trauma- which will still be uncovered.

So hold onto your seats.

It's going to be really messy.