After seven years being buried in a shallow grave, didn't leave much remains. My mother's soft and smooth skin rotted or eaten away by nature and the little critters of the woods. The remnants of her golden locks only remained in my memoires. Only several dozens of brown colored bones and a full skull, scattered on the metal table in the morgue was left of the dead. Leo clashed my hand as I continued to stare at what was left of a beautiful woman that was my mother. She was at peace, but I saw were pieces. I let out a deep breath and my fingered tightened around Leo's hand and looked at the greyed hair medical examiner.

"Are they sure it is her?" I asked.

"There were some personal items like her ID and wedding band that help confirm her identity as well as the killer's notes," the medical examiner explained. "A DNA test could confirm it?"

Shit! Y'all not getting my DNA on file, fuck that. I have to think of something quick. "My DNA won't help, because I was adopted." Damn, I must be hanging out with Melissa too long, because that lie came out fast.

"I didn't know that," Leo said. His hand loosened its grip on mine.

"Just because you are my boyfriend, doesn't mean I have to tell you all of my secrets."

"True, but..."

I cut Leo off and asked the examiner, "Let me see her wedding band?" The M.E. handed me a bag with the golden band inside. I took it out and looked at it for a few seconds before I confirmed it as her.

"What do you want us to do with the remains?" the M.E. asked.

"I like her to be cremated," I said.

"I can send her to Cutshaw," M.E. said. "He will give you a fair rate. All you have to do is sign a release, and I will take care of the rest."

"Thank you." I looked at Leo. "Can you take me home?"

We walked out of the morgue, ran back upstairs and burst out the front door to the parking lot. We didn't say a word to each other. Leo might be mad at me, I couldn't think of a good reason why he should be mad at me. I got into and car and slammed the door, he followed suit and slammed the door too. He revved up his car, which was the going sound between us. After several minutes of driving, I decided to break the ice.

"What's wrong?" I asked but my tone was a little anger and full of attitude.

"Nothing." His response had just as much attitude as mine.

"Bullshit!"

"I feel like you are hiding so much from me."

"Really? Because I didn't tell you that I wasn't adopted? That got your jaws all tight. Fuck, Leo. Did you forget that I shared with you the fact that I was raped by my father for years and my adoption pissed you off? I just found out that my mother was killed by your fucking friend." I folded my arms and delivered a quick dig. "Some fucking profiler you are?"

Leo knobbed his head. "That was fair, I didn't expect him was a killer."

"The fact that he killed your girlfriend's mom is totally fucked up."

"Okay, you made your point."

"I understand if we were married and kept shit from you, but we are just boyfriend and girlfriend." How long can I keep this fake outrage going? Maybe, I can tone it down, so a can set up a trap for some 'off the hook make-up sex?'

"You're right," Leo said. "I wish we could be more open with each other."

"That the therapist in you talking." I decided to lay down an olive branch. "No, you are right. We do love each other. Maybe, I should open up more, but it will take time for me."

"Pitch." His calm tone returned back to our conversation. "All people have skeletons in their closet."

I chuckled. "I have a fucking cemetery in mine." He grabbed his hand and kissed it. "I guessed we survived our first bullshit fight?"

"Yeah," he answered. "Just glad it wasn't a real one."

"True." Because you wouldn't survive.

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"Fuck!" I swore to Melissa on the phone. "The fucking fake fight didn't lead to some real 'Mind blowing, toe-curling, hitting the spot so good that you want to slap your momma sex.'"

"Damn!" Melissa said. "Do you need to go to rehab to quit that cock?"

"Shit!" I sat down on the steps outside of my apartment building. I stared across the street and saw Liam and two of his friends looking at me. It was the first time I have seen Liam after I beat his ass with a baseball bat. He still had cuts around his face and supported a crane and limped around when he walked. I glared my eyes at him, a subtle sign that I could still kick his fucking ass. He looked away, like a bitch. He hadn't mess with Bennie in a while and it better stay that way. My mind wandered until and heard Melissa faded voice on the phone got louder.

"Pitch!" Melissa yelled into the phone, slapping me back to the here and now. "You okay? I've been saying your name for a while."

"Sorry, girl," I replied. "So much shit is going on."

"At least you kept your DNA out of the system," Melissa praised. "Quick thinking there about being adopted."

"I learned from the best."

"I have my moments."

"Now, back to the fact that my man ain't here fucking the taste out of my mouth."

I heard Melissa's laugh on the other end. "Well, he does have a job and you are too young to be his sugar mommy."

"True," I paused and made Melissa an offer. "I can be your sugar mommy."

"Pay all my bills and have me on your beckon call," Melissa continued. "Every time you want to taste my sweet nectar."

"I do love your honey, but I really love you."

"I love you too, Pitch."

I felt my cheeks getting warms as I heard Melissa say those few words. Oh, my God, I'm getting all sappy. Is this turning into a fucking love triangle? No, Melissa is fully aware of my feelings and Leo and totally support my relationship with him. I'm just a greedy bitch that wants it all.

"Okay, girl," I said. "I got to go. I'll talk to you later."

"I don't want you to talk," she replied. "I want you to scream my name."

"You nasty! Bye" I hung up the phone and gave Liam one more glanced and walked into the building. I ran up the stairs to my apartment. I opened and locked the door and plopped on the bed.

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A dark cloud hovered over my naked body as my father's hand gripped around my neck. He choked me, forcing me to beg, to beg for the basic need of air. Even in death, he controlled me. He possessed my dreams, my nightmares. He always kept one hand free to feel the soft contours of breasts. His tongue resembled that of a snake as it slithered out between his lips, licking my erected nipples. He pried open my legs with his, forcing me to receive him.

His cock lanced with barbwire ripped through my opening and shredding me from the inside. I couldn't move. I couldn't scream. I could only suffer in silence as the razors torn me apart. His gripped tightened around my neck. No sounds of pain escaped my lips, I endured the burning, the tearing, and the ripping of my pussy. The blood pouring out of me as he continued to drill into me like a jackhammer destroying concrete. My body had a brief moment of relief as he torn his cock out of me. Still gripping my neck, the monster slammed me against the wall. His eight-foot muscular body was black as coal. His forked like tongue darted out of his mouth to lick the blood between my legs, a slight rush course through me as his feast. The first sound I made was several low moans of my orgasm as his licking made me climax. He made me come again as he choked and licked me.

His tongue tore out of me and he turned me around so my stomach pressed against the wall. He spread my leg a little. His burning breath singed some of my hair. His barbwire lanced cock ripped in me again. Then, the monster spoke.

"Say 'Fuck Me, Daddy," His deep horsed voice ordered. "Say 'Fuck me, Daddy,'" he repeated

I shook my head. "No." I couldn't speak louder than a whimper.

He repeated the request again as his cock grew bigger and sharper in me. "Say, 'Fuck me, Daddy.'" His voice got deeper and darker.

I stayed in defiance and answered, "No." My voice got louder, but the pain between my legs intensify. It burnt as more blood dripped out.

"Fucking bitch!" it growled. "I will break you." He grabbed my wrist and pulled my arms back and fucked me harder. "Say, 'Fuck me, Daddy!"

My shoulders burned and my pussy boiled, but I didn't give up. "Stop it," I yelled.

"No!" he screamed. "Fuck me, Daddy! Say it!"

Flames burned inside of me. I couldn't take it anymore, but thy will not be done. I won't give in. "Fuck you!" I spat back at him. His cock ripped deeper in me as blood poured out of my mouth. Hell, would not stop, the punishment would not go away. The flames burned my flesh. My heart burst in my chest.

"Say it!" he screamed.

I broke and whispered. "Fuck me, Daddy."

"Again! Louder!" He continued to drill me

"Fuck me, Daddy!" I yelled. My head bobbed back and forward with each painful thrusts.

"Again!" He bit and sucked on my neck. I heard the bones in my wrist cracked as his grip got firmer.

"Fuck me, Daddy!" My voice shook the room as my soul left my body, leaving a broken shell that still felt the pain of his sin.

"Yes!" he growled like a beast from the pits of hell as he climaxed, sending his burning load inside of me. Screams of torment and ecstasy reigned out as my body betrayed me with multiple orgasms.

Accepting his seed, ended the torture and filled my body with disgusting pleasure. He released my arms and my body collapsed on the floor. He kneed over me, my body still shook from the experience. He grabbed my chin and placed his thumb between my lips and whispered, "You will never get rid of me."

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I woke up screaming and flew out of bed. I grabbed my bat from the closet and smashed the mirror in my room. I swung the bat, striking my dresser and knocking everything off the surface. I tossed the bat, hurling it towards the wall. Screaming sirens infested my ear as I let out a deafening cry for God to fucking help me. I crashed to the floor and wept like a child. I dragged myself to the corner of my bedroom and stared at the destruction. I heard loud banging. I covered my ears.

"Go away!" I screamed. The banging continued. "Leave me alone!" The banging continued it wouldn't stop. I realized someone was knocking, repeatedly at my fucking chamber door. "Fuck you, Raven." I grabbed my bat and ran to the door. I flung it open, the bat resting on my shoulder. "What the fuck?" I yelled. Bennie and Aurora stood in fear as they both witness my madness. Their cute but scared faces calmed the beast in me. "What's wrong?" I asked, lowering my bat.

"You didn't hear the sirens," Aurora said. "They took Ms. Tranhill to the hospital.