When in hand cuffs, she sat in the cold steel chair thinking of all the things she could’ve done to not be in this position.
Sure, she could’ve walked away, sure she could’ve just left or gotten a divorce, but her life was over! He saw to it that she’d never lead a normal good life. She’d just turned 40 and was an empty nester. He’d moved her away from all of her family and friends years ago. She felt she had no one, and her children were all grown living their own lives.
She recounted all the times she’d gone to countless doctors in search of any treatment or cure for the many stds that her husband had given her over the years. Some of the stds and infections were so bad, they often left her debilitated. It was hard trying to explain to her superiors that she’d have to miss work because she developed pelvic inflammatory disease (PID) from being exposed to Gonorrhea for so long that her tubes were now scarred and because of that, she had excruciating abdominal pain and would not be able to work. Or the all the times she had a herpes outbreak and they were the worst.. She told of how her panties would stick to her vagina from all the blood and puss coming from the blisters and how painful it would be to remove them and at those times she’d just sit in a tub of hot water to remove her underwear. She’d burned herself countless times trying to get the water hot enough to dry the blisters up, which on several occasions had given her 2nd degree burns on her lower extremities…Try explaining that to the attending ER physician… specially with her being a nurse practitioner. All the years she went to nursing school and of all the doctors she knew personally, she never had the courage to ask for help or for any unknown treatments. She’d given her life to medicine, but medicine couldn’t help her. She felt ruined! She would never be able to have a healthy sex life, and at her age, what man would want her? Her husband gave her every std and infection known to man! Except HIV/AIDS.
She was taken away from her thoughts by the opening of the heavy door in the interrogation room where she was being held. A man with huge shoulders and big thighs walked in..he wore dark sunglasses.
The Detective asked her, “Mrs. Herald, would you like a glass of water?”. She heard him speak, but couldn’t fully understand what the question was. Rather than ask the detective to repeat it… she responded with a simple,” NO”. She thought that it would be sufficient for whatever he’d asked. By the time he asked her the next question, she’d come back to the reality of where she was and why.
She was beautiful!. In her prime she would’ve been what they called a ‘bad bitch’!. She was petite, but very voluptuous. She looked as if she’d once been very fit. She reeked of class! She was very demure, soft spoken and her eyes although blood shot, were kind. To look into her eyes, you’d never think that a tiny woman with so much class and grace could do what she’d done.
The detective sat in a chair across from her… His sliding the chair across the floor startled her and she jumped. The look on the detectives face said, she’s afraid of something…
She noticed the look he gave her… He had a file with papers and pictures. He shuffled them awhile looking at this one and that one… placing this paper here, that picture there…And then, he said that he was Detective Conan and he would like to ask her a few questions. He asked her to state her full name for the record and told her that he would be recording the interview.
He was appalled and intrigued with Mrs. Herald at the same time. He honestly didn’t know where to go with this interview or how to begin. He’d never in his life seen such a beautiful woman. But, he desperately needed to know why and how she was there with him in this room.
His partner brought her in, but didn’t get an opportunity to fill him in on any details before he had to leave to investigate a triple homicide.
So there he was, left with the most beautiful and voluptuous woman he’d ever laid eyes on and a stack full of disgusting bloody photos. So he begins with, “Mrs. Herald, do you know why you’re here?”
She answers, “Yes!”
“Mrs. Herald, we’ve brought you in for questioning in the attempted murder and torture of your husband Mr. Bilal Herald.”
She slowly looked up at the detective and said these words…
“Detective Conan, my name is Amanda Herald and yes!, I tortured and tried to murder my oppressor and if I had the opportunity to do it again, I would! only the second time, I would most certainly kill him!.I’m guilty! I waive my rights to seek counsel.! lock me up and take me to peace and freedom!”
Detective Conan said, “Whoaaaaaa hold on there little lady!. Are you sure you don’t want your attorney present?”
Detective Conan starts thinking, (“There’s no way possible this fine ass woman did this shit! I have to help her! She’s too beautiful, too fine! Too intelligent. This is wrong… I have to help her!.
Then he thought to him self, “John snap out of it… what the fuck is wrong with you…”)
(Detective Conan stops the recording)
So he starts again, “Mrs. Herald… I’ll tell you what, before we do that.. how about you tell me what happened off the record. And then I’ll advise you of whether or not you should ask for counsel…”
Mrs. Herald said, “Ok, I don’t have a problem with telling you the truth. I’m ready for this to finally end.”
The detective said, “Ok, Mrs, Herald, you have as long as you need… start from the top!.”
Mrs. Herald did…
“Detective Conan, I’m a beautiful woman and an even more beautiful person inside and I see the perplexed look that you have and I’m sure you’re trying to figure out how or why I could’ve done those things to Bilal. And I see that you’re attracted to me. Believe me detective, I see it all the time in every mans eyes that looks at me. But, Detective Conan, I’m not what you think I am… My husband Bilal made sure that I could never be with another man as long as I live. I just turned 40 last week. I know I don’t look like it but yes, I’m 40.
I’ll tell you how we got here. But please after I do. I would appreciate if you would put your sunglasses back on because I don’t want to see your eyes when you find out what you’ve been looking at and lusting after. Because, it truly pains me to look into a man eyes after they know who I am. It hurts to see the desire leave and the disgust arrive.”
The detective said, “Oh, no Mrs. Herald, I assure you I’m a professional I’m not looking at you in that manner. But I will oblige you and put my sunglasses on. Whatever it takes to make you comfortable.”
Mrs. Herald nodded with approval and began…
It all started in college, I met Bilal my Senior year. He was a Kappa and was very handsome. I was preparing myself for med school. It was my dream to become a plastic surgeon. It’s all I thought about. I wasn’t dating because I wanted to focus on my studies. I’d seen him around on campus and he was a star. Everyone loved Bilal. He was charming and sweet. He was very intellectual and I never quite understood how a man with as much intelligence as he had chose to pledge a fraternity. I never liked frat guys, I thought they were loose, misguided and shallow. So I paid them no attention. Bilal began to pursue me, long story short, I fell for Bilal and fell madly in love with him before I graduated. I wasn’t a virgin, but I’d chosen to be celibate for college so that I wasn’t distracted by a relationship, sex, and it’s drama. On graduation day, I woke up with the worst pain I’d ever felt in my life and it was in my vagina. BILAL had given me herpes! Unbeknownst to me, I was having a terrible outbreak! It wasn’t the worst I’ve ever had to date… but it was life altering!. I didn’t know what to do! I didn’t know where to go. I’d never had any problems vaginally and was clueless… there was just a lot of pain, but I had to go through with my graduation ceremony. Immediately after the ceremony, I met with Bilal and told him what was going on. He acted as if he had no clue as to what could be wrong. He took me to the hospital, 5 hours later I found out that I had been infected with the herpes virus and that my life would never be the same. How can the best and worst thing that happens in your life be happening on the same day? I was mortified! Crushed! And bewildered! Bilal swore he had no clue. As I cried, screamed and yelled, he took me into his arms and told me everything would be ok. He assured me that I would be fine and that he’d never hurt me like that again. I believed him. He got down on one knee and proposed to me right there in the hospital. He said that I’d never have to worry about anything and that we’d be together forever, all I had to do was be his wife.
Confused, angry, happy and sad all at the same time, I mustered a soft, “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
Detective Conan to this day, I cannot tell you why I said yes. In reflection, I think I said yes because the news from the doctors about the herpes was a life sentence… so I thought, I’ll never be able to live with this condition with anyone else and I didn’t want to pass it on after learning all about it.
So we got married. Lived life, had children.
Detective Conan throughout our entire marriage Bilal cheated, had several affairs, 2 additional children and has given me every std and vaginal infection known to man. I know what you’re thinking now,
NO, detective Conan, he did not give me HIV/AIDS. That was the only thing that I was spared from.
Detective Conan said, while looking at the photos, “Mrs. Herald, so you did all this because your husband gave you an std?!”
Mrs Herald lifted her gaze to the detective chuckled… and said, “surely you jest!.
Detective why do men think so little of the terrible things they do to women?
Detective that std ruined not only my life but 2 of my 4 children’s lives as well I have two blind from birth children due to an outbreak I had while giving birth. I lost 3 other babies due to SEXUALLY transmitted infections after having so many my womb could not hold a baby. And that is just ONE of the stds I got from my husband. On our first year anniversary I woke up with genital warts!. They were so bad they had to be burned off. They were in every knuck and crevice in my vagina and I felt burning for weeks after that. I stayed married to Bilal because I always felt that no one else would want me if they knew my truth. Detective, I could tell you all the gory details about the stds. I could tell you about the countless therapy sessions it took to attempt to get the visions of all these things happening to my vagina and my body out of my mind… I could tell you every filthy detail, but there’s no need! Pull my doctors records from my gynecologist and it’s all there.
I mentally can’t go thru that now but I will tell you about last month and last week.”
Bilal had been out on assignment with his job for the entire month. I’ve accepted my life and strangely enough Bilal still desires to be intimate with me.
I knew that as soon as he’d gotten in that he’d want to be intimate with me and give me whatever new disease he’d found in Australia…
So this time, I would be ready. His birthday would be at the end of the coming month. I’m a nurse practitioner and I work part time for a specialty urban clinic on the south side of town. We treat mostly inmates, ex cons, homosexual males and people with strange or un-diagnosed diseases. I’m sure you’re wondering why I would want to work in that particular field of study.
I’d been moonlighting there the entire month, and while there I got to know quite a few different individuals… some with bright futures and some with pretty grim futures. And I could relate to them all… I chose 4 unique individuals all with deadly or active illnesses or diseases. I established a rapport with these individuals. All 4 had no desire to live, all had been living with diseases given to them by their spouses. WE ALL WANTED REVENGE! 2 of the 3 men I chose were gay and each had HIV and one had full blown aids. He’d gotten it from his cell mate, that along with a gang, raped him one night while he was asleep in his cell. He was angry!…And wanted nothing but to hurt someone like he’d been hurt. The 4th was a female, very much like myself… very beautiful and had a full life ahead of her. She’d been diagnosed with a form of herpes unknown to man. She suffered constant outbreaks! No medicine could cure her! All we could do was give her morphine for the pain. Her vagina reeked like rotting flesh. Her blisters were more like deep open wounds than small blisters. It was worse than any out break I’d ever had. One man was infested with lice. But his infestation could not be contained. It was as if the lice were apart of his blood, he scratched and scratched until he’d have lice, skin and blood under his finger nails.
I could see that Detective Conan was becoming ill. He then interrupted my spill and excused himself. He was only gone for 10 minutes, but it felt like a lifetime. It was he first time that I’d felt alone since this whole ordeal began. It felt quite strange to be in Detective Conan’s company because I found myself attracted to him and that’s something I hadn’t felt in years. It felt good! I hadn’t felt this alive in years. I hadn’t been able to mentally become aroused by any one. I thought that my vagina could not feel any sensation after all of the 2nd degree burns over the years. I was literally numb down there, and to me, my vagina felt like leather!…But there’s something about this man that makes me tingle and it feels so good! These thoughts are consuming me. I don’t know if I’m in shock and my body is going haywire, or if I’m indeed being sexually aroused by this man’s presence.
Just then, Detective Conan enters the room. Mrs. Herald collected herself from her whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. Detective Conan said, “Mrs. Herald, I apologize for the interruption but I had to take care of some very important business, you may continue.”
Mrs Herald starts to speak again, and she says very candidly, “Detective Conan I assure you I am a big girl and I’m very intuitive and I’m certain that you became ill while I gave you the details about my accomplices…” Detective Conan interjected, “Mrs Herald, I assure you that I’m a big boy and nothing that you say, can or will amaze me!” Which was a lie! Detective Conan was indeed amazed by Mrs. Herald and not just because of her breathtaking beauty and body but also by her candidness and her honestly. It was refreshing to Detective Conan and he was blown away by her.
All the while, Detective Conan actually removed himself from the interrogating room because he became emotional and did not want to show that side of himself to Mrs Herald. Detective Conan had not always been this tall, dark, handsome, chiseled man standing before Mrs. Herald.
Detective Conan said, “Please continue.” Mrs. Herald continued with the events that were about to transpire.
Detective Conan, I wanted my husband to feel pain! I wanted him to experience fear, the fear that I’ve had to feel every night for 25 years! The fear of what type of disease I’d contract from him, the fear of whether it’d be HIV aids this time or the next! I wanted him to feel what it’s like to knowingly have to perform sex acts on a person while you know that they’re infected with some nasty disgusting std or infection! I needed him to feel the way i’ve felt and I needed it to be MAGNIFIED! I asked all four people if they’d like to be apart of a special study and told them that they’d be compensated for their participation. I started with group therapy sessions where each person had an opportunity to explain the reasons behind their anger. I then asked everyone to focus on and make a vision board, of what they’d like to do or what they’d like to happen to the individuals that made them who they were today. I admit that I used their anger and grief to manipulate them into doing what I needed. I did it to protect them from events that are occurring at this very moment, although none of them have any desire to live, I would never be able to forgive myself if they were put behind bars. This went on for weeks… Then finally, I exposed myself and I told them of all the horrid things my husband had done to me and how my children had been born blind. THEY WERE LIVD!
They immediately wanted to organize a lynch mob. The love and compassion they showed me was phenomenal. At this moment, I knew they were ready! None of these people had been able to be sexually active because they never wanted to expose anyone to any of the illnesses they had. But, things were about to change…I lied to them and told them that my husband had finally felt remorse for what he’d done to me and that he’d decided that he wanted to do anything in his power to make me forgive him and allow us a new start at life. I told them that my husband had agreed to allowing me to inject him with an incurable disease. His only request, was that he not know how or when it would occur. They didn’t question me at all. I think they were being fueled by rage and revenge. They would’ve done anything! I’m certain of it.
My husband’s birthday was coming up and I’d told him that I had a surprise for him. I told him that it was something special that I’d been wanting to do for years, but never had the courage to. My Husband was a STONE COLD FREAK and I knew he’d be down for whatever. He would immediately think I was planning a menage a trois or something, and this time, he would be correct. It was definitely a manage a trois or SOMETHING!
I told my willing participants all the details minus a few small ones. They all agreed. We all waited for the perfect time when everyone was either having an outbreak, flare up or sick in some way and if they weren’t at the time, I made sure they were, even if it meant injecting them. They didn’t care, they were ready for the revenge that they sought.
Bilal had come home from his business trip from Australia, and to be honest, I hadn’t received any stds from him in years, but the physical trauma and emotional scars had lasted me what seemed like two lifetimes. This was my one opportunity to get even. As far as Bilal was concerned, his marriage and life were perfect. He was secure in the fact that I’d forgiven him for all of his past infidelities and he thought that because he still desired me sexually, that I was secure with my body, our sex life and our marriage. Little did he know, I hated and loathed my own body because of him. I’d thought about killing myself or mutilating myself on so many occasions. I felt that my body and vagina had brought me nothing but pain and turmoil, so I wanted nothing to do with myself and wanted nothing but to be rid of my vaginal woes.
Detective Conan, It’s amazing how a man can do so many foul, ruthless and despicable things to a woman that they profess to love and care for and still trust her with his life. I can’t count the countless times I’ve been the good loyal faithful wife and ironed clothes for him to go out all the while knowing he would be entertaining another woman. Rather than complain, bicker, or argue, I chose to remain submissive, docile and quiet. I prayed, but never got an answer, I meditated, but never received a response. I waited for karma to have it’s say. But my cries, and pleas went unanswered, so I took matters into my own hands.
Bilal was expecting a rendezvous out of this world. I’d told him how all of his wildest fantasies would be fulfilled on his birth night. I told him how this birthday would overshadow the one where he was delivered from his mother’s womb.
I told him how this night would bring me such ecstasy and that the climax that I’d receive would be mind blowing! I told him that he would not be able to contain himself and that there would be more SEX ACTS THAN HE COULD HANDLE! He was beaming with excitement. I could hear his smile through the phone.
I had him just where I needed him. He trusted me, just as I’d trusted him so many times. I asked him was he down for whatever because this was gonna be his birthday to remember for all ages. He said an absolute YES! Bilal was such a freak. I’d found out years earlier that he had been on the down low. Bilal thought that since he wasn’t a bottom, he wasn’t gay and that there was nothing wrong with him penetrating another man. As long as he wasn’t being penetrated, he felt that down low sex was fine and his manhood was intact.
Bilal made it home at exactly 7:30 p.m. He drove the jag into the garage and remained there for at least another 20 minutes. This was common behavior because he always had to talk to one of his side chics before coming inside to greet me. All of the participants were in the basement having cocktails, hors d’oeuvres, and what I like to call special party favors…. just a little something to take the edge off. After all, on a night like tonight, we’d all need it!
I told the party guests to enjoy themselves and that Bilal was about to enter to the house and to remain quiet while I prepared the birthday boy for the night’s festivities. They agreed and continued enjoying themselves. They all looked amazingly stunning, even the men looked great and Robert with the lice fixed up pretty well, I couldn’t believe my own eyes. I knew I’d asked them to look their best and told them to be ready for whatever, but I had no clue that they could clean up so well.
I left the basement when I heard the door open. I rushed upstairs and there he was, Bilal Maxius Herald standing 6’5″, body shaped like Adonis. Shoulder length manicured dreads, with a beard that probably could have put the bibles Sampson to shame. He was fine! He would make anyone do a double take; male or female. Sadly, that’s the major reason why we all were where we were. I had a second thought at that precise moment; but I shrugged it off, just as I had to so many other times when he hurt me…
He picked me up, hugged me and started to kiss me, I quickly wiggled out of his arms, smiling and laughing, I gently pushed his hands back and lovingly told him to wait, and be patient…Then I grabbed the video camera and turned it on. I asked him if he minded if I videoed the party because I wanted us to be able to remember it forever. While on record, I said, “Bilal Maxius Herald, do you love me?”… and he answered me, “yes.” I asked him, “Are you ready for whatever that happens tonight?”, and he answered, “Yes, baby give me whatever you got!”… I said, “No, Bilal just answer me yes or no.”… He answered, “yes.”.. I asked him if he agreed to everything that would happen to him tonight as I unbuttoned my blouse, he answered…yes.
Detective Conan interrupted, “Mrs. Herald, I hate to interrupt, but by the way things are sounding are you implying that Mr. Herald agreed to his own torture and attempted murder?” Mrs. Herald said, “Detective Conan I’m neither admitting to nor denying anything, I’m simply telling a man, off the record, what happened…Is that not what we’re doing here Detective Conan?”
Detective Conan said, “You are correct mam, this is off the record… you may continue.”
“Thank you sir”. I told Bilal to get undressed, shower and relax in the steam room when he was done and that there were fresh chocolate covered infused strawberries waiting by the door before he went in. He loves those berries; they cost a fortune to be infused with imported tequila from Spain. Nothing but the best for this night.
Bilal did as I instructed. I was fuming in the inside as I thought about all the sick twisted shit he thought I’d be doing and allowing him to do to me on tonight. He needed to die! Death would be too simple for this loser. My palms were sweating from the thought of choking him to death. I could feel his adam’s apple between my thumb and fingers, and it felt good.
I went into the steam room to serve Bilal a shot of his favorite imported tequila. “Before I continue, Detective Conan, you did say that this conversation was off the record?”… “Yes, Mrs. Herald, I did say that. But, I must ask you, why did you admit to the torture and attempted murder if you’d already devised to have him consent to the activities?”… “Well detective, that’s a good question and I guess now is the perfect time for me to tell you exactly how things went.” I had given Bilal 7 shots of his favorite tequila just to give him a slight buzz. Bilal is a professional business man, yet he loves to party and he was overly excited by the plate of cocaine that was waiting for him after he left the steam room. When he saw it, his eyes lit up like fireworks on July 4th! I knew he was pleased. He doesn’t do coke regularly, but whenever there’s a party, he’ll partake of whatever drug or drink that’s in the building… he has no turn down button. He reached for the plate of coke… I instructed him to take it slow because I wanted him coherent for the surprise that I had in the basement. He agreed; and proceeded to snort 3 lines of coke. I sat and watched him and when he was done within minutes it’s as if he was a total different person. I’d always wondered who he was when he wasn’t with me. I wondered, but never asked and never questioned him. I’d learned to keep quiet over the years, because if I inquired, he’d begin asking me to go out with him to all of these shady swingers bars, gay clubs, and strip shows. So I just accepted that he was who he was and that it wasn’t my business. But now, at this very moment, I got an opportunity to see him transform.
He was aggressive and animalistic. He grabbed me and began clawing at my breast! He pulled me close to him and he hugged me so tight that I thought I would pass out. I had to get out of his grasp, he started sucking on my neck and vigorously rubbing my breast. I asked him to stop, but he wouldn’t, I yelled for him to stop but he wouldn’t. Then I softly said, “Baby I have a surprise for you in the basement… it’s what you’ve always wanted from me.”
Then and only then did he stop and compose himself. I told him to meet me downstairs in 10 minutes. I grabbed the plate of coke and told Bilal there were some more party favors in the basement.
As I walked to the basement, I started to feel powerful. For once, I had full control of Bilal and soon he’d be begging me to not hurt him again just as I had begged him for years.
When I walked into the basement, everyone appeared to be having a great time. I think that this was the first time in years that these people had been invited to anything or the first time in years that they wanted to be apart of anything. I could tell this was special for them; almost as special as it was for me.
I greeted everyone, I’d already instructed them to park their cars in the rear and that the door to the basement would be already open and to just help themselves with drinks and party favors.
I was pleased to see that they followed instructions well. The only female in the group was drop dead gorgeous. I knew Bilal would have to have her. He wouldn’t be able to resist her body, he was a sucker for big asses and she must have paid a fortune for hers.
I was pleased to see the men looking so dapper! I asked them were they ready to meet the man of the hour. They all smiled and agreed in unison that they were more than ready.
Our basement was huge. It was more like a small apartment, complete with 3 bedrooms. I’d prepared all 3 rooms to have a special theme and special event. The last room was the biggest and the greatest of my surprises.
I grabbed a glass of whiskey to take the edge off, but I needed to be sober and in control so I didn’t drink much. I made sure that the special room was locked and secure. I asked everyone to hide and told them that Bilal would be coming down shortly. Everyone took their respective places. I switched the lights off.
Just then, we heard Bilal coming down the stairs, he called out to me, “Baby , turn the
Lights on… I can’t see!.”
By then, he’d made it to the last stair. He turned the light switch on… and we all jumped out and yelled SURPRISE!.
You should’ve saw the look on his face, it was priceless! But,I was certain that the last look I would see on his face tonight would be far greater than that!
He was delighted! I said, “Baby this is your surprise birthday party and these beautiful people are your party favors and they are here to satisfy and please you in any and every way imaginable!
I love you so much, I’ve loved you all of my adult life and I know that I’ve not always been there for you SEXUALLY the way that you like, but for your 40th birthday, I wanted to give you an unforgettable experience that you’d be able to think about for the rest of your life.”
I then introduced him to each person and told them to get familiar with each other. He immediately opted to meet the woman first. I could tell that he was digging her and I could see that she was also attracted to him so it’d be easy for her to go through with my plan.
It’s amazing how attraction can ultimately ruin your life. Simple attraction…
I went into one of the bedrooms and returned with some edible marijuana treats. I passed them around the room so that everyone could lighten up a little and I asked Alexa to play R.KELLY. He was a freak just like Bilal. I’m certain his music would help them get in the mood.
I told Bilal and the others to go with the flow and let whatever happens happen. I told them that they had 2 bedrooms for their privacy and that I wouldn’t interrupt and that when he was done with all of them, that he could have me…I’d be waiting in the last room.
I excused myself, and went into the locked bedroom and prepared myself for Bilal’s entrance.
I’m not certain of what all transpired in those rooms, but I did instruct the men to be certain to take pics of Bilal giving and receiving. I didn’t see anything, but from the sounds of things, I think Bilal prefers being a bottom over being a top. His moans sounded like pure ecstasy… he reminded me of a young girl making love for the first time or an old woman finally having her first orgasm.
When Bilal came out of the room, I was there waiting with a few more party favors. This time it was ecstasy pills… He popped three. I didn’t say a word, after all he’d need to be out of his mind to be intimate with this woman. She was indeed sexy, but her vagina was just an open infected wound.
The woman had been instructed to take Bilal into the second bedroom alone. I’d already given her a shot to numb her vagina so that she wouldn’t be able to feel any pain or anything else for that matter. This party wasn’t about them being SEXUALLY satisfied, it was solely for Bilal’s pleasure and PAYBACK!.
I didn’t want to know what all would happen in that room, but I requested pics of Bilal giving her cunilingus.
Just then Detective Conan had to interrupt, and he said, “Mrs Herald, if all that you say is true about these people and their conditions, why did you plan to be intimate with your husband as well? How could you take him into that room and allow him to touch you. It would seem to me that you wouldn’t be able to touch him after all that he’d done in those rooms.”
Mrs. Herald said, “Detective, let me finish, you asked for the details and I’m giving them to you.”
As I was saying…. I don’t know what all happened in the room with the woman, but Bilal passed out. The woman walked out of the room and handed me my pictures. She then asked me if she could shower and freshen up, I said yes. When I walked into the room after her. I vomited right there in the door way. I was hit in the face with the worst smell I’d ever smelled in my life. I know Bilal was high out of his mind, but I just couldn’t conceive how he was able to do the things to her that he did and it was all on film every moment of it! It was disgusting.
I went over to Bilal, made sure he was still breathing. I asked the men to help me carry him to the sofa. While there on the sofa I cleaned him up. I threw up 3 more times, but he had to be clean for his rendezvous with me in the 3rd room. After cleaning him, I put smelling salts under his nose to wake him. He jumped up with bulging eyes…and no clue of what all happened, but being the freaky whore he is, he wanted more drugs and more tequila. I obliged him.
For the remainder of the time the woman was showering and cleaning herself up, Bilal indulged. He and the men remained partying for the next hour.
I went into the locked bedroom to make sure that the bed was perfect and that everything was in it’s place so that Bilal would be comfortable.
Then there was a knock on the bedroom door. It was the woman, she was all cleaned up and looking very good. She was ready to help me execute the rest of my plan. I let her in and she looked over the room and found that everything was in order.
I closed and locked the door and went back to the party. Bilal was on the dance floor dancing with one of the men…grinding hard on him like he was a woman. So that’s what my husband looks like when he’s out of town with the fellas… a BITCH!
At this point, I had no tears left to cry for Bilal or myself. He was a SICK, TWISTED, CONFUSED piece of shit! And I hated him!.
It was time TO PAY!… I tapped the man on his shoulder and began dancing with Bilal. His appetite for sex was insatiable. After all the sex he’d had in the last 2 hours, he still had an appetite for me and he wanted me so badly. It hurt like thousands and thousands of thorns sticking me, for him to touch me. His beauty was gone. Seeing him like this, in his true light helped me to be able to do what I had to do. I didn’t see him as human anymore. He was dead to me! And I saw him as a cadaver.
I pulled away from him and he grabbed me back into his arms. He said, “Don’t run from me baby, I knew all along that one day you’d stop being a bougie bitch and join me.”… He said, “I’m a free spirit, and people should be able to have sex with who they want, whenever they want. MONOGAMY is the true robber of love.”
I said,”You’re right and I understand now.”… Then I told him I had one more party favor and that it would be an injection of some really good shit that I got from a doctor friend of mine. I told him that it was A-1 and comparable to the drug Michael Jackson was on. He was happier than a pig who missed the slaughter house.
He sat down on the sofa, then one of the men knelt down beside him and told him that he wanted to give him a blow job that he’d never forget. A blow job that he’d remember forever!
Bilal was game and asked me to watch. I told him only if he couldn’t see me watching. He agreed. I took a scarf and tied it around his eyes. The man began to give him fellatio. Bilal screamed with pleasure. It got so good to him that he grabbed the man and began kissing him.
Now was the perfect time to unmask myself. Just then as he was passionately kissing this man… I stepped up on the sofa snatched the blind fold off and yelled…
“STOP SIR! YOU’RE about to have a heart attack! LET ME FEEL YOUR PULSE!”
I was wearing a sexy little nurse uniform. Bilal loved role playing. He was eating it up. I dismissed the men by telling them, “This patient needs our help! Why are you guys standing around like you can’t see that this man needs medical attention.”
The men left quickly and while I entertained Bilal for what seemed like a lifetime, it had to have only been 10 minutes or so. They came back in scrubs looking like doctors. Bilal was eating this up.
I turned to the men and said, “Doctors, this patient is extremely sick! I think he needs to be admitted and treated for being too sexy.” Bilal’s chest was as big as his ego with some sort of sick pride. He was so happy, I’d never seen him this happy.
One of them men said, “Sir, are you in pain? Would you like something for the pain sir?” Bilal fell right into the scheme of things. He said, “Yes, I’ll take something for pain.
The man started an IV on Bilal’s hand and said, ” Sir we’re going to take you into your room for further evaluation.”
Bilal was a bit groggy from the edibles and tequila, so the men helped him to his feet.
I walked over to the 3rd bedroom, and unlocked the door. The room looked just like an operating room. After I unlocked the door, the men helped Bilal walk into the room. He was so into the moment that he didn’t notice the woman sitting behind all of the monitors. He was blown away!. He said,”Baby you really went out of your way for me this time everything looks so real.” Little did he know, just how real it was.
As they lay Bilal on the bed, I walked up to the bed and said, “Sorry I have some consent forms for you to sign. And we can’t begin the procedure if you don’t sign these forms. We have to cure you of your sexiness.” Bilal hurriedly signed the forms. I took them and handed them to the woman.
Then I got in the bed and straddled him. I asked if he was ready for the night of his life…he said yes. I told him that he’d have to beg me to give him what I had to cure him of his sexiness. He fell right into character. He begged me, “Please, please, please, Mrs. Nurse cure me of all my ills. Cure me of my sexines in whatever way you want. Please, please please give me what you got.” Just then one of the men injected Bilal’s IV with something.
Bilal was out in 3 seconds. Then the men strapped Bilal to the bed in restraints. I stayed straddled on him…Then the IV was stopped… Bilal came to and when he realized that his hands and feet were in restraints he wasn’t pleased.
He tried to get up but he couldn’t. He asked what was going on…The woman stood up and he looked at her. I don’t know what came to his mind when he saw her or if his memory started to come back from their earlier event, but he was sickened. He became ill and his face turned two shades darker.
I told him to not get sick on us, and that tonight would be a long night. He had this perplexed look on his face. He didn’t know what was truly going on at this point. But, he wanted answers.
I got off of him and stood beside the bed..He was calm and wasn’t trying to break free any longer. He asked me what was happening, I told him in the most calming and gentle tone, “Bilal the fat lady is about to sing, the wrongs will be righted, and vengeance is ours… (I pointed to all of us in the room)
Today this awesome medical team is about to make history. When you wake up from your procedure you’ll be cured of your DOGGISH,WHORING WAYS. You’ll be cured of all your infidelity. You’ll be rid of the terrible things that made you do terrible things to me. Tonight you’ll pay the price for my life.
A life for a life…When you wake up, you’ll finally be able to feel and experience how life has been for me during the 20 years that I’ve been with you…And you’ll know unequivocally without any doubt, that HELL TRULY HAS NO FURY LIKE A WOMAN SCORNED!” Bilal began to scream, “Please don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me baby, what are you doing, what are you going to do to me? baby please, baby pluhhhhh…….” Before he could say another word, one of the guys pushed more meds through his IV and he was out cold.
After being on the run for 3 months, I decided that I’d had enough and didn’t want to run anymore. That’s when I was stopped for speeding by your officer. When he ran my license, he discovered that there was a warrant for my arrest.
Detective Conan, believe it or not, it sounded like a pretty good plan in the beginning and I honestly don’t regret the final outcome.
Detective Conan began to speak, “Well, Mrs. Herald, that’s quite some story, and I truly empathize with you. Believe me I do. Can I tell you something off the record Mrs. Herald?… I may look a certain way to you, but I think I understand infidelity better than anyone else that you could have spoken with. I’ve been married 2 times and both wives were drug addicts and had sexual addictions. I haven’t been with a woman in 10 years because I too have been exposed to terrible stds, and I’m currently living with herpes as well as having syphilis that will remain in my blood stream for the rest of my life. I can relate to you all too well, although I’m handsome and have a great career, what woman in her right mind would want to be with me?… I don’t think I’ll ever be able to trust another woman as long as I live and although I suffer with these conditions, I do not want to die from HIV/AIDS. Sex is not more important than my life…And until this day, no one has ever heard why I am truly single. I allow people to think what they choose. The women around here think that I’m gay and the men do as well, but I don’t care what they think, as long as I’m healthy and alive.
I don’t know why fate would have it that we meet and you tell your story to me. But, as fate would have it in my eyes, Mrs. Herald YOU’VE DONE NOTHING WRONG. Your husband deserved everything he got…And before I go and get another cup of coffee, I’d like to ask you one question…First let me remove your handcuffs.
Mrs. Herald, would you consider going on a date with a man ever again if there was one that could accept you and everything there is about you?…Could you love another man again, if there was one that would love, respect and honor you?”
Mrs. Herald said, “Detective Conan, are you asking me on a date?…After all I’ve said to you!”
“Yes! Mrs. Herald, I’m asking you out for a date”
“But…Detective Conan….”, said Mrs. Herald.
Detective Conan reiterated, “Mrs. Herald, would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow at 7:30?”
Mrs. Herald, nervously answered, “Well yes, I, I….. guess I will.”
Detective Conan arose from his chair, pulled a business card from his pocket, handed it to her and said, “Mrs. Herald… YOU’RE FREE TO LEAVE.” She got up from her chair, took the card from the detective and with tears in her eyes she thanked him softly, kissed his cheek and exited the room.
Just as she was closing the interrogation room door, the original arresting officer was approaching the small room. She blew past him with urgency.
The officer entered the small interrogation room…He saw his partner of 15 years, who was about to retire, sitting there with the weirdest look on his face. One he’d never saw before. The officer didn’t know what to make of the detective’s facial expression.
He interrupted the detectives’s actions… He was looking at the photos of Mr. Heralds procedure… Although very graphic, the photos were in good taste and showed all the details.
The officer asked his fellow detective and friend, “John, are you alright?…Wasn’t that the lady that I brought in for questioning in the torture and attempted murder of Bilal Herald, the big time playboy and real-estate mogul?”
Detective Conan while starring at the last picture and finished product of what Mrs Herald and her accomplices did, looked up at his friend and said, “Scott, we’ve been friends for 30 years and we’ve worked together for 15 and you know that sometimes in this business, we have to look the other way…. well this my friend, is one of those times. I’m about to retire and after all the dirt we’ve done on this force, I felt it was time to give back. Look at this picture…This is what she did to her husband. She felt it was the one way that he’d be able to truly understand what he did to her… And I agree. So, I LET HER GO!”
“JOHN! you can’t be serious…Let me see the photo!” While looking at the photo, the officer looked back at his friend and asked,”John, what could her husband have done to her to make her not only do all the things in these pictures, but also……” “He deserved it buddy!…Believe me and trust me on this….Let it go!” “I will John, but this last picture!.. what did he do to make his wife give him a complete sex change operation?!”
“He did a lot brother, but one thing he won’t be able to ever do again is stick his dick in anything!…As a matter of fact she made sure that the last pussy his dick would go in, was his own!.”
She sewed his dick up inside of his new vagina that she made for him and he woke up at home with double D size breasts and a mutilated penis sewn inside his new vagina….And she left him all the pics and videos from his once in a life time birthday party…
BOY, WHAT A GIFT!
Absolutely powerful, descriptive and lyrically enticing; please write more!
WOWZERS!!!! thank you Kim!
I love the twist at the end! I definitely wasn’t expecting that! Ready for part 2!
thank you! it means a lot coming form my editor!
Best read in a while, I love it my sister!I can see it in Oprah’s book club congratulations in advance ? personal singed copy for your favor lemonade lady.
thank you Love… you know i appreciate it, especially coming from a published author…. yes you are my favorite LEMONADE lady… you set the blueprint for how others should hold their heads high and continue to make lemonade from the lemons that life gives us… YOU KNOW HOW TO HANDLE ADVERSITY! youre a blessing to those of us who’ve been privy to all the details! now put some sugar in and keep stirring!
Wow…..That’s what I call Suspense….Great ending
Wow! with excitement for you….a good read…you are an awesome lady…gifted…I couldn’t lay my phone down….this story blew my mind….all I can say is keep it coming my sister…..
Thanks for sharing….I’m soooo looking forward to reading more from you!!!
Great read
Zane who? Give me more of Kiki!
lol…. BOY DO I APPRECIATE THAT! love you….
Love it . Love it.
I’ve been waiting to see what she did to him… What a thoughtful gift!!! Well deserved…
I love it! Great read!!
I couldn’t stop reading and what an unpredictable story. This actually could be made into a small film or play.Once again your able to deliver the shock power!
you reap what you sew, lmao….nice
I checked you out, looks like a real good read.
OMG!!!!! You need to see your publisher right away!!!!
Lol… thank you!
So I’m at work and realized that I hadn’t read your short story……. I’m finally finished reading it and I enjoyed all the twist. Can’t wait for your book signing or the next short story
Wow! Very good read! I truly enjoyed it. You are Avery creative writer.
thank you so much. im glad you enjoyed it.