Array Ashley: The Cartel

Mecca had beaten Miamor for so long that he was out of breath and sweating profusely. He threw the chain to the ground and retrieved the bottle of ammonia from the corner. He knew that the liquid fire would eat through her skin like acid as soon as it doused her open wounds. He unscrewed the top and splashed the poisonous liquid all over Miamor’s bloody body, which now resembled that of a runaway slave.

“Aghhhhhhh!”

Her blood-curdling scream was enough to make the average man cringe in regret, but Mecca continued his relentless assault on her without mercy.

Miamor felt like she was burning alive. Her eyes, legs, arms, hell, even her hair hurt. She knew that she would never make it out of the basement alive. Mecca had too much to prove.

“Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy name-”

“Who you praying to, bitch?” Mecca asked, taunting her, as he slapped the words from Miamor’s mouth. “I am God.”

Miamor could hear the insanity and hate in his voice. She knew that he wasn’t going to stop beating her until there was nothing left to beat. She couldn’t change that fact. This was her fate. She felt herself growing faint and continued, “Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven.”

The chain seared through her skin once more, but this time she didn’t scream. She was past the point of pain. She was near death. She felt the walls closing in on her. She could see the shadow of the devil standing behind Mecca. She knew she wasn’t destined for Heaven. She had too much blood on her hands. She had sinned beyond reproach, and the devil was waiting to snatch her soul and damn her to hell. She knew it. She embraced it. She was a bad bitch, and she was going to die like one.

As Mecca’s fist collided with her face one more time, she slowly turned her head toward him. She spat blood. “Fuck you, Mecca! I hope you enjoy watching me die just like I enjoyed watching your mother and sister die, mu’fucka!”

“Shut the fuck up!” Mecca grabbed the ammonia, pinched the sides of her mouth harshly, and poured the chemical down her throat and on her face.

Miamor struggled against his grasp, desperately trying to close her eyes and mouth. It burnt her lips and nose. She saw the Grim Reaper stepping closer to her.

“I got something for you, bitch. I’m not gon’ kill you. I’m-a let my man handle you.”

Miamor watched as Mecca walked out of the room and the devil stepped closer to her, her heart jumping with every step the devil took. His face came into view, and when it became fully visible, her eyes grew wide in shock. Fabian!

The shadow in her peripheral vision wasn’t the devil, but a part of her wished that it was. Surely, death would have been better than what Fabian had in store for her. He had a score to settle. She closed her eyes to finish talking with God. “Give us this day, our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.” Her voice broke, and tears filled her eyes.

Fabian leaned into her, his hot breath blowing against her burning skin. “It’s too late for prayers, bitch. You’re gonna die tonight,” he stated with no emotion.

Miamor couldn’t believe that her past had come back to haunt her. This scary mu’fucka was the same one begging her for his life just months ago. Now he was standing before her getting ready to take her own.

“I should have cut off your fucking balls when I took your dick, mu’fucka. Do what you got to do, nigga. Fuck you!”

Fabian punched Miamor with so much force that her jaw collapsed on the right side.

Miamor felt the weight of her face as her jaw caved in. She cringed, absorbed the pain, recited the Lord’s Prayer in her mind, and then spat teeth and blood onto the floor. She sat up straight and prepared herself for what was in store. She hoped for a quick death, but she knew that it wasn’t going to happen, so she breathed deep, squared her shoulders, and forced herself to open her eyes, ignoring the agonizing pain from the chemicals in her eyes. She stared Fabian directly in the eyes and smirked.

This nigga ain’t a killer. He’ll never be like me. Fuck it, if I’m-a go out, it ain’t gon’ be on my knees. “Fuck you!”

The Cartel 2… COMING SOON