Hell began. Her childhood home being stripped from her. Where her and Tyrone bust into stores dancing until he got shot.
Poor soul, such innocence. Where she first met Carlos and Deandra trying to steal her bike.
Inside the tall white van smelled like onion and garlic chips. Now the smelled turned into a stench of rotten eggs. Put to sit down in a tiny little beige sofa. Rocking like a chair looking like a mental patient. Her hair uncurled her bun with a afro flying out.
"Were are you taking me?"
"Zilum Mental Institution" the driver responded.
"No, God no! The serial killer that lives there! He'll gut me in less than a day."
"Billy Buzzy has been inactive for years."
"His last victim was gutted multiple times with a fork and knife. Then her body was cut in half with a fucking chainsaw."
The van engine started rumbling. Ciara started to look out the window staring at her backyard. She suddenly notices a large man in her yard staring at her. She realizes that it's her neighbor Charlie Stokes. Ciara awkardly waves at him with a cringy little smile. He takes his long scarred hand and waves at her with a creepy "Joker" like grin.
"I'd never thought I would miserable leaving that house of misery. Such memories floored the air. But then is was poisoned by misfortune."
"Holy shit! You're Ciara Simone! So was he murdered or suicidal?"
"Excuse me!"
"Yeah, your pops. He so called raped his daughter then kills himself. I don't believe it. You were in that house right before it happened."
"My father is a monster that I never speak of. My sister is with the angels. And he's rotting in hell right next to you."
"Watch your tone!"
"You act like your doing your job. You're just trying to trap me like a mental patient. Or maybe try talking me into taking my panties off. You wanna touch me?"
The bus driver stops the truck and turns his around to Ciara. He locks the door. He eventually comes out of his seat and goes on his knees towards Ciara. He responds with "Yeah." He takes his hands and rubs her panties up and down. Rubbing his fingers against her clit like vaseline. He rips her panties off and holds her tightly on the floor. He pulls his pants off and rests it beside Ciara's head.
He takes his dick and aggressively shoves it in and out of her like dip. Pounding and pounding, minutes later Ciara swollows up her tears. He grabs Ciara's face squeezing her tight cheek bones and asks her "You like this?"
"Not really, but neither will you!" Ciara yanks his pants and grabs the pocket knife. She takes the pocket knife and stabs his eyes. She then eventually stabs his heart.
She grabs the second pocket knife from his shirt. She hops on top of his fat stomach. She manages to find a Sharpie marker and marks around his eyes. She takes the knife and drags it across the lines. Blood splatting around the small vehicle walls. She takes out his eyeballs and wraps it around with a string. She takes the eyeball attached string and wraps it around his testicles.
"Like what you see now. You finally got balls."