"My name is Nyama Junior Gamine Becon."
Samuil rubs the child's head. "He's very imaginative. My last name is Mdomoyangu. Cydney is bad at names so i changed it often. She still calls me Cuddles."
"Cuddles?" The obayifo is really pretty, i just wanna say that. "Samuel Cuddles. She sold herself to me so I pimped her out. I'm about 130." he smiles. "Shikki take care of my son. Cydney called him Gamine. Poor bitch's mind is gone. She says it like Wyane. G'yane. I say it like Jasmine. Gamine. So we settled for something easy and he's name is Nyama and sometimes she calls me Numby so she called him Junior."
"Oh." I blink. "You can call him something. He nicknamed himself Somebody."
Junior comes to my side and hugs my leg. "Thank you." he says. What did they name him? "Now, follow me. You can't leave yet."
"What are you talking about."
Nyama pulls my arm. "Pick a name." he smiles. It's so nasty how he looks like his father. "I'm going to breed you." says Samuil. "I'm going to put a baby in you and Besujia will be a mother."
"You can't breed me."
"Yes I can." his face is so normal i wanna slap him. Make a face bitch! Nyama pulls me again, "I want a sister! Or a twin." he smiles widely. "What are you!" I yell at Sam. "A vampire... i said i was like 130." he starts to grin. "You restless negros are like 20 and shit. Just new born babies. Like the one I'll put in you."
"Are you fucking serious?" I draw lip my up. "Yes. I wanna fuck you." he smiles, his fangs touch his bottom lip. "I'm freaky. I'll separate your legs, push your back-down, put my dick in you, rub against your walls.... just have all the fucking fun I want. I understand that his vampire face is coming through again. "And I love eating pussy." his black tongue slides across his lips. "Meet me downstairs, We're having dinner."
What kind of sick shit is this? I look at my chest and my mind is a terrible thing. What does his tongue feel like? Is it too big? Will it hurt? Will I bleed? "Downstairs, will niggas like me like being descriptive. Rape is actually a hard thing to do."
"Oh shut the fuck up already!"
"COME DOWNSTAIRS!"
Maybe I'm like 68% retarded. This man regularly is a father. Ironically, I like white guys. Maybe cause white skin gets red, and I'm a bloodsucker, but I'm smart as hell. I have to follow and Nyama keeps gripping my pants leg.
Once downstairs in the kitchen, Cydney has a lovely white gown and silver necklace. "Sam, I just got off the phone with social security. And they canceled my doctor's bills. Guess how much I owned?" she scoffs. "410, 355 dollars!" I had breast surgery, they cut my feet off. And you know I had awful feet, you know the one with the corn on the side. And ingrown nails." She holds a cup of tea and grabs the teapot. "Have you ever heard of tongue surgery?"
"No, Cydney." He sits down at the opposite end. "I want that next."
"You can't keep eating shit."
"I know. That's why I switched to drugs, but the hospital won't give them to me. They have Benzos, Fentanyl, and stool softeners." she counts on her fingers. "I also made a pizza. I'm sorry I put shit in the last one. It has cheese, red peppers, onions, corn, and mushrooms."
Well, that isn't bad.
"Where the meat at?" the man questions. "I threw it away. We had chicken, steak, and ham in the fridge. It was next to a bag of my shit. Like I had dog doo-doo in it and a stick. Cause you know I use a shit stick."
He stares blankly at the table. "Why?"
"You don't like shit. It's nasty." she stands up. "I drunk water today."
"Cydney...."
"Nah listen." she waves. "I had water because you know I like root beer and I drink like 10 of them a day. And, I'm gon clean up and throw away the cans on the ground."
"I'm proud of you." he sighs "Did you take a bath today?"
"Yeah!" She claps. "I kept shit between my ass, and you know I couldn't sit down. I found this little acorn down the crack of my ass."
"Did you get rid of it?" he asks.
"I did! Oh and I quit crack." she smiles. "I drink pee now."
I can't leave. I want to punch Nyama for holding my leg. But Daddy is watching. "Brush ya teeth." he closes his eyes. "I did. Guess what? I like pee now, my booty hole disapeared but pee is like 90% water, so it's like 99% healthy."
He rolls his neck back, "Cydney."
"Yes..." she stands on her tiptoes. "Stop." Sam holds his forehead. "Mommy stop eating shit. We haven't found a new body yet."
Cydney places her hands on her hips. "I need one. Cause like shit took the cancer out. Gave me a huge ass. And thick things." She sighs, "I made shit pudding."
Soon a little girl with a split down her head and one eye comes in. "Oh my God, Masika!"
"My baby girl is awake." he smiles. This man is actually a father. "I died." says Masika running to her father. He picks her up and kisses her face. "How did you sleep?"
"I had a dream about a rat." she frowns. "Well, you know the story of the rat king. When a rodent's tail becomes so knotted, coiled, and bent that not even the world's most devoted Boy Scout could unravel it."
"Daddy, where's Tanya?" asks the little girl. "She ran again."
"I'll have to cut off her feet. She'll stay put then."
"Masika. Mama stopped doing boo-boo." Nyama smiles. "She did?"
"For a while.." Sam rolls his eyes. "Her breath stinks."
"Masika come here." she calls her and the child hops off her father's lap to move towards her mother. Cydney placed both hands on the child's shoulder and raised her left hand to smack Masika repeatedly. "Do you understand? You don't talk to your mother like that!" she yells.
I finally get to see Masika break into a flood of tears and her eye is missing. "I am sick. I'm ill. When I was pregnant I had to eat shit! That's why you so fucking ugly!" she smacks her again.
Masika shrieks, covering her face. "Enough." Sam gets up and holds his daughter. "Cydney go rest in the cage."
Masika cries violently. "Don't worry. Mom is on drugs." he pats her back. "I got yo a new body. Don't be sad."
Kill me. "Really?"
"You wanna be a white girl?" says Sam." Pretty blue eyes and a face like Ariel."
"I guess..." she rests her head on her father. Sam eyes me, "I have six kids from Besujia. Masika, Nyama, are twins, and I have a white child, that's Cassidy, and Florence. My oldest son is Jarrah, and Adam is the middle child, and lastly, Edmond." he looks up in thought, "That's seven..."
Besujia claps. "Seven is a lucky number!"
Sam looks at her. "You are retarded. Seven is a bad luck number. The good luck child will come from Nikkia.