"Ok, Ms. Horn. I apologize for this next question but the police have contacted me."
Experience gazed at her new therapist and the clock sounded so much louder than before. "Can you call me Experience?"
"Why would you like that?" Estelle Whitney pushed up her glasses on her nose. "That is not your name, Darlene."
"My name is Experience. I swear to God, like you niggas is so disrespectful."
"And you do not talk like that. Your closest family member I believe told me that, you are from Michigan?"
"I'm from Texas. She always lying on me…" she rested her cheek on her fist. "What are we doing?"
Estelle clasped her hands together over her desk. "Do you like black men?" she asked.
"No." replied Experience. "I never dated a nigga."
Estelle inhaled, "What does nigga mean to you?"
"It's a word." she stated matter-factly. She crossed her arms over her lap. "Like my nigga be tripping which means my boyfriend. That nigga a fool, that means he not smart."
Estelle nodded. "You taught you that?"
"My nigga."
"Who is your nigga?"
"Aleigha is my nigga." she said.
Estelle sighed, "Why are you in therapy?"
"Because…"
"Why, Darlene?" Darlene gestured towards her arm using her pen. "Have you been biting yourself?"
Experience closed her legs together. Her voice became flirtatious. "When he wants me too."
"Aleigha told you to bite yourself?" Estelle was very soft in tone. Experience nodded.
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She was on her hands and knees. Aleigha pulled the rope gently around her neck. "Come here kitty." he beckoned her.
Experience came to his knees, Aleigha patted his zipper. She unzipped his pants for him and met his bludge. She rubbed him and he grabbed the back of her head, she rubbed her lips and nose on him.
Aleigha smirked and dropped his boxers. He took his length into his hands and tapped his dick on her nose. "Aleigha…" she breathed. She opened her mouth and he guided his black stick, her tongue coating his dick with wetness.
He rubbed the back of her, he fit enough to reach the molars of her teeth. "Bite it." And she did. "Hard." he said and did.
Experience licked her bite mark and blew cool air over it. "Does it hurt baby?"
"Kiss it better."
She went back to licking the tip and slurping on the head of his penis. A warm liquid filled her mouth, she pulled away and gagged.
"Don't you like that baby?" he smiled.
"You pissed in my mouth!" she hollered. "You fucking dumb ass nigg--" A swift hand came in the middle of her words. "Who?" he quirked a brow. "You got me fucked up… where did you get this new body from?"
Experience blinked her eyes, gaining back her consciousness. "You think I wouldn't know!" He black plume formed in his right palm. A stick of weed between his fingers. "Where the fuck you been?" he bit his tongue. "New fucking thought. Why you got condoms and none of them is used?"
Experience couldn't get the taste of urine out her mouth. Aleigha snatched her blue hair and slid his long pinky nail across her throat. "You got some blue nerve. I mean this bitch on charge or something to give you the energy to disrespect me."
"What are you saying! This is the body you gave me!"
He hoisted her up to his teeth and chomped on her throat. She felt her blood leave her. "Tell me why Saint John calling my ass from below the goddamn earth? Bitch, you buying him shit now? What you finna give him for his birthday?"
"Nothing!" She held her throat. "Aleigha, I'm dying!"
"Obayifo!" he flashed his pink eyes. "So wunnim sɛ ɛnsɛ sɛ woka nsa a ɛma wo aduan no ho asɛmmɔne? (Twi)"
Aleigha picked Experience up and threw her across the room. He powered himself for a vicious kick to Experience's stomach. "You finna give that nigga a baby too?" he bent his head back. "Lord seal my grave-- I buried the fucking black bitch for a goddamn reason and you fucking the dead?" he scoffed. Aleigha pulled out his pocket knife, "Bitch, I'm about to give you an abortion."
He got to her level and stabbed Experience in the side of her throat and then targeted her chest. One… Two… Three… five… seven… ten.
He cut her stomach and the spirit released. "Oh wow… you was serving that nigga. He still pink too?"
He rearranged her organs and plucked out the child. "Sorry…" he looked at Experience's corpse. "Chickie."