Some part of me was relived to know the truth. Relived that mother left as a repercussion of the supine , not because she hated her life with us. However relieved by that I was, a huge wave of fear washed over me as I got ready for my date with Charles. For three days after speaking with Mrs. Frankel I would not leave bed. My body froze out of shock? Fear maybe? I let the emptiness fill me this time not even bothering to eat the scraps that remained in the kitchen. I finally dragged myself out of bed as the Monday morning sun grazed my windowsill shining its light over my musty body.
The tattoos were healed yet the faint green sheen could be seen under my pale freckled skin, i would have to wear long sleeves to cover them. I still had no idea what language they were in and Mrs. Frankel was little help. I dug around in the newley discovered drawer of mothers dresses to find a suitable option. I picked up a sheer blue gown with ruffle sleeves and a low neckline. I threw it across the room, how inappropriate Charles would say. I saw a red gown in the back corner tucked behind rows of stockings. The red was exquisite. I marveled for a second how it matched my hair perfectly and had a high neckline. I slipped it over head and it was long but graced the floor just slightly. The fabrics was silk and hugged my body in a flattering way without showing much skin. I slipped on shoes and managed to comb my hair in a tight bun before racing out the door the two silver strands hanging in loose tendrils.
It didn't take long for Charles to whisk me out of the open market past his families stand and straight into his house. Some part of me began to be annoyed as he undressed , him quickly stripping off his pants while I sat watching. Why was he in such a rush? I wanted to talk to someone about all of this shit. If he loved me he could help right? He would understand if I could just explain. Once we were done I could vent a bit .We could have a nice talk and maybe take a bath together, I'm sure he will be understanding, he'll help me.
He looked me up and down as I undid my dress and stood before him in just my corset. It was red lace to match the dress. I was also wearing a matching garter that held up my stockings. Another discovery of mothers that surprisingly fit like a glove. My boobs popped out a bit but it made my waist small at least
"Sorry the dress is just so tight" I lied I didn't want to sweat in the beautiful fabric.
He chuckled " Yeah I could see that, you might wanna let it out some."
He embraced me grabbing a fist full of my ass and we fell back onto the bed. Grabbing my panties down and swooping my lower half towards him He entered me and I hooked my legs to grab onto his waist, to bring his length as close as it could reach. We never did it facing each other and I realized his eyes were closed as he thrust into me. Did he even realize I was here? Not getting enough from him I reached my fingers down when he thrust out of me without thinking and started to touch myself as he continued. I had never had done this before with him but I was so stressed I needed to relax .I moaned from my own release, and he stopped cold in his tracks, his eyes flared open in rage or maybe surprise ?
"What the Fuck are your doing?" He withdrew from me towering above, waiting
"W-what do you mean?" instinctively I started to cover my chest with my hands suddenly cold from his withdrawal.
"With your fucking fingers, am I not enough for you now? since when do you make any fucking noise? you usually lie there stiff as a board!"
"No no baby, I just though it would be fun I guess"
"Well you look like a fucking whore doing that, like a girl I could get a laugh and a good fuck outa only for a hot meal"
He went soft then and I backed up on the bed so I was sitting up facing him and something built inside me. I was warm everywhere and not from release. I sat in my underthings pleasing myself to save him the hassle and now I'm a whore? I had never been this angry, how fucking dare he. Something snapped inside me and I was done holding back myself, trying to pretend.
"WHO the fuck do you think your talking to like that?"
He backed up in surprise, in all fairness I was surprised as the words left my mouth. I've never spoke so brash to anyone, let alone Charles.
He quickly got his bearings back and smiled a cocky grin, looking me up and down.
"Looks like I'm talking to the whore who lets me fuck her twice a week then leaves. O wait, whores are paid. I guess you do it for free Sweetheart"
That's when I lost it.
"The whore who fucks you? Last time I checked buddy we were ENGAGED and fucking is not what I would call this sweetheart, no that would require a cock bigger than my thumb and one that stayed hard for more than 2 minutes-"
I barley got the last word out before Charles punched me square in the face, he collided with my nose and right eye and I heard a sickening crunch from my nose as blood started pouring out. I crumpled putting my head between my knees and began to sob as he towered over me-laughing
"As if any guy could stay hard staring at your ugly ass, why you think I hit it from the back baby?"
He reached down gripping my chin and thrusted my face towards him pulling my whole body upright. I looked at him face on. as the blood dripped down my nose.
"And Fiancé? how dumb can you be? Ever wonder why I never introduced you to my family? You were good for a fuck but never more than that."
Rage. Pure Rage flowed through my veins like liquid energy. Charlie's flinched and let go of me as the blood from my broken nose started to flow past my chin, across my chest and raced to my arms like veins on the outside of my skin. The blood continually flowed and coiled around the tattoos on either arm and they began to glow with a intensity 10 fold that a few nights ago.
I let my body take over in this moment. Let the rage flow for the first time in years rather than stuffing it down deep inside me. Whatever ability I had seemed to be in control because as Charles began to run for the door I snapped my neck in a way that should of broken it and the door burst into white hot blue flames. The flames stayed in the doorway, not spreading or damaging the wood beneath. My powers were clearly in the drivers seat.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?!?"
He was yelling. Over and over again. There was a loud buzzing in the room,.... Coming from the tattoos. Liked a thousand bees were being burned.
And then
I was the one who started laughing
Hysterically, manically laughing so hard I started crying as I saw that bitch piss himself in front of me, still butt ass naked. He was absolutely terrified and I relished in it as my eye and nose were throbbing in pain.
"Tell me " I said in a voice amplified by the buzzing, much louder than any yelling I could normally muster .
He was shaking violently now on the floor in a pile of his own piss
"Wwww-hat"
"Tell me how big of a man you are darling".