"Wait, did you think I cared about making her cum? A man needs to cum to create life. Women don't. I only married her for her virginity and to get even with her for you. She's just a slut to the public now. No one would even consider her a woman of substance"
"Ahneeka has always been a prideful girl right from childhood. She deserves every bad thing that happened to her and the more yet to come"
" Of course my love" Stanley said convincingly noticing the slight change in Cassie's mood.
" I slept with her just twice and starved her of sex the other days.
The first day, I spilled my semen on the floor because she wasn't worthy of receiving my cumful and the second time, I made sure to use a condom while ramming the walls of her stinking pussy. She was dry as hell and I only managed to get through to shatter her ego of being a virgin"
" I divorced her for you remember? She can't be compared to you. I only used her the whole while to get revenge for all the times she made you feel unworthy in front of your father" he chirped in and his last sentence appeared to have made her hardened jealous heart soften.
" You know I love you alot Cassie Alcantara. No man or woman, not even the child of a maid would be able to dispute my love for you nor put asunder"
" I know my love. I know everyone loves me more than they do, Ahneeka. My father even said that he did not mind a thousand millionaires having their way with her if that would skyrocket his plummeting stocks"
A chuckle left the room and the two bursted out laughing.
Ahneeka stirred from her sleep. She felt light and a hand gripping her tightly to a shoulder.
She felt her head hurting but that didn't prevent her from identifying the voices she had heard, the voices that had woken her from her forced slumber.
She could recognize the voices. The male and the female. She had spent years with the masculine one, but never got to hear it mutter these misogynistic statements.
"Take me home... please" Her voice came in almost a whisper and she knew the man carrying her hadn't heard her voice of anything but she continued to repeat her words.
There was no harm in trying. No one wants coming to save her nor take her home but if a miracle were to happen and the man carrying her defies orders and takes her away, who was she not to daydream?
"She is ten minutes late. Is this how Oliver wants me to forgive his debt?" A cold voice muttered across the room and sent shivers down Ahneeka's spine.
She needed no telling where she was any more, fully awake with her eyes alert as the man who had been carrying her lowered her onto the floor.
Lawrence walked up to her and cupped her face with his right hand, examining it as if she were a patient awaiting a plastic surgery.
" She has full lips and her nose is pointed. Her eyes bear messages and I know I will get lost several nights staring at them. Tell Oliverez I accept her. She is prettier than the other"
The man bowed and turned to leave with her other men who had finished loading her luggages where they had been directed to.
Cassie's mood immediately changed back in the room where she was and Stanley tried his best uplifting her with praises of how beautiful she was.
" Everyone knows you're the prettiest in your home. The only heir. Would you let mere fake praises of an adopted slum child affect you? Don't compare yourself with second class my love" he has said so diligently to her, Patting her back and her jealousy had seemed to reduce for just a bit.
Ahneeka tried her best not to puke from the remnant of alcohol stench oozing from Lawrence's mouth but she couldn't control the stomach upset she felt and vomited almost on him, her saving grace was that he shifted and thus, the floor took the waste.
Lawrence stood for a few seconds staring at her while processing what had just happened before him.
"Get her the sweepers an the mop, Someone needs to be taught their place in this house" he commanded and in less than a second he had said what he did, a different lady arrived with the materials he had requested for.
It came in the speed of flash and the articulation with which they brought it in told Ahneeka that she needed to behave. She had been transported from the frying pan to the fire and in a household like this, her seeds of rebellion would never be left to germinate.
"Make sure she cleans this mess within the specified time.Et her clean out the children's mess as a compound punishment as well. Anything short of the time, you will receive her punishment with your head"
And she watched him in awe as he walked away while two of his nannies rallied to raise her up for the task she had been commanded which they had been commanded .
"Ma'am please get up. You have less than a minute to clean the mess of your waste and approximately ten to clean out the children's mess"
The children's mess. It rang a bell in her brain.
She cleaned the sleepiness from her eyes and examined her surroundings.
It appeared as if a birthday has taken place at the house because balloons littered the floor.
There were maids all over as well who had gotten themselves ready to clean off the mess before the instruction said only her.
"Ma'am, you need to begin cleaning. Your seconds are ticking" a nanny apprehensively told her but she didn't think her words held any water.
Lawrence Martinelli had children? It was always reported that each of his wife's left with their children, how come he had a child he was throwing a birthday party for?
A whip landed on her back and she whirled in pain, cutting her thoughts short.
She turned to behold Lawrence with a long whip ready to let it descend on her body again.
"I gave you a minute to clean? What more are you waiting for?" He said in between a mouthful of alcohol from the wine bottle he had in his left hand.
Ahneeka swallowed and stood up taking the sweeper and moper than had been brought for her before.
In a house like this, defiance wouldn't help her. She needed to escape and at all costs, she needed to stay strong even though her heart was splitting.
Lawrence stood and watched her begin to clean before he turned to leave.
"I do not want to see even a speck of dust! Not even a speck. A tiny thing as a drop will make you have a welcome party to Martinelli's home. Be good, my beloved wife" he mockingly said before turning to walk away.
Stoping at the entrance of the exit door of the living room, he turned back and commanded.
"Ready her for I will have her tonight "