Excerpt: Sweet Revenge by Jessica Tilles

 

Chapter 1

Sweat glistened Ramone’s bruised naked body. With his wrists and ankles secured to the four-poster bed, Raven drilled into his asshole vigorously and frequently. The strap-on dildo had become an extension of her. The role of dominatrix took her higher than a Philly blunt bursting at the seam with marijuana laced with crack.

A wicked grin crossed her lips as she hung up the phone. “Good boy,” she said, patting Ramone on the top of his head like a raggedy ass dog. “Now, while we are waiting for your whorish ass wife, who likes to pick up married men in bars, I’m going to take a shower. The smell of you makes me want to puke,” she spewed, her venom more poisonous than a snake.

“Ray, aren’t you going to untie me?”

Raven looked over her shoulder and smirked. “Do I look like a fucking fool to you?”

“Please, Ray, I’m in so much pain.”

“Good!”

“Please, Ray.”

She faced him and leaned against the wall with her arms folded across her chest. “Ramone, I don’t give a rat’s ass if you’re in pain.”

For an instant, Ramone became enraged. “You crazy bitch, I was good to you! Why are you doing this?”

She strolled toward the satchel bag sitting next to the nightstand. Reaching inside the satchel, she retrieved the .22-caliber from its holster.

Ramone’s eyes widened and flooded with fear and tears.

She squatted down before him. “Ramone, did you really think you could get away with lying to me?”

“Oh God, please don’t kill me,” he cried. “I was wrong for not telling you about Reneč, but I didn’t think it would’ve made a difference. You said you only wanted the dick and nothing more,” he sobbed.

“Ramone, you hurt me. I gave myself to you for three years. You did things to me I would’ve never allowed anyone to do to me. You brought another man into my home to fuck me while you watched.”

“But I thought it was what you wanted?”

“Yes, and thanks to you, I’m with Chas now.”

“Fuck Chas.”

She waved her index finger in his face, in a ‘shame-on-you’ fashion. “Ooh, that’s not very nice of you, Ramone.”

“Man, why did he have to go and tap my pussy?”

“You’re the one who led the horse to the water. He simply took a drink.”

“He will never be me,” he snarled, his body heaving with anger.

“You’re right once again. Chas will never be like you because he has what you don’t.”

“Yeah, and what’s that?”

“Me.” She smiled as her eyes roamed his body, finally meeting his glare without flinching.
Raven loved sexing Ramone more than eating. He did things to her that made her lose her mind. However, he had to mess it up by not telling her he was married. As far as she was concerned, Ramone was no different than Jay, the no-good bastard who jilted her at the altar.

“Bitch, you are old news. Yeah, I had my way with you. I fucked you when and where I wanted. You're the dumb bitch for allowing me to do it to your ass.”

Raven’s brow raised in anger. “I suggest you shut the fuck up,” she spoke between clinched teeth. His words had gotten her hotter than hell and her trigger finger had started to itch.
He ignored her word of caution and continued taunting her. “Yeah, I did what the fuck I wanted to do to you,” he cackled. “Remember the time you got on your knees and sucked my dick in a pissy ass alley in Anacostia?”

Raven grimaced at the thought. She remembered all too well. It was during a time when she ate, slept, and shitted Ramone. Everything he asked of her, she accommodated.

“Uh huh, and since we’re going back down memory lane, remember the time I took you over to my boy’s crib and the fellas ran a train on your freak nasty ass?” His laughter was uncontrollable, reminiscent of the Joker from Batman & Robin.

She slowly stood up. Her chest heaved with each deep breath she took. She felt her pressure rising. Sweat began to bead on her forehead. “Yes, I remember,” she whispered as she hovered over him. She forced a smile. “Those were the good old days.”

“I fucked your ass royally and you loved it. The only difference between you and those tricks on 14th and U Streets is you do it for free, you dumb bitch!” He spat in her face, leaving her with the burning desire to end his life. “Chas can have your used up ass. Your shit’s been stretched so wide, it’s like the fucking black hole.” He laughed hysterically in her face. “You used to be tight. Now my dick gets lost up in ya!” He hollered with laughter to the top of his lungs. He lowered his head and raised his brow. His eyeballs rolled up toward the ceiling, almost rolling to the back of his head, showing only the whites of his eyes. “You better kill me, girl,” he snarled. “If you let me loose, I will kill you for sure.”

Ramone’s words stung deep and the blood running through her veins was at its boiling point. Her hands shook and her knees weakened. She felt like she was on shaky ground. She felt queasy and her breathing turned into short pants. Nevertheless, she maintained her cool.

“Anything else you need to get off your chest, baby?” she asked, reaching for the pillow lying beside Ramone’s bruised head.

With uncontrollable laughter, barely getting his words out, he said, “Yeah, does Arthur know you and Morgan be swapping pussy juices? If you can get nasty with that Marcy chick, I know you wouldn’t have a problem doing your sister.” Ramone went for the jugular and attacked the one person in her life who meant the world to her. He demeaned her sister in one breath. There was no way in hell she was going to let him get away with it. She ignored the Marcy comment. She knew he had probably heard it from Chas.

Raven held the pillow close to her chest and Ramone knew his fate as he pleaded to have his life spared. “Look, man, don’t do this. I have two kids, Raven. They can’t be without their daddy.”

Raven tilted her head back and released a deep sigh. “They were without their daddy every night you spent in my bed.”

“Please don’t do this!” he hollered as loud as he could, in hopes that someone would hear him. “Oh God, please, Raven!! Oh God, I am so sorry. I was wrong. I promise I won’t do anything to you and I will leave you be if you’ll let me live, please. I’m begging you, Ray!” Panic like he’d never known welled in his throat, causing him to choke.

Raven was unnerved by Ramone’s plead for his life. She placed the pillow over his head, smothering his cries. She wrapped her hands around the gun and lowered it into the pillow, pressing it against the back of his head. She bit down hard on her lower lip and closed her eyes.

BANG!

Ramone’s body jolted and then went limp from the muffled gunshot to the back of the head. Blood splattered against the headboard. The white cotton sheets became the canvas for Raven’s handiwork, a collage of red spots, streaks, and brain matter.

“Look at what you made me do,” she said to the bloodstained pillow. Her voice was emotionless. “I told you to stop running your mouth.”

In the blink of an eye, Ramone was face-to-face with his maker.

Raven wanted to call Morgan, but her sister’s words played over and over in her head, haunting her. “Ray, it is time for you to stand up and take responsibility for your own actions,” Morgan had scolded when she was at her wits end with Raven’s behavior. “I don’t care how you do it, but you need to do it and do it without me. You don’t think about anyone but yourself.”

“Stop, stop, stop!” she yelled, her palms plastered to her ears. “Leave me alone!”
Feeling about ready for a straightjacket, Raven took several deep breaths and gathered her composure. She needed to clean the place up. What was she going to do with the body? Her eyes frantically cased the room.

She darted to the bathroom, grabbed a towel, and dampened it with hot, soapy water. She wiped down everything she touched, from the bed, to the nightstand, to the doorknobs. She gathered her belongings and ran around the room frantically, like Ms. Celie trying to get away from Mister in The Color Purple.

She came to an abrupt halt. She stood beside the bed and grabbed hold of the sheet. Abracadabra! She pulled the bloodied sheet from beneath Ramone’s body and shoved it into her satchel. She focused on the comforter. Where in the hell was she going to put it? It was too big for her satchel.

Her attention turned toward the cubbyhole with hangers. She bolted for the cubbyhole and snatched the plastic laundry bag that hung from the wooden hanger. She neatly folded the comforter, shoved it inside the plastic bag, and pulled tightly on the drawstring. It wasn’t a perfect fit, but it would have to do.

She stood in the middle of the room, looked around, and confirmed she had cleaned every surface. However, she still felt she had missed something. Then it dawned on her. She had touched Ramone’s clothes. She snatched his clothes from the tattered burnt orange-colored chair, jammed them into her satchel, and forced the zipper to zip. The satchel was filled to capacity.

As she proceeded to the door, a knock stopped her in her tracks.