I've created a monster!!!!!

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Delmar: Mya baby! OOOOooo! I can wait to taste you girl. I had to perfect my skills on some other women, but I’m sure you will be pleased. Touch mi hood babes. Mi cocky stiff doan? *Delmar places Mya’s submissive hand in his lap to touch him. He runs his hand through her silky hair over and over again, while he dry humps the lifeless hand in his lap.*

Delmar: Ow yuh gwaan shy? Squeeze ie puttus…squeeze hup de cocky.

Mya gains consciousness again. This time, she remembers the horrible scene in the locked carport. She is careful not to make much noise, or draw attention to her awakened state.

Mya: MY God! He has truly lost his mind. Father, I know I don’t pray often…but I need you now. Please don’t let him rape me or hurt my unborn child. Please give me the strength, endurance and wisdom to find a way out of this. Please God. Amen

Mya is repulsed and sickened by the things Tran is doing to her hand. It takes all of her self restraint not to claw at his naked d**k with her nails. Instead, she wills her hand to go limp like a noodle. Delmar continues to rub her hand up and down his shaft inside his pants. He squeezes her fingers around him so tightly that it felt as if her fingers would all break from the pressure of his hand.

Delmar soon grows tired of pleasuring himself. He starts humming to himself. None of the tunes make any sense because he is stringing different songs and genres together to suit his ever changing moods.

Delmar: Mya, I forgive you for being with my brother. We have fooled a lot of women into sleeping with us. You didn’t really know me long enough to be able to tell my work from his, so it’s okay. I’m just happy we are together now. I hope our friends and guests aren’t too upset that we didn’t make it to the reception. I’m sorry baby. Were you really looking forward to going? I know you wanted to cut the cake and drink champagne, but I’ll make it up to you. I promise. Hearth Hangel, we are almost there. Wake up puttus! Look at the beautiful scenery. Portmore is the most beautiful area of Jamaica in my opinion. Do you like it? Come on Mya! WAKE THE HELL UP MI LIKKLE BIT**!!!

Delmar getting on my nerves w/his mad man ways.....he's another Ian....sick basta*d

Jawi.....thank you for the morning read...you have surely set me in a good mood this morning.

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Mya: Oh hell no! I got your bit**! Don’t get it twisted! I will whip you’re a** up in this piece! Travis please come after me. Okay, Mya get your head together girl. Play the game. You have got to figure out how to get the gun from him.

Mya begins stirring again. She moans louder than required. Then she touches her head gingerly.

Mya: Ow. Tra-Tran baby. Where are we? Why are you driving so fast? Slow down baby. Let’s enjoy our day. I’m so glad you didn’t give up on us Delmar. But-but, you really hurt me Delmar. Why did you hit me? Why did you pull a gun on me? On-on our-our wedding day?

Delmar: Oohh Baby girl. You’re up. Did you sleep well? You are beautiful Mya, my beautiful Hearth Hangel. I’m sorry I got a little rough with you. My brother put obeah pon yuh. So, I had to take drastic measures to get you back. You belong with me. Your heart is with me. Did you miss me baby?

Mya: Uh-yeah. I missed you. Wh-what is obe yah? Where are we going?

Delmar: Ha-ha! Puttus! Obeah is witchcraft, voodoo. Rastas love using obeah to control oomens minds. We are heading to Portmore, Boston Bay actually. Are you hungry? When we get there, I will stop to let you taste some of the best jerk pork you will ever taste in your life. You need to freshen up a little. Yeyewata mash hup yuh make-up. Mya, I’m really hot. I need you right now. How about pleasing your husband a little? I mean…I waited for our wedding night.

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Mya: Huh? Oh no! I mean…I mean. Sh**! You know I can’t manage certain things since I’m carrying your child. I’m really hungry baby. If I don’t eat, I’m going to get sick again. You don’t want me to gag and throw up all over you. Don’t rush things now Tran. We have all night. It will be just like our first time in the restroom at the airport. Baby, I need to call Toya so she won’t be worried about us not showing up for the reception.

Delmar: Yeah…I don’t think I would be very happy to see vomit on my cocky. Ha-ha. I’m going to feed you soon. Then, I will feed the baby too. How’s Daddy’s munchkin? Rude bwoy pickney juss like im faada mash hup mummie rass. My favorite moment with you was the airport restroom, the park bench…ooooo yeah the park bench. Oh yeah, and the beach. I think I fell in love with you that night on the park bench when you quint hup de pums pon mi, pull mi locs and bite mi hup. Bwoy real yeyewata run frum mi yeye dem. Baby, I can’t let you call Toya. You know that baby.

Mya: Why honey? I don’t we should make her worry for no reason. I can tell her not to tell anyone our secret. Come on baby. Then I can really relax and enjoy please my baby.

Delmar: I’m weak for you Hearth Hangel. I hear your voice in my dreams. You can call her, I will speak to her first, to make sure you aren’t slipping under his spell again. Then, you can tell her. Don’t make me get rough again.

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what a twist..........

Mya girl use you head....play the game fi real.I only hoope he really allows her to call Toya

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Frowzy: Yo Rasta! Yuh gyal move har harm dem. Har nuh ded. Look, har just move har headtop! Bumbo!

Tradee: Jah! Mi ere baby…mi ere. Mya just focus on our love. We have to get her away from him. Mi ago lick im rass! Whaa appen tuh mi brodda?

Fitz: Rasta, maybe yuh should call im. Find hout whaa im chat bout. Try fe figure im mood and ow im stay.

Tradee: EEhhnnn. Mi might mad im ead, mek im do sumting tuh mash har hup. Too risky.

Frowzy: Let mi do ie. Mi can tell im dat Chantelle look har mummie car. Nuh man…we can get Chantelle fe call imp on tree-way.

Tradee: Nuh sar. Mi brodda nuh eediat. Im ead gwaan mad…but im nuh rass eediat. Come on Mya babes…chat im hup…mek im stop somewhere. Jah knoa mi cyan manage dis.

The ringing phone startles all three of the men. They all look at Fitz’s phone, then back at each other.

Fitz: Hey babes. Mi driving right now. Baby, we found them. Mya is okay, but we are following them now. Yeah…yeah Delmar managed to get her at the wedding. I will call you with more detail. I love you too. I’ll be careful. Are you okay Toya? No..no…no police okay. Street justice we ah deal wid. He’s not doing too well. Yeah he just wants his woman back. We’ll get her back safely.

Tradee: Yo mi yout…dem pull hoff de road! Fitz ova yereso!

Fitz: Zeen. Toya likkle more babes. *Hangs up the cell phone* Awhoa!! Tran just got out of the car with Mya. Im stop fe food? Rasta yuh call.

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Tradee: Frowzy mi yout. Walk hup next tuh dem zeen. Delmar nuh knoa yuh. Try fe tell Mya mi dere yere.

Frowzy jumps out of the car. He walks up behind Delmar and Mya. Mya glances over her shoulder, and almost faints from joy. She shakes her head no, and her eyes plead for him to move back.

Delmar: What’s wrong girl? You aren’t going to sleep on me again are you? Come on baby.

Mya: Honey, I’m sorry. My head still hurts a little. I stumbled from the pain. I’m just trying to clear my head. Delmar, I have to use the restroom. I think the smells are getting to me. Can you get me some chicken and bread? I don’t think I can handle the pork.

Delmar: I’ll go with you. Nah, maybe not. I don’t want the vomit to ruin my appetite. Besides, it’s just you and me now. Give me a kiss Hearth Hangel.

Mya looks up at him, and she offers a small peck on Delmar’s once smooth and baby-soft lips. The roughness of his lips startles her. Delmar palms her a** crudely, and literally inhales her lips. He shoves his tongue deep into the recesses of her mouth. Mya can feel the bile rising, and threatening to spill forth. She wants to do nothing more than vomit all over him. Instead she pulls away from his hungry kiss, and asks someone for the restroom. A gentleman too busy to look at her, hands her a key on a heavy wooden chain and points in the direction of the small restroom. Mya kisses Delmar’s neck to reassure him, then walks quickly toward the restroom. As soon as she gets to the restroom stall, Fitz grabs her. Fitz and Tradee tell her to get in the car and lie on the floor out of sight.

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NOW !!! OONUH GO OVA DERE GO BEAT HIM RASS!! dyam mad eediat bwoy ..

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Frowzy: Yo bredrin! Whaa gwaan? Beg yuh a smalls man. I man nuh nyam frum mawnin.

Delmar: Whaa gwaan mi yout? Mi dere yere bredrin. Times hard inna de ghetto mi yout. Whaa yuh wan fe nyam?

Frowzy: Respect mi yout…mi nyam fish ar fowl. Nuh pork pass mi mout lips!

Delmar: Dread! Wan steam fish bredrin! Walk good mi yout. Likkle more.

Delmar begins walking toward the restroom with his and Mya’s food. He looks up, and notices that the key is on the ground and the stall is still padlocked. Delmar looks around and spots Fitz and Tradee walking toward him. His first reaction was to run, but he remembers the gun. Delmar drops the food, and grabs the gun. Before he can aim the gun at his target, Frowzy rushes him from behind. The gun goes off into the air. BANG! The crowd begins screaming and running.

Frowzy and Delmar tussle on the ground, both trying to take possession of the gun. The gun goes off again, BANG! and blood pours on the concrete. Delmar drops the gun, stunned because he has never wounded another person, less known taken a life. Mya screams, and covers her mouth in horror at the scene unfolding outside the safety of the car.

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BLOODCLAAT ..him kill Frowzy....lawd !! mi head

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Wooo mi suh glad dem git tuh MYA Tings nuh be suh good fe Delmar cause 'im bout tuh git de BLOODC**T dawg Boo Boo outta 'im Rass :yes:Han ie serve 'im right wit 'im dutty kidnapping, hand raping, lyaid, mad self!! Go nuh bwoys beat 'im dung!!

[Sonshyne 2]

BLOODCLAAT ..him kill Frowzy....lawd !! mi head

De gun go hoff twice!! Oh lawd mi hope 'im nuh shoot Tran tuh!! Lawd mi belly nuh feel good bout dis 'ere atall

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BLOODCLAAT ..him kill Frowzy....lawd !! mi head

No wey Jawi loves Fitz...besides she would neva do us dat wey

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brownie not Fitz Frowzy 'im bredda

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Frowzy: Yo bredrin! Whaa gwaan? Beg yuh a smalls man. I man nuh nyam frum mawnin.

Delmar: Whaa gwaan mi yout? Mi dere yere bredrin. Times hard inna de ghetto mi yout. Whaa yuh wan fe nyam?

Frowzy: Respect mi yout…mi nyam fish ar fowl. Nuh pork pass mi mout lips!

Delmar: Dread! Wan steam fish bredrin! Walk good mi yout. Likkle more.

Delmar begins walking toward the restroom with his and Mya’s food. He looks up, and notices that the key is on the ground and the stall is still padlocked. Delmar looks around and spots Fitz and Tradee walking toward him. His first reaction was to run, but he remembers the gun. Delmar drops the food, and grabs the gun. Before he can aim the gun at his target, Frowzy rushes him from behind. The gun goes off into the air. BANG! The crowd begins screaming and running.

Frowzy and Delmar tussle on the ground, both trying to take possession of the gun. The gun goes off again, BANG! and blood pours on the concrete. Delmar drops the gun, stunned because he has never wounded another person, less known taken a life. Mya screams, and covers her mouth in horror at the scene unfolding outside the safety of the car.

On noooooooooo, him can't kill Frowzyyyyyyyyyy..........like yeye wata drop from mi eyes, I am really into this.........

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Frowzy: Yo bredrin! Whaa gwaan? Beg yuh a smalls man. I man nuh nyam frum mawnin.

Delmar: Whaa gwaan mi yout? Mi dere yere bredrin. Times hard inna de ghetto mi yout. Whaa yuh wan fe nyam?

Frowzy: Respect mi yout…mi nyam fish ar fowl. Nuh pork pass mi mout lips!

Delmar: Dread! Wan steam fish bredrin! Walk good mi yout. Likkle more.

Delmar begins walking toward the restroom with his and Mya’s food. He looks up, and notices that the key is on the ground and the stall is still padlocked. Delmar looks around and spots Fitz and Tradee walking toward him. His first reaction was to run, but he remembers the gun. Delmar drops the food, and grabs the gun. Before he can aim the gun at his target, Frowzy rushes him from behind. The gun goes off into the air. BANG! The crowd begins screaming and running.

Frowzy and Delmar tussle on the ground, both trying to take possession of the gun. The gun goes off again, BANG! and blood pours on the concrete. Delmar drops the gun, stunned because he has never wounded another person, less known taken a life. Mya screams, and covers her mouth in horror at the scene unfolding outside the safety of the car.

RASSCLAAT.....PLEASE DON'T TELL ME THAT FRITZ OR TRAVIS GET SHOT.....PLEASE DON'T

MORE MORE MORE MORE.......PRETTY PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!