"What the hell?!" He screamed at me. But I was in too much pain to care. The more I tried to breathe in air, the harder my throat hurt and the harsher the cough that racket my body became. I was too focused on myself so I didn't know when he got up from the floor. I only saw him after he had already reached me.
"Why did you do that?" He bellowed at me angrily. The smell of alcohol was strong on his breath and they invaded my lungs and throat. I could practically taste the smell in my mouth and throat. I became nauseated and my anger also rose. "You were choking me. Who told you to choke me?"
"So what if I choked you? Were you not enjoying it?" He yelled back at me. But this time, I knew to turn my head away from his face just as he opened his mouth. Yet, some of the smell still got into my nose and I felt some spit landing on several parts of my neck that was exposed to him. My skin started feeling like something was crawling on my neck. I was so disgusted and started regretting my decision to have sex with a stranger. I looked at him and all I saw was a lunatic.
At this point, I just wanted him gone immediately. "You have to leave." I spoke out my thoughts. "Please leave?" I repeated, pointing at the door.
"Why should I leave? I am not done with you." He sneered and then belched straight in my face. The first time I smelled his breath I barely managed not to puke but this time around, I couldn't hold it in. I dashed to the toilet and barely made it to the sink before I started vomiting. After emptying everything including my meal into the toilet bowl, I stood up and went into the room again where I found him waiting for me with blazing eyes. "I said you should leave. We are done for the night.!" I yelled at him in anger. But when I looked into his eyes and saw how dark it was, my instincts told me to run. Fear slowly started rising inside me.
"Leave or I will call the in attendance." I tried to stand and fight but I could hear myself quivering. He must have noticed the fear too because he stood up from the bed where he was sitting and started approaching me. I darted my eyes at the door and at him then tried to run out of the room but he was on to me. Just as I was about to grab the door knob, he grabbed my hand and force stopped me. I felt like my hand was about to dislocate as pain shot up from my wrist into the brain, making me scream. "No. Leave me!" I screamed but next thing I know, he had dragged me back into the room and flung me on the bed. "What are you doing?!" I asked as I landed on the not so cozy bed. "Hey!hey! Stop!" was all I could say as he tried to lay over me.
Just as I started struggling with him, regretting not knowing his name so I could call him with it. Regretting, inviting a total stranger into my room in a strange place, regretting not going home, I suddenly heard the door open and somehow, he was lifted off me and flung across the room. He hit the wall and then dropped to the floor where he stayed down, unmoving. My eyes had stayed on him all through and I only looked at the person standing over me after I had stared at the drunk boy for some time, noticing that he didn't move.
"Did you kill him?" I asked, still staring at the boy, willing him to move even just a finger. But he stayed down and still. Too still for my liking.
"You have 5 mins." was all Uncle Liam said. He then turned away from me, picked the boy up and left the room. "What are you going to do to him?!" I shouted for him to hear me just as he closed the door after himself. The speed at which my thought process got swirled around made me feel dizzy. From worrying about getting beat up and raped, I started worrying about being an accomplice to murder. I have every reason to worry. The speed at which the boy was picked up and thrown was fast. Too fast. And lots of people knew that he left the bar with me last night. I gathered my things and rushed after Uncle Liam. As I entered the passage and headed outside, I saw him at the entrance where he dropped the still unconscious boy and kept moving. I hurried up to the body and saw that he was bleeding from the mouth. Both his lips were bursted from the drop and one of his hands was badly bruised. But he was breathing. Relief washed over me. I rushed over to my car but it was locked. Uncle Liam had picked my key on his way out of the room so there was nothing I could do.
Wishing I could drive my own car so I wouldn't have to travel the next one or two hours in a chilly silence, I reluctantly went to his Jeep and got in the back. He started the car and drove out of the village.
The moment we hit the road, Uncle Liam went hard on the petal and the car literally started flying. I wanted to tell him to stop speeding but decided against it. It was better to leave him alone. I relaxed into the seat and quietly opened my bag, retrieved my bullet and inserted it in my throbbing Vijay. I started it on the lowest vibration and then tried to relax as my mind went over the night.
With the bullet working its thing on my inside, I found thinking to be impossible as my body became hot and I reminded myself not to moan. Struggling not to moan had to be the hardest and most draining part of climaxing. I folded my body into a feral position and covered my mouth with my two hands as my body temperature built up and goosebumps covered my skin. My body vibrated and spasmed as an intense orgasm ripped my body apart on the inside. At the peak of it, a moan escaped my mouth. Uncle Liam turned around but didn't say anything. After I calmed down, I found myself breathing as hard as if someone had pounded me. It was the first time I would masturbate and be breathing this hard. I figured it was the effort put into remaining quiet. Right there, I decided to try it out again at home.
I was still thinking about it when all of a sudden, the car was in our compound and I was in Uncle Liam's arms, being carried into the house. I must have fallen asleep, sometime during the journey.
As we approached the main door, I readjusted my head on his shoulder and tried to go back to sleep but then I heard Dad's voice.
"Put her down!" He ordered. Instinctively, I tightened my hold on Uncle Liam's neck, letting him know that I was awake and didn't want to be put down. I closed my eyes and buried my face in the croak of his neck to hide away from Dad.
"She is drunk and out sir." He replied.
I heard Dad snorting but thank goodness, he didn't insist on waking me up. Uncle Liam carried me into the house and the moment we got to my room, he gently laid me on the bed as if I was still a baby and went out immediately. Too tired to wash, I hugged one of my fluffy pillows and kept breathing evenly until I drifted off to lalaland.