CHAPTER VII
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The young woman sat in a dimly lighted room. Almost all the rooms in this basement were dim and dismal, but she alive, and for her children, for the hope of seeing them again, even for a moment, that was enough. What had really gotten into her this past year? Did she not have everything at her fingertips? Could she not go on vacation at any time by herself, or only with the girls or with her family? Had she not been the envy of all the women she knew when he married her? Yes, he wasn't the most honest, nor had he been there in the physical sense as often as she would have liked, but she known exactly what she was getting herself into beforehand.
One night when they were still dating, he took her to Coney Island theme park in Brooklyn where only the bravest souls dared to get on the apparently antediluvian rides. Naturally, the very first ride they boarded, the Ferris Wheel, wound up stalling. Over a hundred feet in the air, Ygritte had begun to panic. He was patient and understanding, not once raising his voice, counseling and comforting her to not move around so much, that the ride would be fixed shortly.
As they would have it (or in this case, not), the Ferris Wheel took two hours to fix and restart. Park officials told everyone on that ride that their rides throughout the park were free for a week. Their names were registered and most of the unwilling victims in that instance returned every day for the rest of the week to enjoy their free rides.
None of them ever got on the Ferris Wheel again.
But she distinctly remembered how, during her panic attack and his subsequent soothing of her fears, he began telling her about himself and his "occupation," of sorts.
(Translated from Spanish.) "I'm not a perfect man, far from it," he had said. "I sell drugs, but it's to provide me and my family with things they normally wouldn't have." He entwined his fingers with hers on the horizontal safety bar. "If you stay by my side and never betray me, I promise to do my best to get you everything you need and almost everything you want. I say 'almost' cuz it's not everything you want that's good for you and it's my job to know what's good for you and what's bad for you."
He had kissed her inner palm, sending chills and goosebumps through her to the tips of her perky and well-rounded nipples. He kissed her softly but the kisses became more ardent, more urgent. The heat in her body that night was extraordinary. As they kissed, she unbuckled his pants and sent her hand into his jeans to remove a clean shaven sausage dick. He had leaned back while she had wrapped her beautiful and thick Dominican lips around his hardening philistine dick. Yeah, he was uncircumcised but he kept clean down there.
Her mouth was warm and encapsulated his cock like a condom. She licked and sucked his shaft until it was grossly engorged, more fat and stout than long. She had great trouble swallowing his whole dick now but she tried, opening her mouth wider and wider until more than half of his phallus was lubricated by her saliva. She continued sucking his dick, hand twirling up and down its bottom half when her mouth moved upwards, which was a trick that women used when they were afraid to suck the whole dick. His pre-ejaculate lubricated his dick even more; Ygritte sucked and gently bit different parts of his length, even focusing just sucking on the head for a few minutes.
He couldn't hold it any longer and come gushed out of him in streams of pearly coconut juice. His stomach and lower scrota shivered as she continued swallowing. She swallowed so much come in that one go that, when they got off the Ferris Wheel and she went to ease herself she wound up vomiting everything she had swallowed.
Pieces of hot dogs and cheeseburgers were regurgitated in a not so pearly pool of phallic liquid. Aside from that event, the night had been magical. Well, that event and the Ferris Wheel getting stuck. And from that time nine years past, she had become a devoted wife, quick to please her husband, making sure the house and clean, taking care of the children's needs - she had been a good wife and a good mother. So what had caused her to lose her senses and cheat on her husband? She hadn't the faintest idea.
Tears began falling again as she thought of all she had risked, and lost, bringing a virtual stranger into her marital home, for God's sakes, fucking that man and being discovered by her husband, of all people. He hadn't told her that he would be back in town after a short business trip upstate. In addition, she had been secretly filmed while fucking Julio and the video had been viewed a couple of million times already.
She had watched as her husband had destroyed a life in front of her. Directly afterwards he had slapped her unconscious but it was what had happened next that was abominable. She had managed to collect the liquid evidence and, as soon as Bolo and Nut had dropped her off at her uncle's place and left, she had told Uncle Victor everything. When the part involving her cousin came up, Uncle Victor crossed himself and patted her shoulder. She had even given him the same scarf which she had used to wipe herself - it was saturated with the rapist's semen.
Uncle Victor still would not let her go. Her story was being told in detail and with more descriptiveness to members of her and her husband's family. Naturally her family was pleading only that her life be spared, no matter the punishment! Uncle Victor made sure she was brought more than enough food and juice and water. But those picking up the food noticed she wasn't eating, her food would be completely untouched. That first day, she would not eat, could not eat. She begged to see her children, all for nothing. No one coming down to drop off water and food spoke one word to her, kind or unkind. Her tears fell unabated as she sat disconsolately. The light was too weak to bathe her in any illumination, but it drowned her softly in somber hued umbras.
