“Lo, please!” she pleaded, pressing her palms together. “I’m really sorry.”
Ignoring her, he stalked toward Dough and ripped the duct tape from his mouth.
“You bitch-ass nigga! I swear on my life, I’ma make sure I murk yo’ punk-ass for even trying me. Get me out of this bullshit!” Dough yelled.
Lo peered at Bria. “How long you think it will take before his arms pop out the socket?”
“Huh?” she asked confused.
Lo kicked the bucket Dough had been standing on. His body hung while his arms stretched awkwardly, making Bria wince before covering her eyes.
“Aaarrrggghhhh!” Dough yelled. “Shit!”
Lo’s heavy footsteps thundered throughout the room. Bria’s hands were suddenly snatched away from her face.
“You don't get to cover your eyes. Look at the fucking mess you made. Stand on your shit, Bria.”
“I can’t watch this!” she screamed.
“Oh, you can’t take it? You don't like seeing your boyfriend be tortured?” he sneered, squeezing her chin. “Well, guess what I had to watch? I had to watch this man walk you out of a hotel and kiss you on the lips. So, if I gotta watch that, then you gon’ watch this.”
Bria whimpered as Lo stormed over to the table. There were an array of weapons laid out as if he was getting ready to perform surgery. Clutching her chest, Bria prayed she wouldn’t be forced to witness a murder. Lo had turned out to be more than a basket case. He was a certified psychopath. Insanity was something she didn’t know was a part of his character. What had she gotten herself into? Would anyone be able to save her from this man who had a long cord in his hand?
“Bria, you really let me down.” Lo began wrapping the end of the wired cord around his left hand. “I don’t understand how you were moving like you don’t know you married to a fucking king.”
A chill vibrated through her trembling frame. She watched him with a keen eye as he strolled over to Dough. Lo looked so comfortable in this position as if he had done this a million times. His fierce eyes pierced Bria before he swung his arm and struck Dough across his back.
“Fuck!” he yelled in agony.
Bria covered her mouth, stifling the scream that begged to be released. Lo swung again, striking him so hard, a trail of blood splattered across the cemented floor.
“You wanna know why I ain't touched you, Bri-Bri?” Lo snorted. “Because you're a liar. You told me you were a virgin, knowing your pussy been broke in. And you wanna know how I found out? Your man here been bragging about beating youdown. Ain’t that some shit. So, this the nigga that took what was mine?”
Bria’s eyes ballooned, mortified that Dough had been telling everyone about him being her first sexual partner. He hit Dough again, drawing a loud yell that sounded as if it came from Dough’s gut. She almost felt horrible for him until she realized he had been running his mouth.
“Answer me!” Lo bellowed, startling her.
“Yeah, nigga I got that pussy first! You mad!” Dough managed to say between his heavy pants. “Go cry about it, bitch!”
Lo peered at him and angled his head. What proceeded next was something Bria wished she could erase from her psyche. Lo whipped Dough, relentlessly, drawing blood from so many cuts, Bria knew his body would be marred by scars.
“Shhiittttt!” Dough shouted.
Bria gawked when she realized his arm had popped out of the socket. All the bucking he’d done while Lo whipped him with the cord, prompted his arm to dislodge from his shoulder. Bria gagged at the sight, doubling over as she anticipated her own vomit. Heavy footsteps resounded through the room, until she felt her head being forcefully lifted.
“Ain't no getting sick, ain't no acting like you can’t stomach this shit. This is all on you. You made me do this,” Lo gritted in her ear.
When a man said, ‘you made me do this’, that was a sign he was nuts. Lo was exactly who people painted him to be. Demented and unstable. She should’ve known better than to put herself in this position.
Standing behind her, Lo held her head up by gripping her chin. His hand was shaped in a U as she whimpered like a baby. Dough looked as if he was on the verge of fainting. Blooddripped from his cuts as his head tipped backwards. He was in pure agony while Bria was stuck in a mental one.
“Let’s play a game called tell the truth. I ask you a question and you be honest.” Lo snorted before spitting on the ground. “What did y’all do last night?”
Bria shook her head. Not because she was in severe distress, but she didn’t want to tell Lo that Dough had feasted on her like Sunday dinner.
“Go ‘head, Bri-Bri, tell your husband what I want to hear.”
His tone was so sinister it caused her heart to jump several beats.
