With her arms shielding her face, her knees touching her forehead, Dallas began raining tears. She was petrified. She wasn't sure if he'd kill her, so when she heard the door open, she finally looked up. Kasim had stormed out, and one of the guards had stepped into the room.
"Ma'am, let's go." The guard motioned for Dallas to follow.
Hesitantly, she stood to her feet but was too afraid to move.
Kasim stormed into his chambers and began pacing the floor. He began chanting to himself because right now he saw red. No one talked to him in such a disrespectful manner. Even Kasim's father knew when to back down—along with his siblings. Kasim was a force to be reckoned with. He feared words because disrespect left unrepairable scars. He would kill a mothafucka with his bare hands but words cut deep.
When Dallas walked inside, Kasim tried hard to ignore her. He secretly watched her as she walked by, and instantly, he felt like shit. He hated hearing and seeing her cry, but she had to understand to watch her mouth.
What killed him most was her dainty nature; from the gullibility to her innocence, it attracted him to her. He hadn't known shorty more than forty-eight hours and already had a soft spot for her. He could tell she would be a handful, so as stated, he wished like hell time would hurry and fly. If he could, he would release her himself, but then the hopes of wanting to be wanted triggered him.
"I'm sorry." Dallas stopped. She looked at him as he continued to ignore her.
When Kasim didn't reply, she walked off and went to the place that had become sacred to her. She was still adjusting, but because she knew she couldn't get away, she was adapting to living in a damn dungeon for seven days.
Kasim took a seat on his bed and began pondering. He laid back on his feathered pillow and closed his eyes to give himself time to meditate. He wanted so badly to put her in her place then apologize, but he didn't know how to approach the situation. Kasim had never been in love, so he never had to take a girl's feelings into consideration. He couldn't shake thethoughtsof her pathetic eyes. He didn't know the first thing about being sympathetic, therefore, apologizing was a hard pill to swallow.
He stared up at the cracked ceiling, his mind consumed by Dallas in the next room. Her name was whispered in his thoughts like a curse. Forgiveness was a luxury he couldn't afford. As he lay there, his chest felt heavy, like a weight was crushing him. He didn't know how to let go of anger so easily and it was frustrating.
Trying hard to fall asleep, Kasim tossed and turned until he jumped to his feet. He tensed up, his heart raced, he needed to get to her . . . but what? He didn't have the words. He didn't have the heart. All he had was darkness, anger, and silence. He’s lived in darkness for years, but now she was here, disturbing his peace.
"Next time watch your mouth. No one talks to me in such a manner. I don't like the wordbitch, and I hate the wordweird. I'm not like everyone here. I live what you callweirdbecause of my circumstances."
Dallas finally looked up apologetic.
"I didn't mean to offend you. Maybe I chose the wrong words, but I mean come on, my nigga, shit is very abnormal round these parts. I'm supposed to be here to collect my money, but instead I get locked away for seven days with a complete stranger. Everyone walks around like shit cool and it's not. This is kidnapping, Kasim." She finally spoke his name, taking him by surprise.
"You're a prisoner of your own desires, Dallas." He matched her energy, and she was just as stunned.
"And what is that supposed to mean?"
"It means that if you let me fuck you, you get to go home." Kasim titled his head, and this was exactly what Dallas meant about abnormal.
Her face frowned. He was serious. It sounded harsh, but for the first time, Kasim wanted to get personal with someone. He never had any interest in the contestant winners, even the undeniably beautiful ones. There was just something about Dallas that drew him in.
"And if I don't, what will you do? Rape me?"
"The fuck you mean, rape you? One thing I don't gotta do is take no pussy. Especially from someone like you." Kasim turned on his heels and walked out of the room.
Once again, she offended him. Did he look like the type that had to take pussy? Did he give off “rapist?”
"What's that supposed to mean?" She ran behind him now offended.
"It means that you ain't even my caliber of bitch," he replied because he wanted to strike below the belt just as she had done.
"Don't call me that."
"I'm not calling you a bitch. I'm speaking on my caliber of bitches."
"Whatever." Dallas waved him off a bit jealous. "So is that lady one of your bitches?"
"Hell yeah. One of my regular bitches. You saw how she handled my dick?" Kasim didn't bother cracking a smile or smirk. He was serious.
"She wasn't all that. I've done more."
"Dallas, you can't even take no dick. I'll break yo’ frail ass into two pieces."
Dallas bit into her bottom lip. "I can take dick. Trust me."
