un·der·bel·ly
/ˈəndərˌbelē/
noun
A hidden unpleasant or criminal part of society.
"the dark underbelly of a ghetto"
"I do for me and mine how I see fit. Even if I have to wage war against everything in my path." His voice so powerful it felt like i...
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Killian Rubis Andrade New York, NY
My mouth was dry, and there was a weight on my body. Cracking my eyes open, there were loose ringlets of dark brown hair in my face. The clock read five p.m. My head pounded, looking down I was naked and there was a sharp pain in my stomach. Cench laid on top of me his body wrapped on top of mine, and he was warm and smelled amazing.
Jude. Oh my god! Jude, I wiggle free from Cenchs grasp to find my phone. I couldn't find it, around the living room searching everywhere. I looked behind the media center, and Cenchs phone was propped up with the camera recording.
My heart sank and I stopped the video, I charged at him punching him awake. He turned over and held my arms, looking confused he looked me up and down. "What's your problem man?"
"What the fuck is this?!" I held up his phone, it was still unlocked and in the commotion the video began to play. It had skipped to a part of me moaning and I shut it off and threw it across the room.
"Why'd you record us? That's such an invasion of privacy Cench." I frowned, he sat up and looked at me.
"I'm not going to apologize for it." He shrugs, I scoff at his reaction and take a look at the disarray the living room was in. Rope, a cattle prod, a vibrator, his gun all splattered across my once cleaned living space. Our clothing and shoes were thrown wildly about as well. I look down at my wrist and they were sore, and light bruising was starting to form.
"Cench what did you do?" I took in the fact that I was fully naked, and he was only in his briefs and a t-shirt.
"It's always what did I do? Why is it never what you want." His reasoning was upsetting to me, because I was with Jude and I'm sure he knew it. Last night wasn't a complete blur, I remember coming home and then making a mess because he wouldn't untie me. I remember feeling like a pipe about to burst, I also remember him being mean but nothing I didn't understand or want.
I leave him sitting on the couch and go grab a T-shirt from my draw to I didn't have to watch him, watching my body as I spoke to him. He was a feral horny man at heart, and I couldn't take the chance of a repeat of what just happened while trying to have a serious conversation.
"We need to talk, seriously." I sit across from him and he looks at me, an unreadable expression on his face.
"So chat." His unbothered attitude was quite frankly annoying, everything with him was in one ear and out the other. Plus he didn't have right to try and stale claim on me, when he's with someone else.
"What are you wearing?" There was an angry edge to his voice, I looked down at the over sized t-shirt; it was Jude's brand.
"My boyfriends brand." I state matter of factly. Cench laughs, and I feel the need to shrink into the couch.
