The Devil's Den
By Tamyara Brown
The last time I was in this den was in 2002. I closed this place off because I gave up the life of killing someone because of the change of the season and of course owing me my money. I would take off a body part, shred their faces and feed them to Rocko my pitbull. This place is cold, dark, wet and smells like pig's shit. I take a deep breath and a single tear rolls down my face. Never in a million years could someone convince me that I would have to torture my son for sins against his father. I lean against the wall and lean back before taking another step down the stairs. His mother's voice echoes in my ear " don't kill my son." I don't think I can honor request the disrespect and deceit is too deep. The wounds cause my a child produce by seed, a mofo I fed, clothed and put through college. I will never let that slip and slide away. The crime of fucking my wife in my bed is death plain and simple.
Love and hate don't mix. One overpowers the other. I light a cigar and blow out rings of smoke hoping it will evaporate my pain. I pull the knife out of it sleeve the teeth of it is so sharp it cuts my finger. Blood is suppose to be thicker than water and family should equal loyalty. It is what I instilled in my sons over the years. Nothing or no one came above them. So it is eating at my flesh for him to screw her in my house but more than that my bed. That shit is something I can never wrap my head around.
I open the door and he is sitting on the floor. His eyes are swollen, he flinches as I sit in front of him. I wipe his tears with my bloody handkerchief and like a good father console his son walking the green mile of death.
He looks away and mumbles,
"I love her."
My face becomes hot, a salty taste in mouth and my teeth baring into my lips. I pick up the clump of dog shit and smash it in his face.
"You still disrespecting me about my wife. You have the audacity to profess your love about my wife that college education made you lose all your common sense." I scream.
"She loves me it is why she left you." He laughs as the shit drips off his face.
"Jake hold his hand on that table. "
"You got it, Supreme." Jake grabs his hand and slams it on the table. Cash squirms but can't break Jake's strong hold on him.
My muscles begin quivering, I could feel my heart pounding in my ears. Tears sting my face because his words burn in my heart. No apology or apololie just straight 100 proof disrespect.
"Dad, I.... Don't....please.... Don't."
He smells like death, his blood smell like fresh raspberries and urine. I slam the ridges of the blade down on his fingers. His thumb falls on the table and his pinky follows. His screams causes my heart to ache. His blood splatters on Onika's face she shrieks and slides to the floor. I take the knife and wipe it off her shirt.
""Onika, you know it is your fault that I had to amputate my son's fingers. Betrayal cost him his a day of torture in the Devil's den . Was it worth it, honey? Cash, now I don't have my star bowler on the league and a damn shame too because I made good money off the team. All cause you want to slip your pole in my wife's hole. I want you to know son it hurts me more than you ever know to be put in this position of whether to let you suffer or take your life. Oh what a tangled web you weave when we put pussy over family loyalty."
He moaned as Doc sew up his numbs. His eyes rolled in the back of his head. He blurts out,
"I wasn't the only one."
"I'm sure you aren't the only one. Onika likes to fuck. She likes to suck but my issue is you, my flesh and blood dicking my wife down.You know that is some nasty shit to fuck the same woman as your father."
"Your wife is my woman. She is in love with me.Ahhhh..." Doc pierce his skin with the needle in and out, no pain relievers, no relief for the slick lip son of my boasting about my wife's love for him. "
"Cash, You my boy have fucked yourself in the ass with six dildos and no lube. You betray me and what I can't wrap my head around is why. I could have gotten you any woman you wanted but you chose mine. You know how insane I am. Me cutting your fingers off is just the beginning, my boy. I am far from finish but first I need an explanation. Stop crying, please. You didn't share one tear while fucking her in my bed how disrespectful. Now from the top and speak clearly I taught you to never mumble. Tell me why you would betray your father? Onika doll ,be a dear wife and pour your husband a glass of Ciroc. Now that boy P.Diddy did that with this Vodka."
"Sheeeee..... Doesn't love you. Tell him the truth, baby. Puleese." He stuttered. I spit in his face and run the knife across his head removing part of his Afro.
"You don't know shit about love, boy. You don't have stinking clue what it feels like. I love you from the moment my seed spill in your mother's womb and produce you. I love you unconditionally and even at this waking moment my heart is overflow of love for you." I place my hand on my head and one tear drops. I exhale and hit my chest. I cut my eye at Onika preparing my drink. I study her body language, the way her hands are shaking, the twitch of her left eye and the click of her tongue.
She grabs the bottle with a blue dot and pours it into the glass. She lights my cigar. She kisses me on the cheek. I love her dirty drawers, the sweet taste of her juices that flow from her punanni. Love and lust often confuses us McDaniel's men. Cash was smitten with his first sexual encounter. Poor boy lost in the illusion of lust. Maybe I too was trap in the list of Onika Sin.
"I love your father. I always have and I always will." She smirks blows me a kiss of death. She raises her eyebrow.
She hands me the drink. I look in the glass as it fizzes, the scent of it burns my nose.
Something in my core told me to not drink the Vodka. It look cloudy, it smell like lighter fluid and I say,
"Honey boo babe, have a drink?"
" I... I.... Don't drink Ciroc." She stutters and her lip trembles.
"Did you do the naughty, naughty thing and try to poison me?"
Deceit and betrayal was running in wolf packs trying to devour Supreme. I take the bottle and smash it over her head. She falls to the floor. I take the heel of my shoe and step on her face. Her eye pop out of her socket.
"Baby boo bear see what you made Supreme do. See how crazy you made me. All I wanted to do was love you. All I desire to do was care for you. I love...."
The sound of the gun shots echo in the air. All of the air in my lungs escape through the wound in my throat. I stumbled three steps forward and the room is spinning. Doc is slumped over, Rocko is dead and Onika is barely alive. I slump to the floor and when I look up Money is standing over me.
I reach for him and he kicks my hand away. I hear music, I see a light and I struggle for life.
"I am my brother's keeper and you can rot in your devil's den. I told you sooner than later I be the King."
©2015 Tamyara Brown- Tamluvstowrite
Author Tamyara Brown
My love for writing is unconditional. It is my sanity in this crazy world.