Caroline W. Nderitu

Dan figured out that it was time he utilized his taekwondo-drill skills to persevere pain. He clenched his teeth and muscles when Michelle hit him between his legs as the sheer pain travelled to his brain. It was a bad move to scare Michelle; he deserved the pain and anything else Michelle did to him, as long as it did not involve her leaving. He had a policy of keeping his keys and remote to himself. He knew Michelle couldn't find them even if he were to play unconscious for a month. Michelle was terrified; she sweetly cuddled him while praying for his life. She was scared he would die. "This is the kind of woman I deserve, I have been a good man, a hard worker and a passionate lover. I deserve a prayerful and kind woman. I deserve a woman who can defend herself. Michelle is a tough woman; she knows what she wants. Michelle is mine," he told himself in his head and heart. His head hurt because he hit the table and bruised his scalp. He could tell that the cut was not dee...

"Here, some baby oil curvy girl. I need a massage, please," Dan said, handing Michelle a bottle of baby oil. She used a reputable brand with Dave whenever they needed a massage or applied after a shower. It would be all giggles and laughs when they massaged each other. This time, with Dan, it would be a willing client and unwilling service provider. For a moment, she did not see the attractive biceps, triceps, and six packs. She did not notice the full beards on his well-defined chin. She barely noticed his brown eyes, the tender and gentle voice. She was no longer drawn to him; he was a bad person that held her captive. "Some other time, I am not in the mood right now, Dan," she said, turning away. "Okay, too bad, coz I am in the mood for two things, sex and massage. I need you to massage me first because I need to rise to the occasion physically because my mind is already there," he said, turning her to his side. "I will do no such thing! I will no...

Dave organized how Lisa and the children would go to the village and stay with his mom until things settled between him and his wife. He had seen his wife leave with a much younger boy, probably the man she had hired to drive her home. He knew Michelle was not the type to cheat, let alone with a kid. However, he had seen as if Michelle hugged the young boy, but they were away from the gate, and he could not properly tell whether it was a suspicious or a genuine hug. Michelle also needed a hug because she was crying about being sent away. He did not allow such thoughts to control him. He had a lot on his mind, the crypto market was highly volatile, the elections were near, and he had turned his wife away. He wanted his children to experience none of that, so he focused on his profit margins in the crypto world. He wanted to have minimal interruptions from Michelle's latest drama. During that period, Freeman's appointee, Jude, and Amos were head to head according to the polls. Da...

"Good morning, Sunshine. Here, I made black tea and yams for breakfast," said Dan, entering the brightly lit room, hands full with the breakfast and a newspaper. "Oh, my God, what time is it? Why didn't you wake me up? I need to be home to sort some things out before the day ends," she said, jumping off the bed. "We are taking breakfast before we start the day, curvy girl. Then we are taking a shower and decide what we want to do with the rest of the day," said Dan, holding her hand tighter than he had held her before. Michelle was taken aback by this. Dan's eyes were sterner, something that made her dread his look. "Let go of my hand, you psycho! Do you think this is a joke? I need to be home!" She yelled. "Michelle, curvy girl, I don't know how much you want me to keep up with your bullshit. Have I not taken enough? Have I not become what you wanted in a man? Does Dave have this kind of a house or the kind of money I have? Does...

"I am not leaving this place until you get inside that house or we go back to mine," texted Dan. He was still at the gate, while Michelle was seated at the door, thinking about what to do. She didn't want to anger Dave, but she would not beg him either. Her sins were negligible compared to his. Dan kept blasting her phone, call after call, as she tried to read her messages from Tracy. She suddenly felt a sheer pain in her forehead, more like a stray bullet, but before she collapsed and died, she was distracted by Dan's voice. "Hey, pick up my call, or I jump over the gate," Dan shouted, startling her and bringing her back to reality. She redialled his number, and he picked up the call immediately, "I've been hit by something. A stray bullet maybe. My head hurts," she said on the phone. "Come, let me look at it," he insisted with a mumbled giggle. "I can't walk; I feel dizzy," she said, struggling to stand on her feet, to...

The road from the house was dark, but Michelle was determined to master the route this time. They had taken Michelle's Jeep and had put her torn clothes inside a dustbin behind the house. Unlike when they came from the garage the previous day, the journey was entertaining. They were chatty, touchy, and laughed so hard like little teenagers in love. They held hands and kissed each other's hands every few minutes. Michelle was in jungle-green shorts, a white blouse, and a pair of brown boots. She knew Dave would react to this, and she struggled to figure out how she would get inside the house without Dave noticing she had worn new clothes. "Hey curvy girl, what is bothering you? Have you ever gone to a strip club?" Dan asked, squeezing her hand gently and kissing her wrist. "I'm wondering how I will get in the house with these new clothes; you shouldn't have torn my clothes," She said, trying to cover her bare thighs. "You shouldn't have marri...

"This house is so much in the woods; that could be why there is no signal. Why did he leave the room locked? Maybe, he thought he would be back before I woke up, and he got held up at work. Could he have forgotten I was here? No, that is highly unlikely. Why has he locked me up here then? Is this house even his? Could he be this rich? Oh my God, what did I put myself into?" Michelle kept muttering to herself. She was growing impatient. She kept trying to call everyone on her phone contact list, trying to find luck with the signal. She looked everywhere in the room for any clue of what could have happened to her. Suddenly, she stumbled on a small gift box, seemingly destroyed, in the corner of one wall cabinet. She opened the box, and inside there was some tattered clothing, maybe red lingerie. It looked like it was intentionally torn because it still looked new, with the label attached. She placed it back because she didn't know to whom it belonged. She started opening t...