Chapter Two
Part one


                                                                  Soulmates

       A beautiful ranch style home sat underneath the stars, secluded and closed off by an enormous lake which sat a quarter of a mile behind it. The house was dim, the garage door was lifted and a range rover, was parked inside, along with a Lincoln navigator and two diesel pick up trucks parked in the driveway. A small herd of horses frolicked and grazed comfortably in field behind their stable, only to be frightened by a horrifying sound as of one of their owners screamed in terror.

       "I think she likes it, I know I do! Look at her face, she's caught between pleasure and pain, It's fucking beautiful" whispers Demetria as she grips the mans head, forcing him to watch his wife being brutally raped in front of him. Between his tears, emotions and her cries he could barely keep his eyes closed. He struggled to maintain his train of thought, knowing he himself, would face a far worst consequence. He was gagged, naked and strapped down to a chair as Demetria rode him cowgirl, gripping his hair tighter and tighter as she stared deeply into the mirror directly in front of her, in a freakishly lustful trance from the sight of Tommy having his way with the woman on the bed behind her.

       The man was also trapped between horror and pleasure, His eyes were red from anger, his heart raced and he was sweating profusely. His penis was engorged with blood as Demetria squeezed her asshole tighter and tighter. Suddenly she finds herself in orgasm, kissing the mans ear so ferociously, she bites his ear off and spits it out onto the floor beside the chair they were in. She laughs and catches her breath before she dismounts. She lifts his chin and looks him in his eyes and says "now the real fun begins!" Tommy grabs the woman by her hair and forces her onto her knees, making her face her tortured husband. "Please, no more! we will do whatever you want. Just don't hurt us...please!" she yells. Demetria look at the woman and snickers then walks over to a bag, pulling out a strange device.

       She smiles as she places the device on the mans lap and straps it onto his genitals. He is horrified by the sight of it and goes into a frenzy, trying to break his bonds. His grunts and moans only entices Demetria more and more. Soon he concedes to exhaustion, realizing he is trapped and must face his fate. Demetria watches the man tire himself before she steps back and switches on the device; a molded fiberglass like guillotine with a small power saw in place of the blade. Then places the mans semi erect penis in the device and switches on the saw. Then she pulls a very large dildo out the bag and gets on her knees, placing between the mans legs. She turns to Tommy and says "make that bitch scream!" and shoves the dildo in her asshole and begins to suck the mans balls.

       Desperately he tries to ignore this moment of terror, doing everything in his power to control his body, but she was very skilled, She sucked his balls and gave him full view of her ass and Tommy violently pounding his wife on the bed. He tried to fight it with everything in him but to no avail. he cried out as his penis slowly hardened, closing the distance between his cock and the saw blade. He cried out and squeezed his eyes shut but Demetria was relentless, she slurped and swallowed his balls so well he could only lean his head back and look at the ceiling and try to calm himself. His wife staring in his eyes with tears running down her face while Tommy continuously rammed his 12 inch cock inside of her. She tried not to look and dropped her head, but Tommy grabs her by the back of her hair and makes her watch.

     Within a small amount of time, his flesh was torn by the blade and Demetria was in orgasm again. She pressed he lips beneath the mans shaft, pushing it into the blade, enjoying the blood splattering on her face. He passes out from pain , with his head laid back and Demetria finishes herself off with a sinister but lustful grin. Then she stands up and kisses the man on his forehead. "Goodbye love" She whispers before she slits his throat. Her head leans to the side watching the blood ooze down the dead mans chest. "Beautiful" she says and snaps around to Tommy. She watches Tommy enjoy himself with the frantic woman while she cries out in fear and shock.

       It turns her on to see her husband in such a fury. Every time they come to this moment, she falls a little more in love with him. Out of pure passion Demetria walks up to the bed, reaches over the woman and strokes Tommy's face then she kisses him. It's just what he needed to take him over the edge. faster and faster he strokes the woman from behind. Passion building up as he and Demetria kiss. Demetria begins to play with herself with one hand and holding the woman's head pressed against the bed with the other. And with a few last powerful strokes, Tommy snatches Demetria closer, deepening the kiss as he nuts inside the woman.

       The heated moment sends Demetria into another orgasm, and they continue to kiss as they release simultaneously. Then they both smile and stare into each other eyes finishing off the explosive climax. Demetria looks down and lifts the distraught woman's head by her hair, holding her head up to look at her dead husband sit in a pool of his own blood. "Oh my god, your monsters!" She tries to fight with vigor one last time, but she barely moved. Tommy was too big and strong for her to move even an inch. The woman screamed as loud as she could as she watched Demetria reach for the knife. Demetria pushes the woman's face back into the bed, suffocating her and stabbing her repeatedly in the back of her head.

       Blood sprays everywhere and Tommy lets out a roar of triumph then releases the dead woman onto the foot of the bed. Blood soaking the floral patterned comforter, dripping onto a bag full of money and jewels. Then they passionately kiss and laugh out in victory before they loot the house and escape with out a trace of evidence.

The next morning
7:18 am
Las vegas

       The sun rays and warm breeze peeked through the balcony curtains of the lavish hotel room.  Half eaten room service, empty champagne bottles and over a two million dollars in cash and jewels glittered the floor. Demetria is awaken with a kiss and breakfast in bed. Her eyes still closed she smiles and returns the kiss. She opens her eyes and blushes and kisses Tommy once more. And for a short moment they stare into each others eyes She raises their hands to her mouth and kisses his wedding ring."Good morning Mr Washington." she whispers, placing another sweet kiss upon Tommy's lips. "Good morning Mrs Washington." He replies. followed by another kiss.

       They are the perfect couple, inseparable from the day they met almost three years ago in that courthouse. They were the same, same life goals, same ambition, completely submissive and loyal to one another, and shared the same top of the food chain mentality. A successful power couple in their community as well as a vicious blood thirsty duo that controlled the streets. At first glance, they appeared to be a normal suburban couple, But to those who really knew them, knew they were something far worst. Demetria was a short middle aged Hispanic woman with jet black hair and a porn star body. It was rumored that she won many cases off her beauty alone. She was a well renowned public defender, and a tyrant. An ex MMA fighter with an IQ of 127, She was a borderline genius

       Tommy was also in his mid 30s, 6 foot 7 and built like a tank, with dark brown hair. He was an Adonis. He ran his family established construction company and controlled all of the meth in the city with an iron fist. He was once an arena football player, but his love for Demetria pulled him into a more lucrative lifestyle and he gave up on the league just months after they met.

       Together they had cops as well as judges on their payroll, combined with their perfect record and influence they where unstoppable. No one could come between them, and those who tried quickly found themselves either in jail or buried. They treated each other as equals, and always maintained a professional demeanor. They lived a lavish but secretive life just outside of Atlanta. To them, everything is planned and well executed, even their marriage, they planned this trip to Las vegas over a year ago. Carefully targeting their next mark, while planning to elope the day before their last robbery.

        "So that's it right? We're done?" He says as he holds her hands tight. "Yes my love, we're done." She replies. "So now we can work on having kids, right? He says pushing her back onto the bed and kissing her neck. She breathes heavy, pauses, then hugs him very tightly. He breaks her hold with a confused look in his eyes, She sighs and says "Yes my love, now we can try to have kids. I still think we should adopt. I don't want to go through what I been through so many times before we met." "C'mon babe, can we at least try once? Please, I really want to have a child with you. I want them sexy genes to mix with mine, let's make a monster. And if you miscarry, I'll never ask again. try for me, just once, maybe things will be different this time."

       She looks him deep into his eyes and strokes the sides of his chiseled face and takes a deep breath. She loved him more than life itself and wished she could give him the one thing he's been asking for since the day they met. " OK my love, we can try." Then she pulls him close and knocks the tray of breakfast off the bed. Then they make love all morning long. That afternoon they shopped and showed each other passion and affection. They were in love and everyone they passed felt it. They enjoyed each others company every day all day and ended their wonderful day with dinner and making love.

       The next morning they checked out the hotel, loaded up into their Aston martin coupe and drove across the country back home to Georgia.




*This song is the emotional attachment to this except
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s_rYiknI5q8

     

       Being the only child may have been the culprit, but being different was the defining point. Being the only child didn't make me selfish, it made me social, and it made me hate to be alone. But being different made me stand out, a target of criticism, and a pariah. So I held on tight to things that I've gained, people who I felt close to, titles and material objects. And over these long 40 years I've always had a problem with letting things go. That problem almost ruined my life. I held on to things as if they were irreplaceable, and the thought of losing them left a deep pain or emptiness in my chest that would last so long it would effect my daily train of thought. I held on to friends even when they clearly didn't have my best interest at heart.
        I would forgive people over and over again until either they put me in a terrible situation or blatantly fucked me over. I let people in the army dictate my future, I let wives and girl friends get away with murder, I let friends and associates use me until I just couldn't take no more. I have hoarded, video game systems, clothes, rims, and old music I've written for almost 20 years. I speak of memories of high school, people I know and knew, my family history, military accomplishments and titles I've earned in martial arts as if they define my future. Not being able to let these go, and suddenly losing them all without choice is what sent me to thoughts of suicide. I had to learn to let go.  I use to cringe at the thought of people talking about me behind me back or not to be accepted. So I became an enabler, an over-giver, just to be liked by everyone at all times.
       The last Four years of my life forced me to learn to let things go. I lost everything, love, money, rank, material possessions, and almost all of my respect. I lost my grandmother as soon as I got to this duty station and lost my grandfather two months ago, four months before I retire. My next 40 years will be different. It may have took me longer than others to learn this but at least it happened before I transition into the next career, an even bigger and deadlier environment... the entertainment industry as a civilian. I have already come close to going back to holding on to shit with the artist and friends I met in this game. And I almost let them do me as those others have done and it is that, which brings me to this moment of finally learning to let go.
       So yes, today I finally learned to let things go and clean house. Literally and figuratively. I've been throwing old shit away all day. Rims, clothes, Nintendo and Sega game systems and wires. I also cleaned my mind and rid myself of that hurt feeling I used to get when people don't like me or talk behind my back. "Never stop moving" is what rick said and it resonated with me ever since. If I hold on to to much shit, eventually it will weigh me down to the point where I won't be able to move. No more will I hold on to people, or even old grudges. If they don't like me.. fuck em'!  I'm on my way up and god has carved that path. I won't change though, I will forever remain a giver. I just have to chose to whom and to what I give to wisely.
       No more will I care who likes my work, ideas, accomplishments and drawbacks because most of the time, the ones talking or hating is just jealous and they point out your deficiencies to make them feel better about themselves. The one thing I do know is; when people see you doing something they always wanted to do, one or two things will happen. one;  they will finally get off there asses, say fuck it and try to do it too. Or two; they gonna start to hate. So in the end, letting go is the best approach to everything. Things won't weigh you down, and it leaves space for new things to come into your life. But most of all... nothing lasts forever, not even life....so why hold on to old shit.

This track is my emotional attachment to this post
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u5hf86_hIBk