JADA (18+)

Curiousity Killed Which Cat?

So, I'm currently in the asshole's living room. How rich was this guy? He had to be crazy rich because this house was luxurious on another level.

I'm starting to get hungry. Just imagine the delicious snack menus that awaited me. Look at the house.

Why do I seem so chill? I was kidnapped. Probably drugged, my family is probably wondering where I am and I have no way of contacting them.

The anxious butterflies erupted in the bottom of my stomach as I thought to myself.

What if he was gonna kill me because of my disrespectful attitude towards him? Shit! Fuck!

If he was gonna do that he would be a short-tempered pussy. Which man gets upset because a woman gave them attitude?

Mi cyah badda eno mchewww

Why am I here and not at Jamaica? What did he want from me? Maybe da old lady ya know but she wouldn't tell me caaz she cyah talk wid mi pan those terms. Woiiiiiiiiiiii

Seriously tho, why am I here?

Alright, let's think and take the killing out of it.

What other reason is there? I can't find it.

I looked through the window outside at the pink sky. Opening the balcony door I inhaled the scent. It smelt great I love this. Now I feel bad Tash isn't here and neither are my parents I doubt they know where I am. I want to cry so bad but the tears are just so stubborn.

Maybe if I snooped around for a little bit I can find out the reason I'm here. I highly doubt it but, I still want to snoop so. I can't help it the house is big and luxurious....and filled with cameras. Odd.

Thers is a camera in the room I am in but there's none in the bathroom.

I closed the door as quietly as possible before heading down the hallway. I looked at the clock on the wall in front of me. 5:30

Where had he gone for so long? Now I'm questioning if I should just open random doors.

I took a deep breath before pushing the door in front of me open.

It's an office. An unoccupied one too.

I pushed the seat away opening the drawers but they were empty. I searched everything in there that had room to hold anything that could be opened and closed. Which didn't happen to be a lot of things.

I searched everywhere for cameras and didn't find any. Oh well

I stuck my head out and looked up and down the hall before fully stepping out and closing back di people dem door.

The next room door was somewhat surprisingly locked. Cameras? What was he protecting?

Moving to the next section of the hall I watched as the camera rotated; up, down, back, and forth.

Did I care? Somewhat.

I mean, Mi know it wrong but when mi did deh Jamaica mi neva have di time fi search up nobody house.

Plus, him lef mi in a big mansion without any form of my type of entertainment. (AKA: my phone)

The next room I walked into had a neatly spread bed and the scent of his cologne flooded my nostrils.

Just by that, I knew it was his room. I searched his bedside tables.

In the first one, I found a pic of a small child. Like a newborn baby. I was upset at the dick, not the baby on this picture that looked awfully innocent.

"Looking for something vorchlivyy?"

I gasped at the sudden fright. After collecting, myself I sighed at the fact that he caught me snooping in his business.

"Not at all dick" I answered mocking his foreign language.

He chuckled placing his hands in his pockets.

"Well, Vorchlivyy that doesn't sound too convincing seeing after I confronted you, the drawer with My personal belongings was closed seconds after by...you." He answered with his signature smirk that I was really close to Slapping off his face. Again.

"Well, dick I.." he chuckled at my loss for words.

"Why am I here?"

"Well, Vorchlivyy I thought you'd never ask."

"So?"

"I want you." A weh yuh nah seh? I can't help but laugh and he joined me too.

"To sleep with" he added due to my loss of words once more he erupted in laughter once again.

What a dick. I can't believe he thinks I'm going to sleep with him.

"And if I don't want to?"

"You will" he answered looking up from his watch.

"yuh sure a yourself tho" he laughed. The bitch laughed.

"Mi nuh like yuh eno" he erupted in laughter from chuckling. A wahm to da pussyole yah man. I hissed my teeth loudly and is like he found it funnier.

"you're the first person to make me laugh so much in just a day Vorchlivyy" he answered wiping his tears from laughing.

"I don't like you dick so I can't see that happening"

"I do." full up a faith bad bad bad bad bad

"Yeah, yeah, anyway I want to go home"

"Mhmm"

"Mhmm, what?"

"You'll go home when I get what I want"
Da bloodclaaat man yah essi

I smiled walking in his direction. Curiosity danced in his eyes.

"Sit down Vladimir" his eyebrows sprung up hearing me call him by his name and not an expletive. Dick

He sat and I straddled him. Focus Jada the aim is not to get turned on.

He held my hand in protest but ignoring him I crashed my lips on his. At first, he did nothing about kissing me back. But, with a few licks of my tongue on his lips, that did the trick.

Our lips moved in sync and as much as how I didn't want to admit it I loved how it felt; his soft lips and warm tongue the feeling could get anyone turned on immediately. I grinded against the developing bulge.

His grip on my hand loosened. Taking the chance, I forced myself to stop kissing him and struck him in the side of his head with the lamp that laid atop the side table.

He collapsed on his bed and became unresponsive. The side of his head started to bleed because of the hard impact of the lamp. Fuck!

I wasn't supposed to hit him that hard.

The room became flooded with guards. Guards? With guns that looked like even if they brushed against your skin that could kill you. The heart attack mi nearly ave when mi see seh all a dem deh pon mi. Bomboclaat!

One came towards me but he had no gun before he could follow through with whatever objective he had I kicked him hard in the stomach. Now I'm convinced he's not a man caaz dat neva do nothing.

He came towards me and I kicked him repeatedly. The other one that came towards me took me off Vladimir like I weighed nothing.

I poked him in his eyes and tomp tomp up him face.

I halted in my actions feeling the cold metal pressed against my ears.

"Uspokoit'sya" The man spoke in his foreign language.
Translation: "Calm down"

Mi nuh suh bad afta dat mi did stop.