The Face That Launched A Thousand Bullets (The Cartel Publications Presents) by T. Styles

radio and stopped when she heard Atlantic Star’s “Always.” It was one of her favorites. She hummed the words and looked for the soap. She moved the soap briskly over her body until it created a thick creamy foam. She contemplated making herself feel good until her baby got home. Playing with her pussy never hurt anybody.
    Just like Kavon, she loved the softness of her skin. But when she thought she heard the front door slam downstairs, she decided to let Kavon do all the work. Normally the alarm would sound but they were changing providers and it wouldn’t be reactivated until tomorrow.
    She counted down the seconds before he’d enter the shower like he always had after coming home from the club. Like always, the moment he came into the bathroom, he flipped off the light switch and walked toward the shower.
    “Home already, huh?” she cooed.
    “Mmm Mmmm,” he responded.
    “Miss me?” Tara giggled.
    “Mmmmm Hmmmm.”
    “You gonna do all those things you did to this pussy last night?”
    Silence.
    She backed up against the shower curtain so he could reach her. She loved feeling his hands against her body first. On cue he reached in the shower and wrapped his arms around her waist, nothing but the wet shower curtain between them. He placed his hands between her legs and softly touched her breasts. There was something about his touch that felt different. She ignored it.
    “Mmmmmmm,” she moaned.
    She pushed back further into him so she could feel his thickness grow. Her head dropped backwards and she was anxious. As far as she was concerned the game was over and she was ready to get down to business. But something felt different about his body too. Not quite right.
    “Kavon,” she whispered, wanting to hear his voice. “Why don’t you cut on the lights and join me inside here. The water is warm and I miss you.”
    Instead of being taken up on her offer, she felt a force rip her out of the shower and throw her onto the cold porcelain floor. The wetness from her body mixed with soap caused her to slide a few feet on her back. For a minute she didn’t know what happened because the wind had been ripped from her body. She tried to reach for the door handle. But without warning, she was dragged by her legs into a wider area within the pitch darkness of the bathroom. She heard the door lock. Her body shivered.
    “Kavon!” she cried out for help despite knowing he wouldn’t be home for hours. “Kavon, help me!”
    “Shut up, bitch!” The stranger spoke. His voice muffled.
    “Who are you?” she sobbed. “And why are you doing this to me?”
    Silence.
    “Please don’t hurt me. I’m pregnant.”
    Silence.
    The perpetrator said nothing more. He held her down with the force of his large body and she could feel him rustling at his pants. He was getting ready to rape her. All she could think about was her baby and the pain Kavon would feel once he’d learned he lost his unborn child. He wanted nothing more than a beautiful little girl and she prayed everyday that God would bless them with one. It was settled. She had to fight for her life. She had to fight for their lives.
    With all the strength she could muster she hit him so hard in the face she hurt her own hand. Whop!
    “Ouch!” he responded to the pain as he grabbed her wrist.
    This angered her attacker and he viciously took a bite out of her face. She screamed out in agony. A small piece of her skin smacked against the bathroom floor. He pinned her down even harder and pressed all of his weight onto her thin body. He was a monster. She could do nothing but allow him to do what he will. If she fought, she knew things would get worse.
    Going against everything she believed in, she widened her legs, turned her head to the side, and let him penetrate her vagina. She wept silently. No fighting. No fussing. No nothing. Her spirit was weak and she was taken back to a moment in Brazil in which a member of her church raped her repeatedly.
    For thirty minutes,