Obsession by Treasure Hernandez Page A

while I’m sitting at home broke? That’s how you gon’ do me after all I’ve done for you?”
    â€œNigga, you ain’t never did shit for me,” Tiffany wanted to say, but instead she said, “I didn’t know you was broke. I thought you was doing good selling the weed you had bought.”
    â€œI was so stressed out about you leaving me, so I had to smoke all of it.” Blake counted out all of Tiffany’s hard-earned money then stuffed it down in his pocket. “Now back to this nigga Quick,” he said, looking Tiffany in the eyes. “How long you been with this nigga?”
    â€œI swear, baby, I haven’t—”
    Smack! A slap to Tiffany’s face stunned her.
    â€œBitch, don’t you even think about lying to me,” Blake said. “Now I’m only going to ask you one more time—How long have you been dealing with that nigga Quick?”
    â€œI’m telling you the truth. I don’t even know him. I saw him at the restaurant a few—”
    Smack! Another slap to Tiffany’s face caused her to stumble back against the wall.
    Tiffany saw that Blake was about to strike her again, so she said, “Okay, okay, okay. I’ve been talking to him since I left.” She lied for fear of getting hit again. She knew if she told Blake what he wanted to hear, he would stop hitting her. Blake liked to feel like he was always right about everything, so she played along, hoping he wouldn’t hit her anymore.
    â€œI’m sorry. I swear, baby, from now on it’s only going to be me and you, just like old times,” Tiffany said, forcing a smile to try and ease some of the tension.
    â€œJust like old times, right?”
    Blake turned and smacked her in her face repeatedly. His smacks turned into punches as Tiffany curled up on the floor crying and begging him to stop. The more she begged, the more he beat her. He appeared to get more pleasure because she was begging.
    Blake ripped off all of Tiffany’s clothes and looked down at her like she was nothing. “Get over here and suck on your dick!” He watched her crawl to him on her knees.
    â€œI don’t know how many times I gotta tell you”—Blake paused as he whipped out his dick—“you belong to me!” he growled as he stood in front of Tiffany and watched her perform her oral duties.
    The whole time Blake degraded her while she slobbed and sucked all over his dick. As soon as he felt himself about to come, he quickly pulled out and came all over her face.
    â€œYou belong to me!” Blake huffed as he jerked on his dick, trying to get every last drop on Tiffany’s face. His plan was to make Tiffany feel like she was worthless and wasn’t shit, and so far it was working. “You belong to me, bitch! Let me hear you say it,” Blake said, looking down at Tiffany, who was still on her knees, semen covering her face.
    â€œI belong to you,” Tiffany said in a defeated tone.
    â€œYou belong to me what?”
    â€œI belong to you, daddy.”
    A smirk danced on Blake’s lips as he walked past Tiffany, leaving her on her knees, and went to the bedroom.
    Once the coast was clear, Tiffany stood to her feet and made her way to the bathroom, where the first thing she did was wash her face. She then turned the shower water on as she just sat on the toilet and cried her eyes out. She didn’t know what she was going to do, but there was only one way she saw herself leaving Blake. She didn’t want to do it, but she didn’t really feel like she had a choice. She was going to have to kill him.
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    Quick woke up with a smile on his face. He could smell breakfast in the air. He slid out the bed and made his way to the kitchen, where he saw Ivy standing in front of the stove wearing nothing but a thong. He smiled as he went in the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth.
    Quick stepped out of the bathroom and