Bad Apple - the Baddest Chick(33)

While Nichols lay curled up near Supreme’s lap, he slowly began toying with her b-reasts. He felt Nichols cringe as his fingertips slowly kneaded her soft flesh.

“Please, no,” she uttered faintly.

“This is it for you, baby. I promise, after this, no more. They won’t touch you anymore,” he said.

He began unzipping his jeans while massaging Nichols’ tender thighs. He found pleasure in seeing the distress in the young girl’s face. Supreme then whipped out his dick, which was a magnificent size—long, heavy, and with the width of a steel pipe—then he gripped a handful of Nichols’ long hair and forced her face into his lap.

“Go ahead. Get yourself a taste.”

Nichols tried to resist, but she was no match for Supreme. She was weak and lethargic and only wanted to go home. Slowly, she complied.

As she felt Supreme’s immense penis stretch the muscles in her jaw, Nichols began to sob again.

Supreme gripped the back of her head and made her gag, forcing the tip of his dick down the back of her throat. He could feel her body shiver from fear.

“That’s right. Suck on daddy’s dick, baby,” Supreme uttered with delight as he grunted.

Nichols tried to please him for what seemed like forever. When he felt his eruption coming, he gripped Nichols’ hair tightly, held her face steady in place, and allowed his nut to brew as her lips were wrapped around the mushroom tip.

“I’m coming!”

He forced Nichols to deep-throat him again, gripping her neck securely, while his goons stood around idly. Each of them had already had their way with Nichols and was craving for one more turn with the sixteen-year-old. Once Supreme was done, they would be on her next like vultures on a rotten corpse.

Nichols burst into tears, gagging and vomiting up phlegm. Her jaw ached along with her whole body. She felt the burning around her neck, her eyes red with anguish, and her insides on fire from the pain. Her mind thought about death. Two days felt like two years, and the fatigue and abuse engulfed her like she was drowning.

As Supreme stood, the man he sent out for food returned, carrying a greasy plastic bag. He looked around the room and knew something had gone on without him.

“Damn! What I miss?” he questioned.

Supreme looked down at Nichols’ naked body. A smile loomed as he pictured Apple and Kola in her place. “Bitches wanna f-uck wit’ me. They gonna regret that they ever tried to play me.”

“Supreme, you still want this for her?” his man asked, holding up the bag of food.

Supreme snatched the bag from his hand and glared down at Nichols. He then removed the Styrofoam container from the bag and opened it up. It was filled with greasy rice and chicken. The aroma of the meal hit him quickly and made his mouth water.

“You hungry, baby?” he asked Nichols.

She didn’t respond.

“I know I promised you a meal. Well, here it is.” Supreme laughed and began dumping the hot food out, and it poured down on her like a shower.

Guy Tony just looked on without saying one word. It was a f*cked-up thing to see. Still, Supreme was his friend and mentor, so he minded his business and walked out the room, not being able to stomach any more.

“Eat up,” Supreme said with a smirk. “Cunt bitch!” Supreme exclaimed.

Nichols sobbed loudly. “Please . . . let me go! I wanna go home. I just wanna go home,” she cried out.

“Oh, you wanna go home, huh?” Supreme said. “Well, your sister gotta pay off her debt to me, bitch. You just interest, that’s f*ckin’ all.”

Nichols lay motionless with the food scattered all around her. She closed her eyes and readied herself for the worst. She knew her chances of leaving there alive were very slim. She had seen all of their faces, and if they were brought to some kind of justice for their brutal crimes—rape, abuse, and kidnapping all being felonies—there was a good chance they would receive a life sentence from her testimony alone. If she knew the punishment for the crimes, they definitely knew as well. Being a smart girl, Nichols knew in her heart it was a chance they wouldn’t take.

Supreme crouched down near the whimpering Nichols, pulled back her matted hair from her face, and looked at her with his cold eyes. “Apple owes me, but now it goes deeper than a f*ckin’ debt. You see, your sisters, they f*ckin’ disrespectful bitches, and they need to be taught a f*ckin’ lesson. But, to let you know, there was never any ransom. Nah, word gets out and it might start a war that I ain’t ready to get into. But I gotta be subtle wit’ my payback. They took money from me and don’t wanna pay it back, so now I’m gonna take somethin’ personal from them. Unfortunately, it gotta be you, love.” He nodded to his triggerman.

Nichols went into a hysterical panic. She cried out wildly, scampering across the ground and shouting, “Please! Don’t do this! I don’t wanna die! I don’t wanna die! No! No!”

Supreme’s triggerman approached Nichols with a .45 ready in his grip. He walked up to her as she tried to crawl to safety. He hunched over her, pressed the gun to the back of her head, and quickly fired two shots into her skull. Bang! Bang!

Nichols lay sprawled out in death, crimson blood thickening around her skull. The room fell silent as each member in the room stared down at the dead sixteen-year-old girl. The triggerman looked at Supreme and nodded.

Guy Tony heard the two shots from outside the doorway where he stood. He closed his eyes and shook his head. He lit up a cigarette. There was no turning back now. He remembered the look in Apple’s eyes when she’d confronted him on the street the other day. It was a look he couldn’t forget. She was desperate, looking for any hope in his eyes, but he’d refused to show her any. He wondered how things had gotten out of hand so fast.