After the dust settled…after months of sinkless and toiletless rooms. After piles of broken sheet rock and crumbled white powder covering every cement floor. After staring at exposed electrical wires jutting this way and that; and sill plates, anchor bolts, sole plates and studs; and water-stained skeletal wooden framing and floor joists. After all of the air compressors, nail guns, paint sprayers, discarded tiles, end pieces and left over pieces of wood had been removed. After the professional cleaners had come in and scrubbed and mopped and vacuumed and polished. After all of it the clouds separated, the sun shone down and there was a renovated house.
Even the decorator was out of their lives. Marci and Miguel glanced around the home, …show more content…
The drum room was Miguel's pride and joy and his reprieve. He sat in the room, tinkering with his drums like a cat with a new catnip toy. It was the one room he could unwind in, surrounded by his assortment of hand-picked drums purchased in Spain, Morocco and various music stores throughout Los Angeles. He had one of the finest D'Jembi drum collections around.
Marci adored listening to his personal drum concertos for her. The man, even in his fifties was one of the sexiest men she had ever laid eyes on. He kept her panting just doing everyday things. Those sexy lips! They had drawn her in and kept her there. She loved absolutely everything about this …show more content…
I’m old wo-man. Dey do nothing to me. But, you! You are dead, beeitch”
“What? You’re going to kill me, now?”
“Did you know Marci, dere are many vays to hold knife to someone?”
Marci felt the sharp sting of the metal blade as it dug into her flesh. Her mind had flashes of scenes of her mortality, thinking about a swift slash across the jugular that might be coming soon.
Ava stood directly behind her, the knife poised at her neck, certainly feeling a sense of control that she had longed to feel for some time. There was no mistaking the grave situation Marci was in. She wondered if Miguel had heard anything.
Ava pushed her away from the drum room and down the hall to the kitchen. “Vee go to garage, now.”
Marci took the steps down into the garage with caution. What she didn’t want to feel was that sensation of a couple of cups of warm water flowing rapidly down her chest, and then realize it was her blood. What would happen after that? In less than a second would she feel woozy? She had to fight back. But how? You would then probably feel a wave of severe nausea and then your vision would cloud and you would faint. After that you would know no more. Within 3 minutes you would be dead without ever regaining
Even the decorator was out of their lives. Marci and Miguel glanced around the home, …show more content…
The drum room was Miguel's pride and joy and his reprieve. He sat in the room, tinkering with his drums like a cat with a new catnip toy. It was the one room he could unwind in, surrounded by his assortment of hand-picked drums purchased in Spain, Morocco and various music stores throughout Los Angeles. He had one of the finest D'Jembi drum collections around.
Marci adored listening to his personal drum concertos for her. The man, even in his fifties was one of the sexiest men she had ever laid eyes on. He kept her panting just doing everyday things. Those sexy lips! They had drawn her in and kept her there. She loved absolutely everything about this …show more content…
I’m old wo-man. Dey do nothing to me. But, you! You are dead, beeitch”
“What? You’re going to kill me, now?”
“Did you know Marci, dere are many vays to hold knife to someone?”
Marci felt the sharp sting of the metal blade as it dug into her flesh. Her mind had flashes of scenes of her mortality, thinking about a swift slash across the jugular that might be coming soon.
Ava stood directly behind her, the knife poised at her neck, certainly feeling a sense of control that she had longed to feel for some time. There was no mistaking the grave situation Marci was in. She wondered if Miguel had heard anything.
Ava pushed her away from the drum room and down the hall to the kitchen. “Vee go to garage, now.”
Marci took the steps down into the garage with caution. What she didn’t want to feel was that sensation of a couple of cups of warm water flowing rapidly down her chest, and then realize it was her blood. What would happen after that? In less than a second would she feel woozy? She had to fight back. But how? You would then probably feel a wave of severe nausea and then your vision would cloud and you would faint. After that you would know no more. Within 3 minutes you would be dead without ever regaining