Short Story: The Devil’s Adversary Part Two

WARNING: MATURE LANGUAGE, IDEAS, CONCEPTS, WHATEVER ELSE YOU CAN THINK OF THAT IS MATURE AND NEEDS A WARNING AND DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE

The Motel Morning

“Get up, we’re leaving,” TJ said smacking Ricky awake. “R-Ricky?” Violina had regained consciousness. “What the fuck?! Ricky where are we?”

“Chill out baby, we all good.”

“Shut your ass up, both y’all get up,” AC’s charming friend helped us to our feet. “Glory is often short lived, ya’ know?” The man smacked Ricky across the face. Violina couldn’t contain her shaking legs as she trembled, expelling a fearful set of tears to the brown stained carpet. “Get the fuck up bitch,” the man fastened another cloth around her mouth, then Ricky’s.

The door swung open with a cold morning gust of snow. AC rubbed his hands together after quickly shutting the door. “Ight so, y’all are going back in the trunk and if you move around or make any fuckin’ noises, TJ will knock your ass out again, so please just shut the fuck up and sit still.” Ricky mumbled through the cloth at AC. “What was that?” he asked holding a hand to his ear Ricky mumbled again. “You said you’re gonna shut the fuck up and not bounce around in the trunk again? Word that’s what’s up, let’s go.” He turned to grab the door handle. “What about homeboy?” TJ asked…