30 A Brad State of Mind Pt. 1

It was just like another day. The morning came after the dark night passed. My fatigued body laid spread on the bed alone. It wasn't the first time either. It had been like this for years now. I had woken up with something inserted in my anus almost every weekend. And when the Monday comes, the relief comes with it.

I reached down and pulled the anal beads out of me. I had to report back with my data in the next fifty minutes. So I scanned the room and found my files on the table, still intact. i threw myself onto my side and pushed my body against the gravity to sit on the bed. my feet touched the tiled floor as I slowly stumbled into the attached washroom. I turned on the shower and soaked my skin in the boiling water to feel myself in my body.

My hair that he loved so much, I cut it. My feet that he loved to lick, I didn't care. My lips that he loved to kiss, had ruined their touch due to my habit of chain-smoking. Everything about me had changed, but my husband didn't change one bit.

He was still the same sadist sexual partner that I fell for six years ago. A fateful night of booze and mindless sex made an engineer and a lawyer a couple.

As an automobile engineer, my husband was very proficient at building and breaking cars. Him and his group of his friends always dreamed about making their own brand of luxury vehicles. Luckily, all of them got financial support from our university in London. As they neared the end of their project, they also neared the end of their friendship.

A group of four boys and two girls broke apart when they completed their graduation, leaving their dream of luxury cars in a limbo. As I completed my own graduation and passed the Bar exam, I helped him find freelancers who would help him with his project. After two years of grind, VRM Corps. saw the light of day.

The cars we manufactured were top of the line. It raked good money for everyone involved with it. They sales went up to the roof, and everybody bathed in pounds. Our beginner's luck was phenomenal. Every freelancer became a partner, my husband became the head engineer, and I became the CEO of VRM.

All our success came back to bite us in the form of our former friends, who filed numerous lawsuits against us. We won all of them, but we lost a lot of faith among our investors. My husband took a toll on himself, and his sadist side emerged once again.

On our first meeting, it was not just me who lost anal virginity. And three years later when he threw me on the bed and took out the rope from his coat pocket, I knew this night was going to be long. Since then, there were more instances of forceful sex that I could count. I agreed to everything because I enjoyed it and I loved it, but sometimes it would be a tad bit too much for my body.

He shut me down every time I tried to talk about it. It was like I was in a hole for him to put things in.

I didn't want to lose him, up until I did.

Talks of expansion was in the air when I discovered my husband's masochistic side.

It was late at night. I was done with my meeting when my husband told me to go on ahead. He said he left some files in his office and he wanted to get them. I agreed and went ahead of him. As I sat down in the driver's seat of my car, I noticed the missing guard. We had two guards appointed for the night. One of them was to patrol inside the building, the other was stationed outside next to the main gate.

I killed the engine and entered the little cube office to check on him. The security cameras were fired up, but there was nobody keeping an eye. All I saw was numerous papers, a gun in the holster sitting on a chair, and a half full mug of coffee.

I decided to walk inside the building and give him an earful. As I marched back into the building, I came across the other guard walking around inside. I whistled at him and asked him about his fellow guard. He didn't know. So, I let him go and decided to walk by all our partners' offices. Maybe he was summoned.

As I walked, I saw the light burning in my husband's office. I walked a little towards it and I could hear the muffled voice coming out of his office. I was terrified because I thought he was getting choked. THAT'D BE ATTEMPTED MURDER.

I edged a little more and saw by the edge of the wall that my husband, indeed, was getting choked. However, he was choking on the guard's penis.

I bit my finger to stop myself from screaming. I wanted to see by myself how despicable my husband could be. I saw him enveloping the guard's penis in his lips and vigorously moving his head back and forth with ecstatic passion. I recoiled his hands caressing his lover's testicles as he rubbed his nose in his pubic hair. I embedded my teeth in my own finger as he switched from blowjob to sex with him. I teared up when I saw him jumping up and down the guard's erect penis as he masturbated. The guard's fingers were in my husband's mouth to fondle with his tongue, which also acted as a silencer for his moans.

I stood there in awe as I realized my husband was cheating on me with the guard. It was a semi shock to see him indulge in sexual intercourse with another man, but the realization that I was married to a cheater broke me up more.

I peeled my eyes away from the office and slowly made my way back to the car. I drove to my house in silence and locked myself up in the bathroom as soon as I stepped into our house. I tried to make sense of all this. I questioned myself and asked where I went wrong. I questioned god and asked for his guidance. But most of all, I fought to identify what I was feeling.

Was it anger?

Or was it sadness?

It took me more than a year to answer the question that was painfully simple. it was anger all along.

thus it took me two more years to complete the file I had sitting outside. It had all the details about the frauds my husband committed against VRM. All kinds of unethical cost cutting methods, embezzlement of money from partners to invest in shares, instances of drug use and being under influence while at work, harassment of interns and staff alike, etc.

Of course it was all a lie, but the interns I paid a hefty price and the guards I had bought out were more than happy to co-operate with me.

I had decided to give him a taste of his medicine. And he wont need any other strap-ons to penetrate his asshole.

I came out of the shower, rejuvenated, when I received a call. I put it on speakers and got the happy news.

Apparently, a certain male was brutally murdered and chopped up into tiny bits while indulging in sex with another man. All parts and organs of the murdered man were restored, except for his penis. It was also reported that he was killed by asphyxiation, while he was penetrated in his butt with numerous pointy objects. At present, the victim was employed by VRM. Corporation as the night guard.

My smile was ear to ear as I hung up the phone.

Only one more to go!

I dressed up and made my way towards the High court for my husband's hearing. Today was the first day of the fraud case that came to light against Bradley Harper, my husband. It was reported that the money was stolen during the company's expansion in Asia. While numerous branches opened in numerous Asian countries, a significant amount of money was taken off the books by the in-house accountant. The accountant did this in accordance to Bradley's instructions. Furthermore, he confessed to be raped by Bradley, making one more count of crime on his part.

I was chosen to be VRM's lawyer, and I made sure we won the case. After a lengthy trial, Bradley was found guilty on multiple charges, and his sentence amounted to life in jail. I suggested to move to the newest branch in Nepal to solidify footing of our company. Nobody debated, and I took the earliest flight to Nepal. Money was in my account, the company got rid of my knave husband, and life was too easy to live.

I looked at London's landscape as I left this wonderful country behind to kick off my new life in a new environment.

Life in Nepal was easy. I'd go to work, observe the papers and status of the company, go back home, and knock myself out. I had nobody to take care of or submit to. I was my own woman. Independent and rich. But the sense of loneliness never left my side. It was present, yes, but it was never a priority. After what had happened with me in the past, trusting someone was not an easy task. But all these emotions, I never let them through in the workplace.

It was my third year in Nepal, when the company really took off. Monopolizing the luxury vehicles was our goal, but the introduction of our sports cars' subsidy put us on the map for rich kids. Support from celebrities who promoted them came from a culture of wealth and what they called 'SWAG'. Football players, Basketball players, singers and rappers pooled their money to erect the branch of VRM which they called Velocity. And if any model made into professional races or any competitive sport, it would be under the name of Velocity Red.

V-Red was exclusively owned by five people. Me, P.A., a sheikh from Dubai, and two anonymous investors. We never questioned the anonymous investors because their source of money checked out legal, and so did their identity, which was never made known to us. Everything was peaceful when out of the blue, the public drama regarding P.A.'s songwriter came to light. I flew over to meet her, and she was a wreck. I stayed with her for three days before I went back to Nepal.

Her cries lingered in my mind. She told me this was due to her girlfriend leaving her. abandoning her in cold blood. The one person she trusted the most, broke her psyche to her core. She warned me about this individual, and gave me a name, Madonna.

I felt sorry for P.A., but I chuckled to myself. How could a person who left the comfort of extravagant life make her way into a hole that is Nepal? I laughed at it and forgot about it.

But everything came back full circle when I saw a woman names Madonna handing me her resume to apply in marketing department. She asked for the highest authority, and the guard she posed the question to guided her to me. So, she trotted over into my office and handed me her resume.

I looked at her resume, and then at her face, and then at her resume. Under 'PROFESSIONAL EXPERIENCE' she wrote 'PUBLICITY ADVISOR: MAX FURY ENTERTAINMENT, N.Y.'.

The dots connected. She was the right-hand woman of P.A.!

She was here for a job, and not once she mentioned her assistance with P.A.

I asked her, "So, this Max Fury job, what did you do there?"

She calmly replied, "I was representing one of their talents. I was the one who made sure their property didn't walk on an undesired path. I also helped them remain face in the public's eye."

I knew I couldn't pry much in our first meeting, so I told her I'd consider. He got up and gave me a farewell bow. I saw her walking out of my office with a smile, and immediately changed my expressions to panic as I jumped on the phone and dialled P.A.'s number.

After a few rings, the call connected, "Hey P.A., what was the name of the girl you were telling me about?"

"Madonna?"

"Yes, what was her last name?"

"House. Why are you asking?"

I looked at the resume once again. Specifically, at the NAME section: Madonna Shaft

"For no reason, I was just curious."

I hung up on P.A. and took Madonna's resume home. I called in favors and gave all the details to my friends who were high up in government. They searched for her in their database and the result came negative.

Her real name was Madonna House. And she was not in Nepal just for a job. She used to live here a long time ago. She came for a job to me because it was the highest paying one across the nation.

I called Madonna next day in the office and told her to fill in the form of employment. I hired her in the Distribution department as Senior Advisor.

And that, was my biggest mistake.