Satan’s Sinners Novel – Jack’s POV Between my legs, under my desk, was my secretary, Veronica. She was sucking my soul out of my body through my schlong. Only twenty-one. She’s got a tight little body, like my wife used to have before she stupidly got knocked up. Dumb hooker. She’s got beautiful, full double-d papillae, a tiny waist, and a thick butt and thighs. She’s every man’s wet dream. And I get to drill her. After lunch, Veronica comes into my office with a present. She’s been extra clingy lately, and I’m hoping she’s not thinking I’m leaving my wife. I love my wife. She’s the perfect little puppet when she’s needed. “Here.” She holds out a little gift bag. “What’s this?” I smiled at her, pulling out the tissue paper. Looking down, I see a onesie that says “I love Daddy” on it, a pregnancy test, and an ultrasound picture with a blob on it. She said she was on birth control. And we’ve been using condoms. How? “What’s this?” I said, anger in my voice. “Did you do this on purpose? Are you trying to trap me? I told you, Veronica. I will never leave my wife. I love her.
You are my goddess I worship. Why would you screw that up with a baby?” Tears formed in her eyes. I wiped my hand down my face and through my hair, tossing the gift on the desk in front of me. Letting out a sigh, she mumbles, “I thought you’d be happy. You kept saying you wanted a big family. I thought that could include us.” How dumb could she be? “Take care of it. I will have more kids with my wife. Not with you. Not with anyone else. If you don’t have the money or means to make it happen, I can make a few calls and take you myself.” “I’m keeping it. It’s my baby too.” She said defiantly, tears streaking her face. “Fine. I’ll pay you support only. Get out.” Finally, it was the end of the day. Guess it’s time to check on my wife and her brat. … Indiana POV Hi. My name is Indiana. Jack is my husband. We had only been dating for two years when we ended up pregnant, and Bear was born. It was like a switch flipped. He became verbally, emotionally, physically, and sometimes sexually abusive. Back in the kitchen, I checked on the steak and veggies.
Everything looked and smelt excellent. The dining room table was set. The salad was already out, now I just needed him to come home. Checking the time above the stove, it was 5:59. He should be coming through the door any moment. I stood waiting, checking the clock, what felt like every few moments. It was about 6:30, and Jack still wasn’t back. I plated the food, and sat down. By 9 pm, with the food cold and no sign of him, I ate. I cleared my plate and left his there. Blowing out the candles, I began to clean up the kitchen. I heard the garage door opening as I put the last dish in the drying rack. I turned and began wiping off the counter tops and stove. I heard him making his way through the kitchen behind me to the dining room. I heard the light switch flick up, illuminating that my plate and dinner were gone while his remained. “Who said you could eat?” He said loudly. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. I could tell by the tone in his voice.
He was drunk. Tonight was going to be bad. “Did I not say to keep my dinner hot?” “I’m sorry, it’s after nine, I didn’t” The sting came as my vision had spots in it. I was actually dizzy. His arm was across his body where he’d extended that long arm and brought me down. I was on the floor, holding my cheek, blinking rapidly, trying to get my vision to clear up. “Please. I’m so sorry. Please. I’ll never do it again. Please don’t hit me.” Usually, he’s happy with the begging and asks me to beg more. Not tonight. Tonight is different. “You hooker! You think you can talk back to me?!” He was shouting. I am praying that Bear hasn’t heard anything over his TV show. I pray he’s fast asleep. He smiled a sinister smile at me. Then next thing I know, I feel my head collide with the wall, and my son is standing in front of me. I try to stand, but my vision keeps trying to go black. I heard Bear scream. Forcing my eyes to open, I saw Jack dragging him away.
My baby is screaming and crying. His face was red, with tears flowing down his chubby little cheeks. His black hair is sticking to his face, as his dad pulls him away. Bear’s tiny hand reaches for me and I can’t keep my eyes open. Darkness swallows me. … Kai POV Reaching up on top of her porch light, I grabbed her spare key. Entering the house, the first thing I hear is my nephew calling for his mama. I turn the camera on my phone on, heading upstairs to see if she was there. She’s not in any of the rooms, but Bear is. With a busted lip. I opened his door and he flinched at me. “Who are you?” He asked so terrified of me, he ran to the corner of his room, holding a stuffed dinosaur. “I’m your Uncle Kai. I’m mommy’s twin brother. Did she tell you about me?” He nodded. “Where is mommy buddy? I’m here to take you and mommy on a vacation.” He started crying, and I couldn’t understand a word he was trying to tell me. I slowly made my way over to him, and got him semi-calm. Calm enough for him to tell me that he last saw mommy in the kitchen when daddy hit her.
I looked around the room, checking under the bed and pulling out his go-bag, tossing it over my back. “Come on little man. I need to get you in my truck. I’ve got your stuff, okay? Then I’m going to find mommy and get her some help. Okay?” He nodded again. Pulling out the duffle, I ran downstairs to find her. I needed to find Indie. Coming down the stairs and making my way to the garage through the dining room, I heard a moan from the kitchen. Turning, my heart stopped. There, in a puddle of blood was my baby sister. I kept the camera running the whole time. Probably only ten minutes total, but it felt like hours.
Frozen in place, it wasn’t until she tried to pick her head up and let another pained moan that I seemed to start moving again. I hurried around the kitchen, looking for a clean towel to put against her head. I grabbed two bags of frozen peas out of the freezer. I leaned down and took stock of her. She needs a hospital. “Indie. It’s Kai.” “Kai” She wheezes, her left eye is swollen shut. “Please take me away, I can’t stand this kind of life…” She cried like a child and snuggled in my arms.