Shay's face lit up with a huge smile. Tabitha snickered lightly. She knew that Abdul was lying.
"I KNEW YOU WOULD LOVE IT! I have more in the pot if you want..."
"No, no it's fine!" Abdul cut her off and said.
"This will fill me up, and I already ate earlier at the Masjid." Said Abdul.
Shay crossed her arms across her chest. "I thought you said that you didn't eat all day?"
"He told me the same thing." Tabitha said as she was sitting on the couch.
Abdul was cornered. "What you both speak is true." Abdul said with a straight face.
"But you just said that you ate." Shay said.
"Huh?"
Tabitha erupted in laughter and clapped her hands.
Abdul dropped the spoon in the glass bowl and gave a fake cough.
"Show me to your room please. We need to consumate our marriage."
"Oh my!" Said Tabitha.
Abdul got up and picked the bowl up then walked to the kitchen, he gently placed the bowl in the sink and walked back in the kitchen. He grabbed Shay by the arms and lifted her off the couch. He then turned towards Tabitha.
"Please excuse us mother. I shall return back down in eight minutes." Said Abdul.
He took Christy's hands and began ascending up the stairs.
"Allahu Akbar. Allahu Akbar." Abdul gently said underneath his breath as he took every step up the stairs.
"Where are you taking me?" Shay asked.
"Finna go end your life shorty. You hear me?"
"Por Que?" Asked Shay.
"Cuz I don't fuck with you! You fucked my money up. I gave you twelve ounces of weed to hide for me. You smoked all my shit! You damn right I gotta shoot you!"
Shay began to smile. "Don't shoot me!" She pleaded.
"Too late btch!" Abdul said.
"Which way?" Abdul asked Shay as they arrived up the stairs.
She pointed to the first door on the left.
Abdul continued to hold her hands as they walked inside the room. As soon as they walked in the room Shay flicked the light switch. The linen sheets which covered her queen size bed were black. The carpet which covered her floor was also black. Two paintings were hanging on the wall next to her bed. One was of "Frederick Nietzsche", a modern philosopher from Germany. The other painting was of a collage of Dr. Seuss on the left hand side and Edgar Allen Poe on the right. Abdul turned to the wall and flicked the lights back off. Then he closed the door and turned to his wife. He grabbed her cheeks and looked her in the eyes.
"I thought I made my instructions clear. Don't smoke my product you fat dirty bitch!" Abdul said.
Shay grimaced. She didn't want to look him in the eyes.
"I'm sorry for smoking your product daddy."
"Shut up btch! You gon learn TODAY!" Abdul said as he turned her around.
Shay grunted lightly. She allowed him to turn her around.
"What are you going to do to me?" Shay asked.
Abdul did not respond. He grabbed her waist and lifted up her skirt. Afterwards, he unloosened his belt and dropped his pants.
"This is going to hurt me more than it will hurt you." Abdul said as he whipped his hard dck out his pants and inserted it in her kitty box.
Shay yelped out and began moaning. Abdul wrapped his arms around her waist and drew closer to her as he continued to stroke.
Shay's screams and moans grew louder. Abdul stroked faster and harder.
"I'M SORRY!" Shay yelled out.
"Don't be sorry child, be careful!" Abdul whispered in her ears and said.
"YES DADDY!" Shay yelled out in pleasure, her legs began to tremble.
Abdul then fireman lifted her and flinged her body on the mattress of her queen size bed.
Shay quickly took off her skirt and panties. "What are you going to do to me?"
Abdul ripped off his shirt and completely loosened his belt.
"I'm finna fill you up shorty! Like that nasty ass chicken soup you wanted me to eat."
"I thought you said that you liked it."
"Btch I only said that shit cuz your grandmother was present!" Abdul said and jumped on top of the bed.
He got on top of Shay, grabbed her thighs and opened her legs wider. He delved in and began to pounce.
"Btch why df can't you cook?" Abdul said as he wrapped his arms around her head and stroked.
Shay's moans grew louder as she began to perspirate from her neck. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
"Is this what you wanted?" Abdul whispered in her ears.
Shay was unable to respond. Her body began to jolt at an incredible rate.
"The Shaytaan has overpowered you." Abdul said.
"BE STILL!" Abdul yelled out as he continued to pounce
"I'm sorry!" She screamed out in between her moans.
He then lifted her left leg up in the air and continued to stroke harder. It started to build up.
"I'm finna shoot inside you like Steph Curry at the playoffs shorty, you hear me?" Abdul said in between pants as he continued to stroke.
Shay continued to moan. Her lower body began to oscillate like a pendulum. She grabbed the sheets and squeezed them tight. She bit her bottom lip.
Abdul continued to stroke faster and faster. There were flames in his eyes.
"AARRGHH!" He yelled out as he shot inside her.
Shay gave a loud yelp. A few seconds passed. Then there was silence.
Abdul flailed his body from on top of her and began to stare at the ceiling. He then got up and started walking towards the bathroom.
"Where are you going?" Shay asked in a low tone of voice. She was still on the bed.
"I have to take Ghusl and pray to my Lord for forgiveness." Abdul responded.
"Por Que?"
"Cuz I've become a murderer." Abdul said as he closed the bathroom door.