CHAPTER 16: CHAPTER 16

Stepmother POV

I was scared. I just wanted to punish him, not to kill him. I needed him to stay alive so I could use him for myself. I couldn’t lose him, not now that I needed him most.

I bent down and placed my ear on his chest to check if he was still breathing. Thank goodness, I could hear and feel his heartbeat. Thank God he was still alive. I stepped down from the bed and rushed out to get some water.

Joshua POV

I don’t know where she went, but at least I’m happy; I’m now getting myself back. I remained still on the bed to know what she was up to. So sex can actually kill somebody? Maybe it’s on a list of a thousand ways to die.

She came back with a bowl of water, sat beside me, and sprinkled water on my face. I lay still on the bed, and she sprinkled more water, tapping me on my neck, begging me to wake up.

I wanted to punish her. My plan was to remain on the bed until she called our family doctor, which would be hard because everything might be exposed.

She checked my heartbeat again, and I was breathing. She took the bowl and sprinkled water again and again.

Unfortunately for me, water entered my nose, and I couldn’t hold on any longer. So I made some moves as if I had just revived and forcefully breathed out the water from my nose before it entered my head.

"So you want to die in my hands, right?" she said.

"I told you I was dying, and you ignored me. Why are you punishing me this way? I’ve begged you to forgive me, but it seems like you derive joy in hurting me," I said in a low voice.

"Why won’t I punish you when you choose to mess my daughter up? You were supposed to be advising her and cautioning her about boys. What did you do? You fucked her instead, took your stepsister’s virginity, and used her to satisfy your selfish desire. What is more abominable than that?" she asked.

"But she’s the one who seduced me," I defended.

"And so? That’s why you need to be punished. You are very wicked. She seduced you, and you couldn’t caution her? You couldn’t tell me? You couldn’t advise her as the older one?" she said.

"I’ve made the mistake, I’ve asked for forgiveness. Even at that, what you are doing now is also wrong," I stammered.

Saying that, she slapped me across my face.

"Don’t mention that again, or I will increase your punishment. You still have the nerve to talk," she yelled at me.

All the while we were talking, I was still lying on the bed naked, my dick pointing hard at the ceiling. It doesn’t seem like it’s coming down anytime soon.

"So what’s next?" she said, staring at my dick.

At that moment, we heard our main door swing open. "Quinn is back," I said.

"So? What are you still waiting for?" she asked.

"But I’m still hard," I replied.

"And so? Will you rush to your room?" she said as she glared at me.

I managed to climb down, open the door, and peek to see if she was close. I looked back and stared at the wicked woman who had nearly killed me moments ago. She was just sitting on the bed, staring at my naked body.

I heard her footsteps as she was coming upstairs. She was coming closer and closer.

I quickly rushed to my room, closed the door, and locked it. My dick was still hard. "What did this woman give to me?" I asked myself.

I drank some water, rested for a while, and stepped into the bathroom to take my bath again. I spent some minutes under the shower, recalling what had just happened between me and my stepmother. This is wickedness of the highest order.

I washed my body and dried myself as I walked out. I dropped the towel on the other side and laid on the bed with shorts.

I was lying down, thinking about my life. What have I landed myself into? I swore to tell my dad, but I think I don’t have to. It would be disastrous. I don’t want to have a hand in my father’s death. He’s on medication. He has high blood pressure. So getting knowledge of this sinful activity might claim his life.

A few minutes later, someone knocked on my door. "Who is that?" I asked, getting up from the bed. "It’s me," Quinn replied.

Is she mad or what? What is she doing at my door? This girl is a devil. What have I done to her?

"Just turn and face your back. I don’t want to see you in my room or even close to my door," I shouted from my room.

"What is wrong? Please open this door," she said.

"Are you crazy? Open what door? Just get back to your room, I don’t want to see you close to that door," I shouted again.

"I’m not leaving until you open this door," she replied.

This wicked woman will be in her room now, pretending as if she’s not hearing anything. Quinn’s voice is loud enough to reach her mother’s room. Let her come and caution her daughter now.

I got angry and opened the door. "Will you leave here!" I said with a mean face. I don’t care how she will feel.

"Why are you angry at me? Are you the only person she beat? Why are you angry at me?" she said.

I wish she knew what I went through from her wicked mother an hour ago. Beating can’t be compared to it. I wish she understood how I feel.

"Please, I’m not here to argue with you, just go to your room," I said.

"Don’t you like me again? I endured my own pain, why can’t you endure yours?" she said.

She stared down at me and saw my dick was hard, very hard. She smiled, licked her lower lip, and said, "Wow, I love what I’m seeing down here. I’m sure it’s for me. Should I come in and help you out?"