nigger men
like it here so much, anyway?” He had a sniffing tick when he spoke.
“Yeah,”
the taller guy continued. “What is the attraction here for
brownies? Pig meat everywhere. Booze, Bitches and Jews. Everything you hate. But you flock here like dirty camels bringing nothing to
the table but flies and turds . Bleeding us dry and
living on welfare. White man has to work double shifts to sponsor you maggots.”
Umayma
turned her face away.
“Maybe
sluts like this one here come for a taste of real men?” he said to his shorter
friend then turned to Umayma. “ Innit true, duckie ?”
Umayma
could hear their voices, but her rumbling heart was far louder.
“What
do you think of me and this handsome bloke here? On a scale
of one to ten?”
“Good,”
she said, immediately regretting her naivety to think that appeasing them would
in any way soften their hearts.
“Fancy
a taste of white cock for a change, then? You know—to get fucked by a real man
who doesn’t’ need to wear a suicide bomb and die like a filthy coward to prove
a fucking point?”
At
the corner of her eyes, she spotted the stout one unzip his trousers and yank
out his rather large, uncircumcised penis in the air. Then he dangled it with
his hands as he extended his tongue out. Like a deranged dance of a
cannibalistic tribe.
“Hey
Gavin?” the tall man asked his friend.
“What?”
He seemed annoyed to have his rhythmic penis play interrupted.
“Reckon
this piece of shit here is good enough to be one of the seventy-two virgins
waiting for her mate Osama?”
Umayma’s body shivered. She gripped the chain of the swing
tighter but it was frozen and turned her knuckles a deathly shade of white.
“Can’t see why not. She’s got well big tits, a round ass,
and a pouty mouth big enough to take both our cocks.”
“ Feck off! I’m not double dipping
with you.”
In a
swift move, the tall one pulled Umayma’s head scarf
off and grabbed her by the arm.
“Listen
up, sunshine, what say you we do this the easy way? Save yourself the drama of
screaming for help and all that palaver? Just take one for the team.” He
pointed to thick bushes in the back where Umayma had seen small boys being
taken by their moms to pee.
“Young
Gavin here and I are going to take slow and easy turns on your merry go round.
And if you so much as whimper—” He took out a hunting knife from his back
pocket and brandished it in her face.
Umayma
put her head down as he grabbed her arm and motioned for her to start walking
with them. I am done for it. As they shuffled to the bushes, she broke
out of his grip and bolted as fast as she could in the opposite direction. But
she didn’t go far. Gavin, who was a few steps behind, was prepared for her
flight and had extended his foot to trip her. She fell flat on her face and the
two men broke out in insane laughter at her expense.
Before
she could get up, the tall guy gripped her ankles and immobilized her. He
flipped her on her back and stuck her face with unexpected force. Far more
painful than anything Kamal had ever done to her. Her
head pulsated as she tasted blood dripping down the corner of her lips. He slid
his body up until he was lying on top of her with his knees pressing hard on
her arms. The pain almost expelled her soul out of her body.
“Now
you’ve done it!” he hissed. A flash of insanity travelled through his eyes.
He
undid her coat, lifted her dress to her chin and plunged his hand to grab her
breasts, tugging hard at her nipples. The smell of his morning breath laced
with strong liquor made her stomach heave. He wiggled down and tightened his
knee grip on her pelvis to liberate his hands. Then with precision that
suggested he had done this at least a few times before, he unbuckled his belt
and dropped his pants down. For a fraction of a second he released his tortuous
grip on her hips ever so slightly to create enough room for him to pull her
knickers off, which he placed on his face