Cruel Pleasures

Chapter Three - Mad Love

Isiah Lee was maddeningly in love.

Such a thing he had never known he could feel. Emotion like light and blade all cutting deeper every day, every year. Right to the core of his soul.

And he hadn't minded it at all. Because it had felt so damn good. To love her.

They had meet so long ago. By chance. And the truth was that She was never meant to be in his world.

Because he was a LEE. Isiah Lee. The only child of two techno geniuses who wrote a latiny of software programs for the intelligence Bureaus back when AOL was first budding. They had become multimillionaires in the years since then.

So of course their child was put into an illustrious Ivy League school, where only other illustrious children were allowed to attend, or the extraordinarily gifted.

And this is where he and Maybell had first met and fallen in love, but that was all lost now. All of it hidden behind the fog of lies and pain so intense....Isiah was sure that Maybell had killed him. Killed him and left his soul to wonder.

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Maybell Foster, his love, his murderer. She had been, and still was a gifted pianist. Some said that her graceful mastery of the keys was on level with legendary men such as Bach and Beethoven. She had been admitted into the school in Isiahs eight grade year.

The two of them had eventually bonded in a biology class after many shy looks and awkward silences. After that the pair were partners in all their classes, then they became friends and finally lovers. Inseparable for years to come.

In those years the love had blossomed into a shining undying light.

But two weeks ago she shattered the light, when she choose to go with another man for the night. A night where she betrayed everything they had ....with at least six other men, in a seedy hotel, in front of a camera.

At first Maybell had had the audacity to sputter excuses at him.

Her face, her angelic face, always so beautiful to him, was contorted with guilt, and pain, and denial. As convincingly as she sat sobbing beside him, all while Isiah watched the s*x video.

And he watched it until the bitter end, where his best friend Reggie, grunting like a pig pulled out of Maybelle's p***y and sprayed his seed across her thighs and belly, ropes of c*m that was added to the tapestry of milky fluids that were already dripping from her breasts and thighs from the other five generous donors in the film.

Isiah had had no words and had simply become violently ill at the conclusion of the film.

The pain was sharp and resounding in his heart like a scream. But it was the disgust and the feeling of betrayal that he couldn't shake in the end.

And perhaps what bothered Isiah the most was the fact that Maybell had been a virgin when they meet as teens. And it was to Isiah that she had given herself too, when they had both started to desire more than friendship from each other.

Isiah had loved her innocence and sweetness...and took a supreme pleasure at plucking her flower and putting his touch to her flesh. Making her his had been the stuff of love songs and ballads....transcendent, for no other reason than because it was Maybell, his love and companion.

Bile came up from his guts like lava leaving him trembling and unsettled as the implications of the whole even to started to hit home for the man.

"I didn't mean too! I don't know how this happened Isiah! I love you...I love you...!"

Maybell's words poured out and the anguish that had been on her face had pulled at him, but in the end Isiah had started to push her away. He had planned to never see her again.

But Maybell had sat at his feet, on her knees, screaming for his forgiveness and Isiah couldn't find it in himself.

"Ill do anything!" Maybell had sobbed holding on to his knees, sobbing into his pants.

That promise would prove to be her downfall. That promise struck an ugly cord within him that day, two weeks ago, after watching the s*x tape.

An ugly vindictive cruel emotion had swept across his psyche and over run the young man's mind. Transforming pain and love into sadistic and unchecked fury.

He was a man maddeningly in love.