Secrets Part 2

I left Sophia in the bedroom tied up and went to the kitchen to get something to drink. My cellphone rang. It was Isabella.
“Hello.” I answered trying my best to sound normal.
“Hey, I have been calling the house I think the phone is off the hook.”
“Yeah, I think something is wrong with the line.” I lied.
“The girls want to say goodnight.”
“Shit, is it night already. Damn it’s already eight o’clock.” I had no idea it was that late.
“What are you and Sophia doing over there? She asked giggling.
“Nothing you would want to know about. Let me talk to the girls so I can get back to Sophia.”
“Okay Mr. Lover-Lover. Here go the girls I will call you tomorrow.”
“I love you Isabella. Never forget that. Thanks for always being there for my girls.” I said knowing she did not have the slightest clue that would be the last time she would hear my voice.
I spoke with my girls telling them how much their daddy loves them and how much their aunt Isabella loves them. This was the hardest thing I have ever had to deal with; knowing that I will not be there for my girls to see them graduate, get married and give me grandchildren but I refuse to live with this disease in my body.
I said goodbye with them blowing me kisses and telling me they love me more. I told them to take care of their aunt Isabella and that I was proud of them and love them to pieces. They were so happy.
The calls from my babies made my stomach feel hollow. For a brief moment I gave thought to changing my mind about destroying Sophia, but only for a brief moment. It was decided, I can’t live with no mothafucking AIDS.
I fell asleep in an arm chair next to the bed. I woke up to find Sophia crawling her way toward the stairs with her hands and legs still bound.
I pulled her ass back into the room and left her on the floor. That bitch doesn’t deserve to die in no fucking bed. Her face was puffy and red from crying. I stepped over her and went back into the chair; I made sure she was facing me. I wanted her to look me in the fucking eyes and see the monster she created.
I got up from the chair and pulled my pants down.
“Suck my dick.” I said holding it in my hands.
She gasped.
“What the fuck are you waiting for? And you better not have any funny ideas about biting my dick or I will pop you one right though the top of your fucking head. Try me bitch.”
Even I couldn’t believe the way I was during that time. It was like something invaded my body and mind and completely destroyed my soul.
She did not say anything. She put her lips on my dick and even through the anger I felt pleasure. She sucked it like we were good and having a loving moment. That shit was so good I kept holding the nut every time it tried to bust out. She did not complain as she gave me a fucking mind-blowing blow job. I let her do it over and over as I busted nut after nut inside her mouth. The last one was practically non-existent, I was drained to nothing. I was drained physically, emotionally and spiritually.
I did not believe in the Almighty God anymore. I was done with that nigga. He let me down. My soul was lost.
The clock struck twelve and without giving it a second thought I took a pillow from the bed placed it over her head as she sat on the floor, she was writhing and moaning but it meant nothing to me at the time.