5 Huge Belly (1/2)

His hair was black and thick, and his hair was wet on his forehead. Some blood spilled over his temple over his left ear. The man groaned. Under his armpits, huge sweat stains had spread on his midnight blue silk shirt. The beige pants had slipped down to his ankles with his underpants and fell on his expensive, hand-sewn Italian shoes.

The man was fat, with a tremendous throb that fell down to his thighs as he sat. His cock had shrunk and was not visible under the huge belly.

Sam walked up and down in front of him and stroked a strand of hair from his forehead. Her breathing was violent and intermittent, as if she had just completed a 200 m sprint. Grief lurked like a huddled black shadow in the farthest corner of her mind, ready to leap at her like a predator at any moment.

She was afraid of losing her mind if she allowed herself to give in to her grief.

A jolt went through her body. She squatted in front of the man and pulled on the buckle of his belt until she held the belt completely in her hands. The man mumbled something indistinct” What ??”

Silently she cut his pants in the middle with the hedge trimmer. How well this rusty thing still worked. She tied his right foot with the help of the belt to a chair leg. Silently, she straightened up, pulling her belt off her jeans and tying his left foot to the chair. The man raised his head and looked at her in panic. ”Please, I'm hurt. I need help ...”

Sam felt something in her mind tear softly. With a catlike movement, she reached into the man's full hair, jerked his head back and brought her lips close to his left ear. She smelled his sour sweat and expensive aftershave.

”You get any help you deserve here?” she hissed at him. The man rushed to the window, then to the door.

”Please, I have money, I'll give you what you want, you can get out of this bastard and afford you a life of luxury ...” he conjured her.

”You have nothing you could give me. Except for one thing ...”

The man licked his beady lips frantically. ”Everything, everything you want ...”

Sam's eyes were as hard as steel. How many fingers on your right hand did you touch her with?

The man looked at her blankly. ”What?”

Sam repeated the question slowly, as if she were talking to a slow-witted child.

How many fingers on your right hand did you touch her with?