“You can’t imagine how my heart thumped when I walked into the collective. I heard what you were arranging, I tracked your phone there, but I never in my wildest dreams believed I could pull it off.”
His crazed giggle sends shards of metal digging into my brain. That and the knowledge I let this happen. The questions I should have asked, the references I should have demanded, all swept aside because he made it easy to believe him.
I’m a fool and I just got both of us into trouble.
“You’re so different now you’re all grown up,” Andy teases, and my bloodstream crystallises into shards of ice, making my entire body shiver, making everything too cold. “Have you shown him your videos?”
I catch him from the corner of my eye as he turns to Trent, smirking. “They’re worth the watch. She made such a pretty little girl. So eager to please. So happy to get her rewards. You wouldn’t think such a small girl could fit—”
“Shut up,” I scream at him. “You shut your mouth.”
Trent struggles harder. The chair legs thump against the ground. His roars of outrage barely contained by the masking tape.
Andy’s finger squirms inside me, delighting in my agony, at Trent’s stifled cries. “When I saw your videos, I thought nothing could be better.”
He slaps me on the arse with his free hand, the fingers of the other still penetrating me, scratching me with his sharp nails.
“But this is a million times better. I get to fuck you while your boyfriend watches, then I get to pull on this twist tie until the light goes out of your eyes. Not exactly what the old man had planned for you, but he can get fucked if he thinks I’m passing up this opportunity.”
I buck against him, so flooded with fear that my mind whites out, turning me into a ball of futile instincts, every path to escape already blocked.
When I come back to myself, his lower body grinds against me, the weight pinning me to the mattress. His upper body bends, supported on one hand while he stares straight into my eyes, his glowing with a vicious light.
Trent snuffles around the tape which means he still has an airway. I open my mouth to tell him about the scored ties, order him to struggle harder, that he can get free, then Andy’s hand clamps across my mouth.
“I don’t think you should talk. You’ll put me off my stroke.” His giggle is horrendous, cut glass against my ear drums. “You want to take those clothes off, baby? The camera prefers it when you bare your skin.”
The old instructions pierce into a part of my memory that’s walled off, has been for years. Walled off and bricked up with warning tape crisscrossed over top in case that wasn’t enough.
My uncle with his hand on my knee, urging me to strip.“It’s just us here, baby. Ignore the cameraman. Keep your eyes on me.”
Not again.
I kick out, hitting the side of his ankle but that won’t do shit. I try to haul myself upwards, get my knees under my chest but all that happens is my arse grinds into his crotch, against his erect dick.
“Fuck yes. Just like that, baby.” That giggle again, razor blades across my brain.
He jams his fingers back inside me, curling and twisting and stretching. The invasion so unwelcome that I nearly vomit.
A self-preservation instinct kicks in, driving back the nausea. He might pull his hand away if I throw up, but he might just let me choke on it. Who the fuck knows?
“You got any requests, big man?” Andy turns his attention to Trent. “I aim to please.”
I can’t get free. My arms are spread the width of the king size bed, my windpipe crushed against the fancy piping that stretches above the baseboard. The best I can do it twist my head to the side so the plastic won’t cut into my windpipe as cleanly.
He lets go of my mouth, settling farther down my body, pulling my legs apart before landing between them, curving his hands under my stomach, reaching up to grope my tits.
“Nothing? No suggestions? Guess it’s just down to me, then.” He growls, pinching my nipple so hard I see flashes of white. “Luckily, I have a long list of interests and according to your chart, we’ve got nothing but time.”
Trent makes a muffled noise that could be a shout. Could be anything.
If I alert Trent about the restraints, it’ll tell Andy at the same time. I don’t know what he has planned, but in the seconds it takes Trent to respond, he could hurt him, kill him even.
Provoke Trent. That’s a better bet.
Get whatever monster he thinks lives under his skin to come to the fore and take care of the problem lying on top of me, sitting back and playing with my hair like the fucking freak he is.
He moves again, clicking his tongue against his teeth. “Almost forgot,” Andy says, getting off the bed and taking a phone from his pocket. He moves out of my view but judging from the renewed struggles from Trent, he’s propping the device on or near him.
