I growled.I didn’t want to watch him ride a toy…I wanted him to ride my cock.
Which was a problem.
Chapter12
Timothy
Farrow hadslunk under the bed and vanished.No goodbye or anything, the same as last time.What did I expect from a monster?Nothing, yet it was disappointing.I’d hoped that he’d pull his dick out and finish in front of me.Perhaps I hadn’t been good enough.But if he wasn’t enjoying it, what did he want the videos for?
I pulled on a clean pair of boxers and walked around the bed to turn off my laptop.I reviewed the recording, but all I saw was a vague dark shape that might have been nothing.Even his shadow on the wall lacked definition.
But it was enough to prove that I had not imagined Farrow.
He was real.
The longer I studied the recording, the more the shadow lost definition, and the doubts rose.Was I losing my mind?
With a shake of my head, I closed the laptop and turned away.Maybe I needed a different kind of camera, one that worked better in the dark.
I needed a lot of things, but my part-time minimum wage job wasn’t going to provide them.Neither was my father.I can only imagine what he’d say if I asked for a camera that recorded in the dark, or that I wanted to increase my collection of toys.
There were places online that sold all kinds of weird dildos.One of them might be fun, or I could just use what I already had.Why should I care about what kind of show I put on?
It wasn’t as though I was getting anything out of it.
What I needed was some extra money.
I turned off the bathroom light and flopped into bed.The one thing I hadn’t thought to negotiate was how long this would continue.Obviously, when I moved out of home, it would end.Then Farrow could go back to terrorizing Taya and Bunny.
I fell asleep thinking of Farrow’s ever-shifting eyes and the way he watched me as if he wanted to devour me.I needed to record him.
* * *
When I got homefrom stacking shelves, my bedroom door was open, and Bunny was sleeping in the middle of my bed, which was fine when I was home, but I had shut my door before I left.I glanced around my room searching for anything that had been moved, but I didn’t notice anything with my first glance.
I tossed my jacket over the chair.When I’d put it on this morning, I’d found a twenty-dollar note in the pocket, which I didn’t remember stuffing in there, but that was the joke, wasn’t it?People were always pulling their coats out of the cupboard and finding money in the pockets.That was something Mom had always laughed about.She said she was lucky.
I’d also found a scratchie, unscratched, on the bus.It was still in my wallet, waiting for me to see if I’d carried around a bit of cardboard all day or if I’d won something on it.For a moment, I closed my eyes and fantasized about winning the twenty-five-thousand-dollar prize.That would be sweet.I’d be out of this place so fast…
Not that twenty-five thousand went far, so I needed to pass the rest of my subjects and finish my degree.
“Why are you in my room, girl?”
She looked up and gave a half-hearted wag of her tail.
“Well, I’m sorry for disturbing you.”
Bunny glared at me as if I should be sorry, then rolled over and went back to sleep.I walked through to the kitchen expecting to be on my own, but Dad sat at the kitchen table eating lunch.He must be working from home today.
“You were in my room.”There was no point in pretending it had been anyone but him.
“It’s my house.”He didn’t bother to look at me.
“What were you looking for this time?”I grabbed a glass and poured some orange juice.“Porn magazines?It’s all online these days.”
“You need to leave your door open when you aren’t in there.”
“Why?I don’t want Taya in there touching my things, breaking my models, my laptop, and such.”
