Begging for more.
He fucks me right there. Still bent over the bench. Hands gripping my bruised ass.
I scream when I come.
Another blackout.
I've lost count of how many times I came. How many times I blacked out. How many times he was there, holding me, or petting me, or kissing me when I came back.
The second-to-last file.
My hand hovers over the trackpad.
I don't want to see this.
But I click it anyway.
The timestamp says December 25th, 6:47 AM.
Back on the couch.
The mask is still on and I'm fucking him slow in his lap. Like…slowslow. Like not fucking, but lovemaking.
He's pulling my hair, my neck stretches back, his other hand goes to my throat—ah ha!
There!
He choked me!
But… he doesn't choke me. I put my hand on his, asking him to choke me. He refuses. Instead he plays with my clit until I black out again.
He comes too, groaning and grinding against me. Then he leans back, absently playing with my hair, breathing hard…
My eyes fly open. Panic. Running. Outside. Snow. Syringe.
Then—he carries me inside. Not rough. Gentle.
He lays me on a couch. Wraps a blanket around me.
The camera angle changes. Different room. My apartment.
He's here. In my apartment. Carrying my unconscious body through the door and in to the bathroom. He undresses me.
I watch him peel off the clothes I was wearing—which aren't even mine. I went to his house naked. So these are his clothes.
I crawl out of the fort, walk into the bathroom, and sure enough—the clothes are on the floor. Black sweats and a black t-shirt with a Harvard logo on it, all faded and cracked.
This is real.
This really happened.
I go back into the fort and find the masked man lowering me into my own bathtub. I'm not unconscious, but clearly out of it as he washes my hair.
His hands work shampoo through the strands. Rinses it clean. Conditioner next. He's gentle. So fucking gentle.
He washes my face with a cloth. My neck. My shoulders.
When he lifts me out and dries me off, he's still careful. Holding me up as I wobble in place. Patting the towel against my skin with a gentle firmness.
