Chapter Fourteen
Artemis
I don’t understand how it is that I keep getting Mark wound up for some fun and Susie gets first go at him. Granted, it looks like I broke up a struggle for continuance of life, but goddamn; when would it be my turn first for once?
What gets me the most is that this could have been completely fucking avoided if Slum Lord of the Century had made sure that my goddamn pipes worked before I moved in. Coffee is the only thing I’ve been on the hunt for and, so far, the only sip I’ve been able to get I’ve had to share with his dick.
I knew I should have ran away when I realized he was the landlord here, but I just can’t help playing with him from time to time. Showing him the goods has always been fun, but he’s only just recently gotten to touch and it drives me fucking nuts that I have to share that damn touch with someone else. I still haven’t figured out why it bothers me so much, which is adding to my mania when it comes to Mark’s dick.
Fuck.
I let the cold water fly so violently out of the glass I had come back into the room holding that I almost let go of the glass itself. That could have definitely added to the fray. It seems that the splash was enough to get their attention and it seems even more that the anger sitting plain as day on my face is holding their attention.
At some point, I would imagine that Mark will stop with his reverse choke hold, and I’m almost certain that at the same time, Susie will let go of his cock. But honestly, those are the only things I’m certain of right now. And even those certainties are too shaky to be anything other than the fleeting moments that keep slipping just out of my grasp. I haven’t been able to hold on to a moment long enough yet to make it my own and it’s starting to crack my already flawed core.
I wanted something to be mine for once; no matter how much it grossed me out at times, but I’ve never had anything for my very own. Not even this fucking place I lived in; renting is not the same as owning and as I stand here watching them with open mouths, gasping for air, staring at me in shock and curiosity, I wonder if I even matter anymore.
The only thought going through my mind now is to leave Susie Q alone with Mark. I shouldn’t even be here. This isn’t my life; not the way I had imagined it. All I wanted was a world where I could sit alone in my own space, drink endless amounts of coffee, and fuck myself to parody porn whenever I wanted.
And now I’m standing in the room of some girl that I just met watching her and my Uncle Mark on the bed getting ready for some rough fuck of some sorts. What have I brought to this? An extra pussy and cold water.
I hate to think that’s all I would ever be in a situation like this. I hate to think that since I know I’ll never amount to anything more than the thoughts of others, that I have to be resigned to whatever the whims of my masters wish me to be.
I hate it so much.
It’s like an animal being trapped in a cage, forced to perform whenever there’s a crowd, when all I ever truly wanted was to be left alone.
I don’t mind having been fucked by Mark. I don’t mind that he fucked Susie on top of me. What Idomind is that it’s never justme.
“I can’t do this anymore,” I say to myself more than to them. My voice is something I don’t quite recognize anymore. Forlorn, cracked, and completely unlike me.
I set the glass down on the floor of the bedroom, turn on my heel, and walk out of the room. I’m not sure why this is coming over me so suddenly. I’m usually the kind of girl to see anything through; no matter how fucked up the situation is, yet I can’t seem to want to stay in a placement of this magnitude knowing that the end result is going to be me as an accomplice or just the third-wheel-hole to fuck.
“Wait, Lydia!” Susie manages to croak out.
“For the last fucking time, my name isArtemis,” I hiss at her over my shoulder.
And this is your fucking problem now.
