“You came to me, remember?”
Furrowing my brow, I sigh. This is so odd, verbally not talking to someone who’s talking to me while I text them back. Why are we even doing it this way? This isn’t what I thought I was going to get when I agreed to this plan.
Lizzie
Can you hear me if I speak out loud?
“I modified a hearing aid for this sole purpose. I can hear anything you do, and you will keep it in your ear until I tell you to take it out.”
A shiver runs down my spine. Biting my lip, I look down at the phone in my hands. Perhaps this was just a way to talk back when I wasn’t available to verbally answer. I clench the phone in my hand tightly.
“Okay,” I say out loud, feeling slightly more comfortable than before.
“Good. Now, get back to what you were doing.”
“What I was doing?” Confusion swarms my mind. I was waiting for the package, and now I’m doing nothing.
“Bitch! Make dinner for your husband!”
I jerk with a start. Right, that’s what I’d been doing. But how would they know that? Saying nothing, I stash the phone away inthe bottom drawer and make my way back to the kitchen. I need to make Reik dinner and then clean up the kitchen afterward, just like I do every night.
“Move faster, or you’ll be punished.” That mechanical voice is a chime in my ear, reminding me of everything I need to do next and that every move I make is being watched.
I can barely focus as I heat the skillet and slice up the onions. Reik is still sitting in his chair, scrolling on his phone, and doing nothing. He’s not even paying attention to me.
“You’re disgusting for wanting someone to come into your nice home and kidnap you. People would kill for the life you have.”
I stumble, dropping the spatula so that it rattles onto the counter. BandAid42 isn’t wrong. I am disgusting for wanting this, but no matter how many times I’ve tried to make myself stop, I haven’t been able to do it. And I don’t like to shame people for what interests them, so long as everyone is on the same page. Which BandAid42 and I clearly are.
“You want me to rape you, to take you right now, in front of Reik. Make him watch you suffer.”
Glancing toward Reik, I tense. He has no idea what BandAid42 is whispering in my ear; he doesn’t understand my fantasies and desires. He’d never get it. And now I understand why there are two devices—there’s no way that BandAid42 could keep up this tension with just a phone.
“Shall we make him watch while I plunder you?”
My pussy tingles. Biting my lip, I stir the food as best I can, but I’m so distracted by the way my body reacts to every comment BandAid42 makes. I want it. I want them to be here in the housewith me, forcing me to be as dirty as I know I am, to fuck me so hard that I can’t see straight.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? All good sluts like to be watched.”
I hum, morphing my unintentional moan into something that Reik won’t immediately recognize. I plate up his food quickly and go to set it in front of him, bending down.
“Yes, that is a fine ass.”
Gasping, I nearly drop the plate onto the floor. Reik scowls at me, but since I catch it and set it down, he doesn’t say anything.
“I-I think I’m still not feeling all that good.” I don’t make myself a plate, and instead, I leave, straight back to the spare bedroom where I feel like I’m living. “You’re insane,” I murmur to BandAid42.
“No. I’m doing exactly what you want me to.” There’s a low, amused chuckle. “You came to me, remember? So cum for me. Now.”
“C-cum?” I stutter over the word.
“Now.”
“But what if Reik comes up here?”
“Let him.”
“I don’t?—”
