Page 34 of After Our Kiss

- Chapter Twelve -

Georgia Mary King

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Istopped counting how many times I'd come, but whatever the final number was, that last, earth shattering orgasm was too much. It knocked me out cold.

When I awoke, I was still in the damp clothes. Conway—who else could it have been—had left me a long t-shirt, gray sweats, and pink boy-short cut underwear. Changing, I put the old clothes in a pile by the door.

Alone as I was, I checked myself over, confirming all my pieces were still there. On the surface they were, but inside... I wasn't as certain.

I was getting hungry when Conway opened the door.

“Hi,” I whispered, sitting up. I didn't know how to behave around him, not after what he'd done to me...after what he'd watched me do. The memory turned my whole face red.

He offered a bottle of water and half a peanut butter sandwich. Without question I scarfed the food, then chugged the water down. “How do you feel?” he asked when I was finished.

“Confused,” I admitted. “And you, what the hell areyoufeeling?”

Unshouldering the canvas bag, he walked to the corner. “Ready to continue.”

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Days blurred into evenings and I lost sense of time.

Conway showed me video after video. He had a massive collection. Everyone was nameless beyond Whore, Slut, Bitch, Sir, or Master. I detested the domination theme. I also couldn't deny how it turned me on.

At night, the raspy moans of the women with no names haunted me. Often, I awoke in a cold sweat, certain I'd heard them inside of the walls. Were they in the room with me? Was the tablet still playing?

It never was—I was always alone.

There was a good chance I was losing my mind.

What truly amazed me was that I wasn't being starved. The food he brought me was basic dry goods—peanut butter, tuna from a can, banana chips. Things you didn't need to keep refrigerated. It made me wonder about the set up in the house.

“Why is there power for the lights, but for nothing else?” I asked him one day.

He reached for the empty paper plate next to me on the bed. I let him take it. “We have a generator we use sparingly, only for what's necessary.”

Rubbing my arms, I clicked my teeth. “Guess heat doesn't count as necessary. Or is this another mind game where I'm the only one freezing and you and Lonnie are cozy-warm at night?”

He arched an eyebrow. “I'm sorry if you're cold.”

“You could give me a blanket.”

“That's not happening.”

“So itisa mind-fuck game. You're not starving me like Facile, you're doing your own fun torture. Clever.”

“I'm not torturing you for fun—” he stopped himself, but I'd touched a nerve. He didn't like me comparing him to his father. I clung to that. “The generator has limited juice. We need it to last.”

“Until when?”

He turned away, reaching for the canvas bag I'd learned to fear. The camera came out. “Lie on your back.”

Every answer he denied me gave me a fuller picture of the situation.The generator has to last until we're ready to leave the island. Well, maybe not all of us.

There's no guarantee I'll be going anywhere.

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