Page 19 of Cyber Revenge

Posted. No tags. No captions. Just dropped into the void with the rest of the thirsty masked men.

But she’d know.

She always knows.

It doesn’t take long.

An hour later, I see her light click on upstairs.

Then, her phone slips out of her hand.

She doesn’t even pick it up right away.

Good girl.

That means she felt it. Deep. Between her legs, behind her ribs. That ache only I seem to pull out of her.

But she doesn’t message me.

Not right away.

I sit there, still half-hard from the adrenaline and the fury, waiting. Holding my phone like it owes me something.

Then finally,

[lydie.live sent you a Snap.]

I open it fast.

It’s a mirror pic.

She’s out of her date clothes, back in one of those loose crop tops, tits bouncing underneath, hair wild, lip bitten hard.

Caption:

“He kissed my cheek goodnight. You would’ve ruined me against the door.”

My grip tightens on the phone.

And something in my chest snaps.

I’m not playing in the background anymore.

Let Patrick hold her hand. Let him buy her roses. Let him pretend he’s the good guy for now.

I’ll be the one she screams for in the dark.

I’ll be the one who leaves bruises she loves, where no one can see.

I’ll be the one shebelongsto when everything else breaks.

And if Patrick ever puts his hands on her the wrong way…

I’ll bury him.

TWELVE

PATRICK

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