Page 49 of Our Little Dove

Alive.

“Good boys. Ready to give me a full answer?” Alex’s voice sounds so far away as she pulls my pants into place and leans down to unchain my ankles before she leads me back to my spot on the floor.

I’m locked in again as I sit on the icy surface. I watch her as she dresses Fintan before leading him back to his space. The click of the lock on his chains echoes loudly in the void of my mind.

“What is Hush?” she asks again but this time her question is directed at me, and I feel drained. Like I have no fight left in me at this moment.

I should just tell her the truth. I know Fin will be angry, but I didn’t want to do this to her in the first place. We had to… Fuck. I just fucked him. This is too much.

I clear my throat and shake my head to ease the fog that snakes through every corner of my mind. “It’s a company that operates on the dark web.” My voice cracks as I answer.

“Go on,” she says, taking a seat on the floor a few inches from me. Her stare is intense, but I can’t bear to look into her beautiful eyes.

“We are ‘actors’. Viewers request content, and we make it happen, no questions asked. They can request anything; nothing is off limits. We are not the only actors and plenty of them do not have limits listed on their profiles. We have a few.”

Fintan rattles his chains as he adjusts his back against the wall. The fire in his gaze is back as if nothing happened. I admire his ability to compartmentalize.

“Hush: guaranteed to make your dick hard or your pussy wet. We capitalize on people’s darkest, most twisted, and sometimes illegal sexual fantasies,” he says with venom in his deep voice.

She turns to look at him since I refuse. “I was a fucking job. You got paid to fuck me. Degrade me. Mark me. Destroy me. How much?”

He stammers as she crawls toward him, her leather dress so short I can see the entirety of her ass as she moves. “How. Much.”

She grips his throat and leans in close, forcing him to face her completely. “We got $200k in installments for the content we made that night,” I admit, my voice coming out hoarse when Fintan refuses to answer.

She releases him and sits back. Silence deafens the room for minutes before she gets up and moves toward the stairs. “Hmm… two hundred thousand dollars—a bought and paid for sex toy. That’s enough for tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow,” she says, sounding defeated yet angry as she ascends the steps and locks the basement door behind her.

I pace around outside the door, my anger threatening to burn me from the inside.

They made two hundred fucking thousand dollars on a non-consensual sex tape, and I was the star of the show. Hush paid them for it. How much did they make on the other videos I found on that phone?

Part of me wants to take that money. I am in their expensive video after all. I wonder how they will feel if I hack their Hush account and upload the little movie I made of them.

But another part of me rebels against the idea, shaking my head furiously at the sheer violation of it all.

Do I want their dirty money? How could they do this to me?

My fists clench at my sides, my nails digging into my palms as I fight the urge to scream and rage against the reality of it all. I can’t go to the cops, and I can’t pretend to be the victim in this scenario.

That would’ve been a valid card to play if I hadn’t done the same thing to them and technically, they had consent, in writing, only it was not mine, but Molly consented on my behalf. We were both tricked.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself as I stomp down the hallway and push open the home office door.

The computer hums softly in the corner, the screen casting an eerie glow in the dimly lit room. My heart pounds in my chest as I sit down in front of the monitor. The cursor blinks tauntinglyat me, urging me to uncover the truth that lies within its digital depths.

With trembling fingers, I navigate through the files and folders I found on the phone, each click echoing loudly in the silence.

And then I find it – the video Kieran and Fintan made for Hush. I press play, my breath catching in my throat as the images flicker to life on the screen.

But as I watch, a sinking feeling settles in the pit of my stomach. This video is different from the one they sent me. Other than this one being so much longer, my face is blurred in this version, the only identifiable detail is my hair.

The footage starts the same way as the unblurred version I received but they seem to have recorded the entire night and edited bits and pieces together; I was unconscious in the first few minutes but then it cuts to the game of chase they made me play.

I have hazy memories of all of this. They blurred my face in every frame. Why? Do they keep all their footage anonymous? Is that the reason for their masks?

I was merely the prey for their game of chase. Their prize. They must have had cameras all over that building. The focus is on them—even as they toy with me and fuck me, the cameras are focused on their movements and not on my helplessness.

I lean back in my chair, disbelief washing over me in icy waves. The footage is expertly edited, and I don’t know how to feel.

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