Page 128 of Depravity

“Brynn,” My father says, as the mattress sinks. I look up and see him sitting there, looking down at me.

I haven’t moved. I just laid there, still as a statue.

“This is very important,” My father states, “This video is going to your husband,”

“Conrad,” I breathe. But how can that be? Xavier doesn’t like him. Xavier thinkshe’smy husband. My eyes dart to him and my father gently pulls my face back to focus on him.

“It’s okay,” He soothes. “We’re going to play a little game. We’re going to show Conrad how good you’re being.”

Good. I am good.

“We’re going to show him how well he fixed you.” He continues. “Would you like that?”

I nod quickly. Does that mean they were listening? Does that mean that I can go home?

“It’s very important you play your part.” He states.

Part. Apart. Me and Conrad are apart right now. “I want to go home,” I gasp. There are too many eyes here, too many people watching me. Conrad won’t like this. He won’t like this at all.

“And you will,” My father says as I hear Xavier hiss with annoyance. “But to do that, you need to behave. Conrad doesn’t want you back if you’re naughty.”

“But I’m not naughty.” I’m not. I haven’t done anything wrong, I haven’t. It’s not my fault that Xavier touched me, it’s not my fault that the house got burnt down. I didn’t want to leave. I was carried out… Tears start streaming down my face and I try to brush them away, but my father is already there, wiping them like each one is precious.

“You’re a good girl, aren’t you Brynn?” My father says.

I am.

I am. I am. I am.

A buzzing sound fills the air. I jolt as I realise my father is now holding something against my clit. That he’s teasing it, pleasuring me.

“There,” He says, “I told you I’d reward you…”

That need, that awful, desperate need seems to take over everything.

“All you have to do is show Conrad how much you want this, pretend that this man here is Conrad,” He says pointing to Xavier, “…and then he will be happy with you. He’ll be so happy.”

“Happy,” I repeat as my eyes land on the man who’s looking at me like he hates me.

He’s the only one here who’s wearing nothing. I can see his dick hanging limply between his legs.

“A word,” He says to my father, pulling him roughly away.

The vibrator drops, landing between my thighs. I want to pick it up, I need to pick it up. That ache is too much, too desperate. I bite my lip, trying to make myself lie still but I can’t. I can’t.

I can hear Xavier growling. “What the fuck was that?”

“She doesn’t have a clue what’s going on,” My father replies, “The drugs have seen to that, so who cares what we have to say to her? As long as she does what you want while the camera is running, what does it matter?”

Xavier frowns more. “I wanted him to see her crying,” He snarls, “I wanted him to see her being raped because that would motivate him…”

“Trust me,” My father smiles, “Nothing will piss him off more than thinking that she’s enjoying this, that she’s willingly letting everyone fuck her.”

They both look at me. My father smiles gently, reassuringly. Xavier, with that stern look on his face that he always has.

As I stare back, I swear their faces morph. They twist, and Xavier is then pulling a hood down to hide his features as my father shouts out to get recording.

And all the while, I’m doing it. I’m imagining it. I’m touching myself because that’s what makes my husband happy. That’s what he likes.

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