Page 129 of Depravity

The man with the camera moves it around to face my father. He’s talking, presenting almost. Xavier is close, too close. I don’t like him. I don’t like how he looks at me. How he hurts me.

As Xavier gets onto the bed, I know he’s going to do it again. My father said to pretend, but I know this isn’t Conrad. And besides, Conard hurt me too.

They all hurt me. Every single one of them.

They lied and they tricked me. Tricked.

Trick or treat.

But no treats for me. Just pain. Pain and pain.

The screen flickers in front of me, casting grotesque images across the walls of my office.

I don’t know how this tape got here, but I know what it means.

A chill creeps down my spine as I see her face, as I see the way she’s laying on a bed.

Her eyes dart about, but there’s a vacancy to them which tells me she’s been drugged.

She’s naked. Completely exposed.

My anger flares to see her like that, to see her on show and knowing that all those figures there are looking at her too. My wife. Mine.

A hooded figure steps in front of the camera, blocking my view of her. I can’t make out his face, but I can tell from the build that it is a man.

“Conrad,” The man says in a strange, distorted voice. “As you can see, we have your wife…”

He turns, creating enough distance that I can see Brynn again.

She lets out a whimper and with horror, I realise what she’s doing.

She’s touching herself? What the fuck?

“Show your husband.” The man taunts, “Show him how much you’re missing him.”

“Conrad,” She says, sounding like a robot.

What the fuck is this? She’s got some sort of bullet vibrator, and she’s masturbating right there, while all those men stand around and watch her. I can hear her cunt, I can see how wet she is.

Oh, I knew I was making her an addict, but it wasn’t so others could enjoy her. It was meant to be for me. Solely me. For my pleasure. My satisfaction.

She lets out a long deep gasp, sinking into the mattress more.

And a man clambers onto the bed. Unlike the others, he’s not wearing a cloak, but he does have a hood on. Only a hood. Coward won’t even show me his face because he knows what I’d do, that I’d hunt him down.

But I can see his damned cock, I can see his entire naked fucking body.

“No,” I snarl, jumping to my feet. I know this isn’t filmed in real time. I know that this had to have happened at least a few hours ago, but I feel it, I feel that dagger in my heart.

The man gets on top of my wife. Her legs are splayed open from where she was touching herself but he pushes them wider.

She shakes her head as he starts touching her. “No,” She says. “Conrad won’t want it. He won’t.”

“Ssssh,” The man abusing her soothes, “Your husband fixed you, right? He fixed you. So now you’ll be a good girl, won’t you?”

“Good,” Brynn whispers in that timid, confused voice.

The man laughs, all the men laugh.

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