Page 10 of Borrowed
She was close to coming on my fingers, close to giving Toby what he wanted.
Her body wiggled, and my fingers were so fast I couldn’t see them anymore, but I heard Mila scream.
A small scream.
Not like the rabbits.
Her voice was pretty.Her come was warm, and it spilled onto my hands like a river of heat.
“Mmm.You are so good at playing with your toys, Zusje.”
I licked my lips, letting Toby kiss me to taste her sweetness.
“I like to play with you, Toby,” I said, pushing my fingers into the slit of bandages where his open mouth waited.
“Fucking play.Look at her.So quiet after coming all over her bed.Naughty girl.She needs to say, “Thank you.”
I giggled, ignoring the cramp in my palm and the twinge in my wrist.Mila was quiet.She didn’t wiggle anymore.Coming was a lot for her.She must have gone back to sleep.
“Silly Mila.Fine.Playtime can wait.Good night, Mila cat.”
Toby woke me up from sleep.He was standing over me, his shadow splitting my chest like a blade.
“Come on, Twin Sister.Wake up.It’s time to show me.Show me while the others sleep.”
I flinched before I moved.My whole body knew the rhythm of him now, how he entered a room, how he demanded the air bend around him.
“You’re too quiet,” he said, his voice thick, low, coiled.“Are you forgetting me?You know I don’t like those pills you took, Tabby.Pills make people quiet like Mila.”
“No,” I whispered, breath hitching as I sat up.The room was freezing.My thighs were bare, my skin sticky with sweat, and Mila’s come.
I didn’t forget.
I never could.Not when he looked at me like that.Mila was still sleeping and still hadn’t thanked Toby or me for making her come.
“Prove it then, Zusje.”
My heart stuttered fast now like Delia’s and Trumpet’s.I didn’t ask how.Toby never liked questions, only obedience.
The pencil was still on my bed, left…where he dropped it.It left an imprint on my back where I had slept.I didn’t like pink.It looked like a tongue.I pried the eraser out with my teeth like an animal.All that was left was the metal ring—bent and hungry.
“Look what I made, Toby.”
“Use it.”
I shook my head.
“Use it, Tabitha.”
His voice dropped into me like cold water.I felt it down my spine, right between my legs.He was always so close when he was angry.
Too close.
His breath didn’t feel warm, not like Mila’s.It was cold like ice.
“You said you loved me.Was that a lie?”
“No, no, I—Toby, I love you, I do, please?—”
