Page 33 of Fragments
Just like Gage holding you down and raw fucking you to pieces…
Because youdeserveto hurt. To be degraded, ripped apart, and left for dead.
It’s all you have to offer.
With my wrists throbbing and an ice pack in my pants, I crawl back into bed. My entire body feels like a festering wound as I curl up and wince at the hopelessness in my gut. All night long, I’m stuck in this hole of internal torment. For hours after the lights go off in the row, I’m just… obsessing. Neurotic and jealous, and so veryfucked up.
When I’m alone, I disappear. And in prison, you’re alone alot. Which is why I’ve spent pretty much my entire time here trying not to be. That’s the part Lex doesn’t understand. He thinks Ichooseto hurt him on purpose, but it’s more of a burden than anything.
My urges drive me, not the other way around. Betraying him was just a different version of opening a vein in a room full of my mother’s friends.
The next morning, my body seems to have recovered, but my head is more jumbled than ever. I’m sure if I were a normal person, I’d join my friends for breakfast. Play nice with Dash, apologize to Lex and Byron for involving them in my mess, and work on regaining their trust.
But I think we all know that’s not how I function.
Instead, I wait until Rook is inside my cell, delivering me the new charger for my iPad, and I punch my manipulative slut timecard.
“I’m gonna need another favor, Harley,” I croon, stepping in front of him so he can’t leave.
His mossy green gaze narrows on my face. “You seem to forget that of the two of us,you’rethe prisoner here, 48.”
“Oh, trust me, I’m well aware of that fact.” I reach out to brush my fingers through his sandy-blonde hair, and he jerks away from me. “I’m also pretty damn certain Velle would tear your ass to shreds if he found out how much you enjoy sneaking in here when you’resupposedto be working. And not in the good way.”
His jaw ticks visibly. “What the fuck do you want, Ren?”
I smirk triumphantly. “I need you to get me alone with Dash.”
“Why?” His brow arches.
“Why do you think?”
He pauses for a moment, staring at me like I’m a creature from another planet, before conceding with a huff. “Fine. Where would you like to go, your highness?”
“That empty room between the caf and the showers,” I tell him. “The one that used to be an infirmary or some shit.”
He runs his fingers through his hair, breathing out slowly. “Sure. Whatever. But this squares us. No more bullshit favors. I’m done making deals with the devil.”
I purse my lips, leaning in close to his ear. “It’s sweet that you think that.”
Rook growls, quickly cuffing my wrists and yanking me out of my cell. We walk the long corridors without a word until we reach the empty room. Inside, Rook removes my cuffs, but when I notice he isn’t leaving, I peek up at him.
“So… Luthor is straight?” he asks, and my spine stiffens.
“Where’d you hear that?” I glare at him.
“Nowhere.” He shrugs. “I’m just wondering…”
“If you’re thinking of trying to get him on his knees, you might as well just chop your dick off now and save me the hassle,” I hiss with sudden rage pumping in my veins.
Rook’s brow arches, his lips curving into a rather dimply snide smirk as he tilts his head. “I waswonderingwhy you can’t seem to seal the deal. Is it because he doesn’t want dick?”
My anger retreats just a tad, though the frustration of his words is still very much alive. “He doesn’t know what he wants… And asyounow know from personal experience, there’s no such thing asstraightin here.”
His grin fades, and he blinks at me. “You don’t know shit about my situation, 48.”
“I know that you nut like someone who probablythoughthe was straight once…” I smirk.
He grumbles, “So hopping on Dash’s dick will… what? Have Luthor falling in love with you?? Make it make sense.”
