Page 66 of Fragments
“Yes,”he whispers, pushing back desperately against my hand.“Make me come, Lex.”
“I wanna fuck you…” someone else groans, deep hunger in his tone. “God, Dash, let me fuck you.”
Why is Dash’s name slipping into my dreams??
“Feels so good,”I hum, nipping his shoulder as my orgasm rushes to the surface.“Come on my fingers, sweet flame.”
“I’m gonna…”
My body coils and I erupt quick, stomach clenching, balls contracting with every pulse that shoots out of me, all over him. Soft cries are bouncing off the walls, moans and whimpers from Ren, and me, and Dash?I think?
As it fades off, I feel more movement below me, and I breathe out a long exhale, consciousness still fluttering just beyond my reach. My eyes creep open, and I cringe at the puddle of cum I just left on the bed.Dammit…
Shifting, I nestle up in bed, saying fuck it. Because I’d rather just feel this… the warmth of being back with him, even if it isn’t real.
“What’s your name?” I hear him ask.
It’s Dash… He’s speaking to someone else. Someone who isn’t me.
Maybe he’s dreaming too…
As I drift deeper into my now sated slumber, I remember Ren kissing my neck and whispering that he’dtry not to hurt me.And as good as it felt to believe him, I think I always knew it was a lie.
I wonder who Dash is seeing in his dreams…
And if they’re as complicated as the person I can’t get out of mine.
I wake up with the lights turning on in the row.
To this day, I’m still not sure exactly what time they go on, but my best guess is about six-thirty. Still, I wouldn’t put it past them to do it at different times every day just to fuck with us. They could be on some sort of timer…
Who knows in this tomb.
Regardless of the time, with the flicker on of fluorescent lights comes a Lex Luthor lightbulb.
I damn near shoot up in bed and yell,Eureka!
It just came to me… theperfectdesign for a computer I might actually be able to build in this place.
Flipping around to the bottom of my mattress, I begin sifting through my secret stash of hidden goodies. I’ll need a specific tool for this. I don’t have the time or patience to wait until later so I can borrow a pencil and paper from Ren. This needs to happen now, while the idea is still fresh.
Hmm… what can I use?
I rifle through the contents of my mattress hole, plucking out items as I go.
Toothbrush?No. Too dull. And if we’re being honest, too valuable.
Flashlight?Also no. It needs to be at least relatively sharp.
Soap, mouthwash, bottle of Tylenol, old pack of peanut butter M&M’s I’m saving for a special occasion…
Landon’s copy ofCatcher tn the RyeI’m saving in case we ever need to start a fire.Fucking hate that book.
No no no, none of this will work.
My fingers brush a piece of paper, and I pull it out, unfolding it. It’s actually two sheets. I blink at the first, tugging my lip between my teeth.
It’s the drawing Ren did for me years ago… It started out as a sketch of a tattoo he wanted to give me, of fireworks. But he kept adding to it, making it more and more elaborate, until there was no way he’d be able to make it happen correctly with his shoddy tattoo gun. He’s good,reallygood, but he can only do so much without the proper equipment. At least that’s what he says.
