Page 37 of Fragmented Illusions
I’m at their mercy, completely. Wholly.
But I have the most sickening feeling they don’t show mercy.
“Answer.Now,” Silent growls, and his fingers dig into the flesh of my thigh, precariously close to a place I truly don’t want him, no matter how deranged I am. The hand moves from my mouth and instead of screaming like the entirety of my body is telling me to do, I listen to my demented brain and play along.
I’m playing survival of the fittest now.
I only hope I make it out in the end, though I know the odds are bleak, to say the least.
“Wh-which one am I supposed to answer?” I manage to spit out in between heaving breaths.
“You want this,don’t you?” Creepy groans, putting emphasis on the last two words. I feel the mattress sink under his weight as he shifts closer to me. Both of them are crowded around me. Silent hovers above my body, impossibly still. I’m sure his arms are burning from the effort of holding himself above me, but he doesn’t show an ounce of any strain.
Creepy is near my head, resting on his knees with his ass on his heels. He is in a kneeling position and for the smallest fraction of a second, I imagine way too many explicit things. Things like him kneeling on the floor in front of me, his head buried between my thighs as Silent stands at my back, his hands…
Swallowing hard, I squeeze my eyes shut, attempting to clear my head, but it’s almost impossible. I’m impossibly hot. It feels as if every inch of my skin is being touched, caressed,burnedin their presence.
The slightest creak of the bedframe brings me back to the now—not that I ever truly left before. I need to answer them honestly. I know if I lie, they’ll know. Even though I have become an excellent liar over many years, lying day in and day out in order to survive and actually have a life for myself, I know they will figure it out.
“I’m not sure,” I spit out the words and then pinch my lips shut, keeping myself from saying anymore. I want to explain what I mean. That my body wants things, but my brain is telling me how wrong it is. How wrongIam.
“You do. It’s all in your body language. Your breathing. Your dilated pupils. Your pebbled, pretty little nipples. The scent of your arousal.”
My eyes shoot open wide and land on Creepy’s masked face. Obviously, his mask can’t move, but I know he’s smirking at my alarmed expression. Heat blooms on my cheeks and quickly spreads down my neck, across my chest, and flushing my entire torso before settling between my thighs in a constant dull throb.
I bring my legs together to dull the ache, but they are trapped by legs as hard as steel.
Silent sits back on his haunches, his position mirroring Creepy’s, and I can’t help but feel a small sense of power at the two men kneeled at my body, seemingly worshiping me.
Maybe if I give in to them, it won’t be so bad.
Who are you trying to fool, Fallon?
You already did.
You stopped fighting. Your legs are spread and you’re compliant.
Fuck.
I can’t give up that easily. I can’t… But I want to, so bad. The things they’re making me feel… I feel free. Unburdened.
I feelseen.
And I’ve never felt seen a day in my life. Not by anyone. Not my parents, ex-best friend. Not even Nat. No. One.
I bring my gaze back to Silent in front of me. I jut my chin out as I feign confidence I’m not feeling. He knows that but he doesn’t say anything about it.
Of course he doesn’t; I call him Silent for a reason.
“Get off of me.”
Silent doesn’t move. Not one muscle as he continues to stare. It’s Creepy whose laugh breaks the tension multiplying by the millisecond. His laugh is maniacal.Creepy. It suits him but that doesn’t stop the goosebumps from breaking out across my flesh, so forceful they hurt.
Creepy claps his hands a few times before jumping off of the bed and moving around the room. I don’t know what he’s doing because I don’t move my gaze from Silent, but he’s doing something.
Silent is still unmoving between my legs and the pulse that has settled at my core only grows more pronounced.
Finally,finally,Silent moves and when he does, he trails his gloved finger between my breasts which move slightly from my breathing. He trails his finger down my stomach, across my belly button.
