Page 38 of The Invite
I mean, who makes themselves at home in someone else’s house? An unhinged and arrogant person, that’s who. Despite being suspended, he’s walking around as though he’s untouchable. Sadly, he is.
He’s gone for half an hour and I’m still rattled.
It’s been a long day. Everything that occurred today is catching up to me and I’ve never felt more drained of energy. My mind is a jumbled mess and my body is still tingling from a forced orgasm.
I drag myself upstairs to my bedroom.
When I enter, the memories from the evening flashes in slow motion. I remember how I jolted from head to toe when I saw my lost phone sitting innocently on the mattress. It now lies on the floor. It must’ve fallen when he wrestled me to the bed and we scuffled.
Bending, I grab and put it on the mattress.
The family picture is right where he placed it.
My parents’ smiling faces stare back at me. Except, the happiness I once felt every time I looked at it is now tainted. Crossing the distance, I pick it up along with my folded clothes left on the chair by Augustus and carry it into the closet. Dumping the garments, I bury the photo frame at the bottom.
Removing the robe, I put on a fresh pair of panties and an old off-the-shoulder tee.
Walking out, I climb straight into my bed and lie down. But I’m unable to shake off the memories of what Augustus and I did in it. Desperately needing a distraction, I snatch my old phone, which still has all my data, and unlock it.
The screen is splintered at the bottom left corner but miraculously, the touch sensor is still working. Buying a second-hand replacement was a total waste. I could’ve used the moneyto purchase new locks. I wonder if I can return it and get my money back.
Another reason to hate Augustus’s guts.
He will return tomorrow with God knows what sort of torture planned for me. I’m not one to curse but I so badly want to hurl insults at him.
He’d probably find it amusing.
Stop thinking about him, Nessa.
Without wondering, I click on the Trilltok app and immediately wish I hadn’t, because men in masks fill my vision.
I’ve never believed in the theory that phones and devices have ears and listen to our conversation or thoughts until now as my nightmare stares back at me.
I scroll through my feed and sigh.
Yes, I’ve too succumbed to my obsession with masked men and bikers on social media late at night while lying alone in my bed. They’re everywhere. But I never thought I’d come across one in real life and have it turn my life upside down.
Now I can’t help but ponder if they’re all psychopaths and predators.
Are they hiding darker proclivities?
Do they all have black souls?
Is chasing and seducing not just for the cameras?
I feel ashamed for finding them attractive at all. For even imagining for a second how it would feel to be on the receiving end of their attention. Nonetheless, I can’t stop scrolling and hating the rapidly rising pulse between my thighs.
I come across a random guy dressed as Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley fromCall of Dutywho bursts into one fake abandoned house as a Goth girl hides in the room while he looks around for her. The dark and seductive music with drums in the background melts with the thrilling acting of the pair.
Every emotion the girl is experiencing I feel tenfold.
The fear.
The rush.
The breathlessness.
The video ends just as he pulls at the door she’s hiding behind and my gasp mirrors hers. I swallow and stare at the ceiling because as powerful as watching this was, it was minuscule compared to the dark and controlling euphoria Augustus evoked inside me.
