Page 21 of Better Run
I make enough for all of us. Cole came up from downstairs, and the men talk while I keep silent. I do the dishes. Cole sees me favoring my foot and brings me another pill, which I take immediately. Everyone then relaxes on the couches for a while like some fucked up group of friends.
Jayden is being too neutral since eating. He hasn’t even sent me a disgusted look. I have a feeling this truce will be over the minute the sun goes down.
***
I’m right.
I go to my room to try and avoid it but two shadows stalk in. They stand at the end of my bed with their arms crossed.
“Did you touch yourself today?”
I pull my legs up to my chest. “No.”
Jayden gives me a long stare. “Did you want to?”
My cheeks get hot and I hate myself for it. “No.”
Cole leans in. “Don’t lie to us, pretty girl.” His voice is not at all like it normally is. It’s low and full of promise.
“Yes,” I whisper.
Cole straightens and leaves the room. I panic. Jayden comes around the bed and cuffs me to it. I try and fight him but he bats my hands back like they’re annoying flies.
Cole comes back in with what looks like an old laptop. He opens it, and some movie is pulled up on the screen.
No, not a movie. Porn. And I recognize the actors. They’re the ones I always watch. My gaze jumps to Jayden. “How—”
He presses play, and a loud female moan fills the room. Ass is on full display on the screen as the male mounts behind the bound woman.
“You nasty girl. Do you like how he roughs her up? Takes what’s his?”
I put my hands on my burning cheeks. The sounds of wet flesh slapping on wet flesh begin, so loud in the small room.
Cole places the laptop on the edge of my bed.
Jayden says, “Don’t move it, don’t touch it, and don’t touch yourself.”
They stalk out of the room.
I stare at the laptop, eyes wide. It feels dirty that they know what I watch. Like something very private is being blasted all over social media.
The male actor has switched from pounding the woman’s pussy from behind to eating her out. She’s bound on the bed, hands stretched above her so she can’t stop him. She moans loudly.
Embarrassment fights with my horniness. The shame is overwhelming.
I close my eyes. This will be fine. I won’t let them win this. Everyone watches porn. There is nothing to be embarrassed about.
As I ease my embarrassment and listen to the sounds of fucking though, my horniness rises. Grunting and soft gasps of pleasure. Some slaps of pain. Knowing she can’t get away while he claims her.
No! I need to stop this.
It is something to be embarrassed about. They know your fantasies. They shouldn’t know. You’re an embarrassment. They think you’re sick. What would Kyle think?
They like sick.
Fuck.
I look at the computer again. It’s the first time I’ve had access to an electronic since I was taken. Surely they wouldn’t leave me with access to the internet?
