spellbound (18+)

Eighteenth Message

Adrik looked down at his white shirt. Another one, ruined by her foundation and lipgloss, he threw it in the pile.

"Hey is there one shirt you haven't put your face fully into," he rolled his eyes, "Because I got shit to do."

She walked in front the other bedroom with a sigh, in her bonnet and his white shirt. She looked down at it wordlessly, before pulling on it.

"Yeah just," he sighed, pulling her in by his shirt, unbuttoning it.

"Don't you have setting spray or something? There's got to be a better way—"

She grinned, opening her hand. He rolled his eyes, pulling the shirt off her body, putting on his own.

"Head over to the bar tonight." He murmured.

"Didn't you warn me about Fernando?" She remarked, her bare body gracing the air.

"I did."

She smiled. "You wanna know something my father used to tell me?"

Adrik glanced up. "What?"

"If you're...being raped, call fire. Scream fire because...people will stop for a fire, but not for a rape." She smiled, with self-depreciation.

Adrik flinched. "Why...why are you telling me that?"

She shrugged. "I thought it would be something you'd want to know. For your safety."

He frowned. "My..."

No...she knew.

She knew that's why she said that. She was throwing him off kilter as always.

"Well, that's..."

"Even if you're being raped right in the street. Hundreds of people will pass you by. Watching you. Watching you, being violating doing nothing. Even if you're screaming. Crying. Begging—"

Adrik turned around. "What is the purpose, Michelle. Tell me the purpose?"

She grinned, putting her hands on his face. "Is this uncomfortable for you? Adrik? Is this hard to hear?"

"Just come out and say it," he muttered.

"You've been trying too sell me to Fernando. You know you hold my life in your hands. You're trying to hurt me, Adrik. Why? Why would you do something like this?" She asked calmly.

He looked away. "I...didn't I—I don't know what you're talking about—"

"Will you let him take me," she whispered. "Are you going to watch me be violated, Adrik? Did you pay for it?"

He pushed her away. "Stop. I...I..."

She smiled, looking at her hands. "Alright. I'll talk to Fernando. Should I seduce him? Give him a blowjob in the back of the bar like I do you?"

He grabbed her hand. "Don't you dare.
Don't touch him."

"You sold me to him to look at? You don't think he's gonna touch me?" She asked, her hands on her body.
"You don't think hell put his hands on my body, the same ways you touch me?"

She closed her eyes. "Are you okay with that?"

Adrik's breath shuddered. "I didn't sell you. It was a friendly wager that he's gonna lose, so I can get him out of this town forever."

She opened her eyes. "Is my body something you feel entitled to wager?"

He stepped back. "Well...Princess this is a misunderstanding," he chuckled looking up. "Stay home, from the bar tonight."

"This isn't my home," she whispered fiercely. "You stole me from my home."

He blinked. It was all too much much too fast. She was her and she was angry and it looked like it take his soul.

"Princess," he murmured, "Princess listen to me, this was all a misunderstanding. Look. It wasn't just you. I told him...if you agreed to fuck him, no strings attached, no coercion, that I would fuck him too."

She paused. "I see."

"But I knew you wouldn't agree."

"I think I will actually," she smiled.

He blinked. "I'm sorry?"

"Fuck Fernando," she cupped his face. "You and I...we'll fuck him together. Since that's your bet right?"

Adrik swallowed. "Michelle—"

"You don't mind, do you?" She smiled, her hands dipping into his hair.

Adrik sighed, closing his eyes. "No. No I don't mind, Princess."