07/26/3546
Late Afternoon
Chelestes POV:
I lay on my bed watching the orange-yellowish color through the blurred mirror. It was getting dark and I was supposed to begin executing my plan now but my book was nowhere to be found and now I was too scared to do it. No one's come into my room to question me or anything. Did I take it out my room? Did someone even take it? My mind was filled with questions.
I heard a knock on my door. I hesitated to answer but eventually let out a quiet "come in" before sitting up. It was that same young black officer from before. "Cheleste, I need to ask you some questions." I begin to panic in my mind and only continued to stare at him. He turned to close the door begin him before walking towards the bed and sitting on it across from me.
I stared at the white tiled floor below me. He was right there and I was too nervous to look at him. "I found something under your bed. Im sure you've already realized it wasn't there." My mind was racing and the first thing that came to mind was to attack him right there. I guess he saw it coming because before I could do anything he grabbed my two wrists and pent them to either side of me. "Chelestes calm down, I'm not going to tell anyone" he talked to me in that same calm and caring tone. My body relaxed a bit but I was still panicking in my mind.
"Look," he started. "You seem like a really smart and honest girl and I don't mind helping you while your here." His tone had changed. It was no longer soft and caring. Well, it was still soft but the caring tone started to drown out and the lust he must've been holding in was coming out. I finally lifted my head to look at him. Huge mistake. As soon as our eyes connected, I couldn't look away from him. He wanted me and I could tell.
"I want my journal back." I told him in a stern and unamused tone. He only continued looking at me up and down before saying "I'll give it back to you but I want something in return." He places his right hand on my thigh and rubs up and down.
I knew exactly what he wanted, I just needed to decide if I wanted to give it to him. I'm not gonna lie, I've been aching for some physical touch but I would've never tried it with any of these ugly ass men. But this one right here, he was so fucking fine and I'll definitely fuck this man to get my journal back.
I finally decided to make a move. I took my loose hand and placed it behind his neck, pulling his head closer to mines. "You promise if I do this , I'll get my journal back?" My tone was dead fucking serious because if I didnt get my journal back after this, I swear I will kill him.
"I promise" he says.
..... too lazy to write no damn sex scene .....
I now lay on his chest , my breasts fully exposed on him
