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42 | A Life Well Hid

And from the midst springs up a ghost, one with a familiar form and make. She’ll change your world if you let her. Don’t let her and well… your world will burn.

“I confess I had hoped that I would never see you in this place again.”

I jerked awake, sliding blindly up the bed in a rampage. The quiet voice was from the dark shadows, echoing in the lightless room. Sucking in deep breaths, I swung my head from side-to-side, trying to find the source.

“It’s alright, Devani. I’m not here to harm you.”

Her shoes clicked against the floor as she stepped towards the bed. Moonlight glinted through the windows, catching lovingly across her willowy form. She stood just at the headboard with her head tipped to the side.

“Do you remember me?” She questioned, tipping her head to the side with a dead look about her features.

“You.” I spat the word, still not knowing her name.

She grinned, bringing life to her beautiful face. A single diamond was hanging from the edge of a white gold chain on her left ear, her signature look. The blonde hair on her head was still buzzed nearly to her skull.

With a bright yellow femme suit over an emerald-colored blouse, the woman was spectacular. Her arms uncrossed and drifted down her waist to tuck deeply into her pant’s pockets as she stared at me. A slow sigh raised and lowered her shoulders in exhaustion, but lust was the only emotion glittering out of her eyes.

“You look absolutely divine this way, Devani.” She whispered, letting her tongue poke out to lick across her bottom lip. “I’m tempted to take advantage, finally taste that pretty cunt.” Her hands drifted up to my thigh and gripped as her second hand began to explore at my core, running gently on my clit. “I’ve had dreams of how you scream when you come. Euphrates must have fucked you like a whore — I know I would.”

“Stop. Touching. Me.” I spat, twisting as fall as I could against the shackles. “I wish that everyone would just stop touching me!”

“It wasn’t my intention to make you uncomfortable, Dev.” She crooned softly before stepping away from the bed. I frowned at her, watching as her eyes dipped between my legs again. “You’ll have to deal with the lusting and the looking, love. Surely you must understand how you look? Spread-out, open, for the world to see and dine upon like Thanksgiving dinner— only better.”

“If you are not here to help, please leave.”

I knew that my luck was running out. Carter had been called again by Ricky, this time promising him answers. The murderous look on Carter’s face motivated him to offer a few tidbits to get him to leave me be. I’m almost positive that Carter would have simply ended his life had he interrupted for nothing.

Ricky’s promising led to me having a few more moments to consider my options. Otherwise, I’m sure that Carter would be deep inside me by now. I’d seen him fuck before. It was rough, animalistic; he dominated his partner, male or female, totally and completely. And you didn’t stop fucking until he was satisfied. His death would bring only happiness to those who had the unlucky opportunity to be in his presence for more than two seconds.

My body sank deeper into the mattress as my mind turned. Even if I did get out of the handcuffs, I was utterly naked and the staff here would no longer turn a blind eye to it. I was the miracle woman. I had done the impossible. I had gotten out.