Clementine.
He was once my saviour, now he's my captor.
Ezekiel Ambrose doesn't hide who he is. Unlike me he's proud being a monster.
Cruel.
Popular.
Devilishly handsome.
Sinner.
Ezekiel
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"You're too tight."
"It hurts!"
"Relax your muscles!"
"Here's an idea, how about you loosen these stupid straps? My skin's delicate and I bruise easily."
I rolled my eyes but loosened the thin straps on his broad shoulders a little. "Better?" I ask.
"Why do I have to be your pet subject anyway?" Cameron whined.
"Because you're adorable, Cam." Autumn teased behind me. She's sitting crisscrossed on her bed, presumably texting Silas when she lifts her chin, her eyes on Cameron.
"Figures," He sighed, "My maw always told me I could be a model."
I wanted to see how my dresses would look on a male body. Some men like cosplaying so I took them into account.
I finished altering the black dress with a stunning pink bow on its expensive fabric I used on the collar. I invited Cam to take the dress off but he insisted on keeping it on.
I flop down on the bed next to him, swinging my feet in the hair as I lightly massaged my hand. Stitching the fabric together made it numb.
"Oh, I almost forgot," Autumn says, turning off her phone so that she can look at me. "How did your punishment go with Ezekiel?"
My heart stalls as soon as she mentions his name. "It went fine."
"You're lying."
How did she know? I haven't been able to get him out of my head, especially after today. My mouth was still tingling even though it's been hours since then.
"You don't know how many times you asked about Silas and I, and I lied to you."
If there's anyone better at reading faces than Ezekiel, it's Autumn. I take a deep inhale and tell her everything. By the time I'm down she has a hand slapped to her mouth, and her brows are to the roof.
"In the Archive?" She asked for the thousandth time.
We were facing each other on our beds, so I nod and she falls backwards on her bed.
"Quit acting like you were such a saint," I peered over my shoulders at Cameron who was in the corner taking pictures for his instagram. "You and Silas were sex barbarians. You literally did it everywhere."
A gasp shot out of her. "That's not true."
"Oh really?" He challenged her glare with his own. "He fingered you in school. Made you suck him off in your step fathers washroom, then came to finish the job at night by fingering you again. The two of you had sex in a club." He lists off the examples like it was nothing, then challenges her with a brow. "Should I go on?
