Change Is Coming || Eddie Munson

Intruder

❌TW❌ graphic sex, bdsm, bondage, denied orgasm, dom/sub, praise, bruising, teasing bordering torture tbh.

This chapter is massive. Enjoy 😉

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You woke up to an empty bed, Eddie's spot was cold so he must have been up for quite a while. After taking a moment to scrub your eyes with the heel of your palm you shifted into a sitting position. Cracking your neck and stretching as though this was your first waking moment in a hundred years. Eddie's concrete slab of a mattress didn't do much in the way of support, each time you'd slept in it you needed at least two nights of recovery in your own pillowy soft bed.

Planting your feet on the ground and stretching your toes out into the carpet fibers you ventured out into the hallway. Sleepily smacking your lips to get rid of the nap breath as you entered the bathroom. A quick peek out the window showed you'd slept until the early signs of nightfall.

Wooden toilet seats were a point of utter disgust for you, but here you sat reading the back of a horror novel Eddie had left on the tank lid. You let a tiny giggle escape at the description, flipping through the pages and mocking a chunk of the dialogue. Stephen King may be a good horror genre author, but he sure as hell missed the mark with Christine.

You snapped out of your little bubble when you heard movement coming from outside. Had Eddie went out? Before you could call out to him, the window of the bathroom was being forced open. A scream was stuck in your throat and only escaped when a hand grasped the window sill and hoisted up a figure through the window. Using the book as a weapon you reached across yourself and smacked the intruder as hard as you could with the book spine.

"Stop! Oh my god it's just me!" The figure clamored through the window, landing in an awkward position, chest on the floor and knees resting on the wall. "Fucking idiot it's just me!"

You almost immediately recognized the voice as belonging to Robin.

"Robin?! We have a front door! Can't I piss in peace?" Your hands flew to the toilet paper roll. "Can you look away or something?"

"Eddie gave the spare key to you and the front door is locked." Her palm went to her nose and she drew back her hand to show blood pooling, she glanced up at you so you could see. "Besides, it's not like I haven't wiped my own ass before."

You laughed nervously and quickly finished up.

"Can I get alittle help maybe?" Her hand cupped under her nose to catch the blood drips. "Wait wait! Wash your hands! Gross!"

"Lucky for you that's what I'm doing stupid." You said while sudsing up with the soap. "Get up let's go to the kitchen."

"Already on it." She was shoving toilet paper in her nostrils in a way that made it look like she had a huge white mustache. She gave you the thumbs up and swatted your foot to grab a stray towel on the floor to sop up the blood.

"Hey Eddie?" You walked into the hallway, seeing him no where. "Eddie?"

Robin walked up behind you, slapping a hand on your shoulder, "The vans gone, I don't think he's here."

"Well shit okay." Watching as she dumped the towel in the washing machine. Robin hopped onto a barstool while you grabbed her an ice pack for the gnarly bruise forming on her chin, you'd address the purple spreading across her under eyes later.

Robin cleared her throat, "Princess,-ooh kinky!" she giggled. Your head whipped around and saw her reading a note.

"Give me that! It's just a nickname!" You tried to reach across the bar to snatch it but she ran to stand on the couch.