On The Other Side

Chapter 36 - Brainwashed

PABLO
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Clay's eyes glance to the door like someone's gonna walk in and rescue him. I hate to break it to him, but it's not gonna happen.

"So," I say, standing up "Sapnap helped you escape."

Anger courses through me as I remember that Sapnap is the only reason Clay and Georgie escaped.

He doesn't say anything, so I tilt my head and smile at him. "You must be feeling really fucking stupid right now."

His jaw twitches. So does mine, because I have no idea if I should refer to him as Clay or as dead.

I prefer dead.

"I mean really fucking stupid." I say, laughing "Why would you be so dumb to not move even further away?"

I pace the room several times, trying to figure out what was going through his head. "You know what they call people like you?"

I look at him and he's looking at the ground, his nostrils moving in anger, and it's clear that he's trying to hold back the tears.

"Pussies." I mess with him and start laughing and he doesn't laugh with me.

That's probably good because it might have pissed me off had he laughed.

I glance over at the door and can't remember if I locked it or not. I stand up and go check it, then turn around and face Clay again.

I take five steps toward him until there aren't any more steps to take. He maintains eye contact the entire time, lifting his chin to hold his stare.

I slam my gun against the side of his face. His head swings to the side. I'm pretty sure that blow was hard enough to knock a tooth or two loose, but he acts like it doesn't faze him. He makes eye contact with me again, looking a little calmer than before I even hit him.

Motherfucker.

I hate that I kind of want to be like him. George is his and it's impressive how he doesn't crack from fear.

Too bad the only thing that makes him crack under pressure is George.

I slowly lift my gun and point it against the side of his head and imagine what it'll be like when I finally pull the trigger. To watch his fucking brains splatter all over the floor. I wonder how much damage it will do to his head.

Will he still be recognizable?

When I pull George in here to get one last look at him, will he be able to tell it's even Clay? Or will his whole head explode?

I force myself to pull the gun away from his head because as curious as I am to see what it's going to be like when I kill him, there are a few things I need to ask and tell him before that happens.

I squat down in front of him and rest my arms on my thighs. "Did George let you fuck him yet?"

He folds his lips together, moistening them, and remains quiet. His silence is really starting to get annoying.

I stand and walk to the door, double-checking that it's locked. I'm not even sure why I want it locked; the guys have the house under control.

Nick is in his bedroom with three guns to his head, so I guess I'll worry about him after I'm finished with Clay.

"You want to know what it was like the first time that I fucked him?" I ask. Since the second I walked in here, he finally responds to one of my questions.

He barely shakes his head back and forth, twice. It's so unnoticeable that I don't think he even realizes he did it. He must really not want to know what it was like the first time I fucked him.

"Well, too bad. I'm gonna tell you about it anyway."

I sit on the bed again, but this time I sit all the way back until I'm against the headboard. I cross my feet and rest the gun on my thigh.

"He was so scared." I tell him "Innocent. Untouched. Poor boy was shaking from the fear."

He's staring ahead now, refusing to look at me. I can see the veins in his neck bulging. I smile and get even more detailed with my story because I like watching him squirm.

"He wasn't inexperienced because he was scared, let me make that clear upfront. He was inexperienced because he had never done it before. I couldn't resist touching him, kissing him. I bent him over the table, took off his clothes and fucked him. As soon as I entered him, he unleashed a feeling within me I didn't even know I was capable of feeling." I close my eyes and smile, thinking about that moment.

I look at Clay, he's staring at me now. Not sure what happened, but he doesn't look as calm as he did right after I hit him.

I was right.

This is the only subject that breaks him. I smile and keep going. "He was crying, begging me to stop, but with each cry I yearned for more."

I blow out a breath, trying to control my pulse. I can't even fucking think about it without getting worked up. "It's difficult to describe it all because you just had to be there. But at least I tried."

I look at him again and he looks like he's about to vomit, so I keep going.

"He screamed when it happened. I couldn't go easy on him. The marks of his nails scratching against the table are still there, it's too bad you'll never get to see them." I stand up and take a step towards him.

"Sometimes I still close my eyes and think about how it was like touching his body, being inside him." I calmly close the gap between me and Clay and I squat in front of him again. "Now excuse me while I go to the bathroom to retrieve him. I think the three of us need to have a serious conversation."

I send two of the fuckers back inside to keep an eye on Clay while I run to the bathroom to retrieve George.

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