Slow Dancing- Troy Otto

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  Scarlett gasped as his hands roamed her body touching everywhere she needed, soft moans leave her lips before his crash into them. Her orgasm building has his fingers circle her pulsating bud moaning his name.

"Troy.." she whispers seeing his face fully.

  Scar wakes up inhaling sharply, nipples still heard from the wet dream, she'd never thought of the man like that so why was her subconscious tormenting her.

  It has been weeks since we've been home, Jeremiah eventually sent the rest of the militia to join us wanting Troy to stay here as long as possible. Unfortunately that meant doubling up on beds,
She got stuck with Troy somehow but they were never asleep at the same times so they never had to really share. Scarlett was thankful for it, not knowing what sounds she made In her sleep, if any at all.

  Shaking the thought from her mind she pulled on her sneakers going to check out what the guys were always doing in the showers. Creeping inside she hears the screams of a man echo, some male laughter, then skin contact... beatings. Scarlett's long hair was left down to hug her rib cage, waves bouncing as she approached the area the group was. She stood behind Adam watching as Mike brutally beat this Hispanic man to death. Gasping when his eyes met hers with a psychotic smile, blood covering his teeth as he eyed her breasts hungrily. Adam saw he wasn't looking at him and turned around to see Scar, eyes wide in horror. Mike looked towards the girl next looking down at his hands in shame.

"Scar you gotta go, Troy's gonna be pissed if he figures out you snuck in here." Mike says getting up to grab her but stopping to look at his bloody hands once again.

"No." Scar protests walking closer to the man.

"Scar-" Adam starts.

"What's the experiment?" She asks cutting him off.

"Beat him to death, then see how long it takes for him to turn.." Adam says ignoring Mike's glaring eyes.

"I'll watch." She says leaning on the desk Troy normally resided on.

"No way! I don't like the way he was looking at you— speaking of, where are your clothes?!" Mike asks gesturing to her short shorts and tiny tank top.

"It's hot out.." Scar says looking down at her outfit finding nothing unusual about it, she was a girl after all.

"Will you all shut it! I'm trying to sleep." Troy groans from somewhere amongst the lockers, hidden by a half wall.

"You didn't tell me he was in here!" Scar whisper yells.

"You didn't ask!" Mike whisper yells back.

  Scar rolls her eyes annoyed gesturing for him to continue. His facial expression mimics protest as the two have a silent argument using their face and hands to explain what they mean. The dirty Hispanic man in the corner starts laughing maniacally drawing their attention to him glaring simultaneously, one last head nod demanding him to continue business before Troy gets suspicious and he gives in, angrily but complied all the same.

  Scar had been avoiding Troy since the yelling, his words and tone stung. Now this strange dream... she had more reasons not to face him. Her thoughts slip away as her eyes roll back dropping to the ground and seizing.

  Adam was not fully aware of what was happening to her screaming for Troy as the girl convulsed on the floor. Troy's eyes snap wide open scrambling to figure out what the commotion was, ready to scold the men until his gaze falls on Scarlett twitching and foaming at the mouth on the ground.

"Turn her on her side! It's a seizure!" Troy orders coming to hold her back up so she didn't roll back, keeping a soft but firm grip on her arms so she didn't hurt herself.