Chapter 60: Playing Along with the Devil

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- Your P.O.V. -

Stephan kissing my neck, he pulled me up and pushed me against the near by wall. His lips never leaving my neck, I kept my eyes closed and imagining it was Chris or Mark.

 His lips never leaving my neck, I kept my eyes closed and imagining it was Chris or Mark

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This isn't right, you shouldn't be doing this. He's your step brother that's gross. But he'll hurt me or my friend if I don't play along with him. Just don't give it back to him, keep your eyes closed at all times, keep thinking of Chris.

Stephan's hands roam my body, not knowing where to put them. He stopped kissing my neck and began to kiss my bruised cheek bone, I winced every time he kissed it. He brought his right hand to my neck keeping it in place while his left hand pulled my lower back against his body. He begins to softly kiss me on the lips

Keep your eyes closed, keep them closed, it's Chris, just play along with it

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Keep your eyes closed, keep them closed, it's Chris, just play along with it...I kept reminding myself over and over. It's just kissing nothing else

He pulled his head back, his breathing slightly heavy,"we'll continue this later." He takes out the handcuffs and locks me to him again.

-20 minutes later-

We're siting in the same car from before in the same places. I didn't know where we we're going but I am very nervous. I wonder if the two guys in this car know why I am here.

I had forgotten my left hand was resting on the middle seat, Stephan grabs my hand, I jump and he laughed a little and continued to examine my wrist.

"I remember you used to be quite the cutter." Stephan remarked.

I looked at him grimly.

"Oh I'm sorry I forgot you don't have a sense of humor" he uses his index finger and thumb to squeeze vastly on my bruise. I wince being very cautious not to pull away. He laughs a little, and wraps his whole hand around my wrist and squeezes harder. I accidentally let out a small yelp and quickly cover my mouth with my right hand.

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