The Cost of Freedom Is High

Through The Madness, You're Still There For Me

"Bella." Someone cooed.

I felt kisses slowly trail up my shoulder blade, creeping up towards the back of my neck.

"Michael, stop." I grumbled still tired.

The kisses didn't stop, but what freaked me out was when the front a felt another pair of teeth scraped down the front of my neck.

What the hell?

I opened my eyes and realized that I was sandwiched in between Michael and DJ, Michael being in front of me.

"Good morning." DJ cheered.

"No, I'm exhausted." I groaned, pulling the sheet over my head and body, making sure that there was no skin to skin contact between Michael or DJ and I.

"Come on, time to wake up." Michael said, trying to take the sheet off of me.

"Leave me alone." I snarled, starting to get agitated.

"Give up." DJ whispered in my ear, snaking his arms around me.

"Get your hands off." I growled.

"Bella, we'll give you one nice option. Either you give in right now, or we can all walk away but if you choose that you have to go through this entire day fully naked, no if ands or buts." Michael told me.

"That's not fair." I whined.

"Okay, then I guess we'll take it off this way." DJ stated, and pulled out a scissors.

"No!" I yelled, getting him to stop.

"What did we talk about yesterday night, Bella?" Michael questioned me.

My head slammed back into the pillows and I knew what I had to do, they knew it as well.

"Come on just close your eyes and enjoy. From what I've heard you liked it." DJ whispered, seductively.

This wasn't worth fighting, I wouldn't win anyways.

"Don't fucking hurt me." I snarled.

"We're going to make you feel better than you ever have." DJ replied, smirking at me.

I closed my eyes as Dj instructed me to, and Michael instantly started up on my front. My bra was off with in seconds, and his hands started to work.

While he was working on that I felt DJ slide a hand down in my underwear.

DJ chuckled quietly, and Michael asked "What?" with a smile on his face as well.

"She's so wet." DJ replied.

I blushed in total embarrassment, but I couldn't help it. My body was taking over control of my mind and my common sense. They had that power.

"You can't lie to us anymore Bella, we know you love it." Michael cooed to me.

As he continued with his work on me, DJ slipped a finger in me. He slowly and torturously moved it back and forth, in and out of me.

All I wanted to do was push myself down on his fingers and beg for more, but I didn't. Even though I knew what pleasure he could give me if I asked, I knew that I wouldn't forgive myself. Maybe it would change later, but for now I was still sane enough to keep a little bit of my dignity.

Out of the blue DJ added another finger, and started thrusting in at a bit of a faster rate.

"Stop, stop, stop." I cried out, feeling myself close to climax.

"Uh, uh." DJ said, shaking his head.

With a third and final finger practically pistoning out of me within minutes I hit my breaking point.

"Fuck!" I screamed out.

Michael and DJ helped me ride it out, and as the shaking came to a stop I flopped back onto the bed, and my breath came out fast, hard, and very labored.

"You okay?" Michael asked.

"Mm-hmm." I mumbled.

DJ pulled me into his chest, and within seconds I succumbed to the exhaustion.

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Hours Later -

I woke up only to find myself in the same position that I had been in before I passed out, minus Michael and DJ.

My head was pounding, and my body seemed to be weighed down with what felt like major guilt. No surprise as to why.

I slowly managed to stumble out of the room, and down to the living room where Michael and DJ were just lounging around.

Without much thought I plopped down on top of DJ with my head against his chest, as I was seated in his lap.

"How're feeling?" He wondered.

"My head is splitting." I groaned.

"They say sex is a better helped for headaches over advil." Michael informed me.

"That's not even funny." I grumbled, holding my head tightly.

"You're fine." DJ whispered.

A few feet away I heard a phone ring.

"DJ, it's Chris and Kuza." Michael announced.

"Okay. Bella, why don't you go and take a hot shower. When you come back down, if you're still feeling pain I'll give you something else, okay?" DJ suggested.

"Sure." I replied, getting up, and already starting back upstairs.

It was obvious that they didn't want me to listen to their call, and that was perfectly okay with me. I didn't really want to know what Kuza and Chris had to say.

I entered the bathroom, quickly slipped my clothes off, but stopped in my tracks when I noticed a little slip of paper hanging halfway out of the window.

Curious, I went over to investigate, and boy was I glad that I did.

On the paper there was a short little one sentence note.

It read ~

When things get warped you'll be saved.

C
I smiled real big, how had he managed to pull this off?

That didn't really matter though, what mattered is that he told me I'll be saved.

However, weren't things already warped?