Love Song (LGBTQ+) (COMPLETED)

54. Monster

With a clear unsurety written all over her face, Alexis slowly approached me and let the tips of her fingers take hold of the corner of the case. As though to receive one last confirmation to take the disc and see what it held inside, her eyes locked onto mine with no apparent intention of wavering without a clear yes or no from me. If I had to be honest with everyone in that office, I wasn't certain of what I wanted to do because I wasn't sure what was on it. What if it was something important?

What if I said no to watching it, only to find that it would've been something important? Even if it was for that reason only, I wasn't able to refuse the idea of watching it. There was something on it, and given the way it was delivered, it was clearly made for me to see. Perhaps it was some kind of joke or prank by some stranger out in the world, but my gut said otherwise. But if my instincts were so sure, then why did I feel so conflicted about watching what was explicitly made for and given to me?

I nodded, and just as quickly, Alexis smoothly pulled the case away from my fingers and made her way back to a closed white laptop. Setting the disc down, she opened and appeared to log in to her laptop before the tray popped out of the right side on it's own. As she pushed the tray back into the system, Alexis typed something into her computer and reached for the remote that lied on its back, just to her left. In moments, the large flatscreen blinked before she pressed another button bringing it to another screen - the screen of her laptop.

Studying the television as it exposed a bare, nearly empty desktop, a new window appeared showing a readied disc that wrote the exact words that had been written on the top of the box. "For Lynn". The only difference was that it wasn't in cursive. I could feel the soft exhale slip from between my lips as my eyes circled the room. Just like I should've been doing myself, everyone in the office seemed to be focused on the TV in front of them. With eyes glued, they lied in wait to see what was waiting for both me and everyone else.

"Okay." Alexis delicately tapped on the trackpad of her laptop twice. "Here goes nothing. Hopefully it isn't a virus."

Within a quaky motion, the camera seemed to turn on and flip upwards at something as it started to focus. As the blur began to fade away and the block of cyan blue became clearer, I almost wasn't able to believe what sat within the frame of the screen of that flatscreen. What went unknown to me at that eerie moment was that a heavy trembling and cold sweat had overtaken my body and mind. It was something I never wanted to see again, it was something I never thought existed in the first place.

On the screen before me, what was shown to me was the clear image of a demon in a man's skin. That image was Devin smiling as he started to rip off the bottoms of the swimsuit I was given earlier that night by Joanna. As I guided my hand to my mouth, I was forced to watch as Devin touched me, again. I was forced to see his hands map out my body, lifting me to grope my chest, all before moving down to what his obvious objective was - all over again. The objective that lied in between my legs.

Standing over me as I lied on the ground, his hands disappeared for only a moment until he leaned forward and pushed. Breathless and overtaken by a suffocation on the inside, I couldn't do anything but glare at the screen with what was likely a pair of traumatized eyes as I watched my limp body get thrown forward with Devin's every thrust into me. Demised and inanimate, I lifelessly lied on that beige, cold ground as every thrust into my insides threw me forward with a clear vengeance.

Feeling a lump in my throat beginning to rise, I tried my hardest to stay quiet as the clear, high quality video continued to clearly display Devin taking advantage of me and my paralyzed body. But someone had other ideas. That someone was my mom.

"Turn it off."

As Alexis exited from the player, my head turned to my mom. Just like me, her eyes were ever so slightly widened and her mouth seemed to be buried behind her fist. Even after the video itself was turned off, that lump in my throat hadn't disappeared in the slightest. If anything, it was slowly but surely getting worse as quietude took over the room. Shooting up from the chair I was in, there was only one thing I could've done, and that one thing was exactly what I did. Otherwise, the only thing I would've been doing was making a mess.