Page 47 of Psycho Sinners

SCARLET

The days dragged by, and I drowned myself in my TV shows and doom scrolling on social media between all the fucking. Cristian and Julian were the main culprits, sometimes sharing me or taking turns, but to my surprise, I rarely had to tend to them more than once a day, and Tyrone had only requested my presence once. Julian and Cristian had used me in the morning, spit-roasting me, where Julian had cum on my ass and Cristian had forced me to swallow, then Tyrone had used me that evening.

He was cold and distant whenever I found myself around him, especially at the dinner table. Then again, I’d stopped being so mouthy as well, and I had a feeling that was welcome for him. Nothing had occurred like that first night at dinner together, which I wasn’t sure why I felt a little down about.

But the evening he’d ordered me into his room to suck him off, it’d been a weird thing. He’d been quiet, only finally grunting when he came in my mouth without warning. He’d not spoken or anything, treating me like a goddamn sex toy if anything, just to sate him at that moment. None of the weird need to toy with me like he had at the table.

Although, when I’d swallowed, he’d looked down at me with a strange satisfaction in his eyes.

“Good girl.”

Those words did things to me that they’d had no right doing. I’d swallowed his cum as he cleaned himself up with some tissue from his desk.

I’d then dared to ask if they could offer me something more to do than just trawl my phone and watch TV every day.

I’d hoped he’d be more hospitable after just getting off, and he’d just nodded.

“I can get you books or puzzles,” he’d said as he’d moved to stand by the large floor-to-ceiling window to gaze out over the city.

“I have my kindle app already,” I’d stated. I’d read through the books I’d wanted to, but I was growing bored and restless.

He’d just sighed and turned to me, those dark eyes masked.

“I’ll get you puzzles. Now go.”

I’d bristled, hating how they all had the same way of dismissing me once they’d used me. It was fucking me up, I knew that. No one wanted to be treated like a disposable object, but I had to remind myself this was the price I paid to stay out of prison. The days were dwindling down, and I’d be free before I knew it.

Now I lay in my bed, watching a show while cuddling with Kenny. It’d been ten days since that night I’d stupidly slept with Cristian and turned my life on its head. I’d taken up sketching in a notebook I’d found in the desk, and I was keeping track of the days in it, journaling everything. I dunno why I did it, maybe it was some bizarre coping method I recalled from one of my countless therapy sessions from past years.

But the past two days, I’d sunken into a pit, their dismissive and harsh use of me making me plunge into a horrid pit.

I wasn’t even halfway through the month, and I was struggling. I hadn’t showered for the past two days, or done any self-care. I hadn’t even brushed my teeth, and I was losing my appetite, having to force myself to eat at dinner and not bothering to eat other meals. At least I’d made the effort to drink some water.

Would they even notice? Julian had called upon me last night, doing me doggy-style on the edge of the bed, and he’d not commented on my uncleanliness.

Now though, I could smell myself, and I didn’t even care as I curled in a ball, pulling Kenny in tight against my stomach. I was glad he allowed it, and I wondered if he sensed my discomfort. He was always in my room, only leaving for short periods before returning to be with me.

Julian had remarked on it just last night that it seemed Kenny liked me, but that’d been all he’d said after he’d come on my ass. He’d hesitated for a moment, then dismissed me, and I’d left without a single word. I just didn’t have the fight in me right now.

I turned as the door creaked open, and my stomach knotted only slightly at the sight of Cristian in my doorway with that goddamn smug look on his wretched face.

He strode over, the bed shifting under his weight as he climbed on, and Kenny abandoned me, pouncing off the bed and leaving me at Cristian’s whim.

“Ready for some fun, kitten?” he breathed as he caged me with his arms, hovering over me and trapping me on the bed.

I stared up at him, wondering if he’d at least make this quick.

He yanked my pants down, and I didn’t bother to fight him, which seemed to only irk him more as his smirk turned into a scowl.

“Lost all your fire, kitten? Where’s those claws?” he teased as he pinned my wrists down.

I stared at him, no words escaping me, and his scowl faltered for just a second.

He pried my legs apart with his knee, and I gritted my teeth as his length prodded between them.

“Fight me, kitten,” he breathed as he dipped his head down beside mine. “I like it when you fight.”

I couldn’t. Not today. A part of me was dismayed at my inability to fight, but I wasn’t feeling it today at all.

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