Page 6 of Quiet Confessions: Part Two

Opening my eyes, I see that there are a bunch of people now in the room with me.

I wish I could cover myself. I've never been self conscious before, but then again, I've never had people see me like this without my consent.

Flashes from a camera hurt my eyes and the drugs they gave me make me sleepy. But I'm fighting it. If I fall asleep right now, they could do something really bad to me.

I blink my eyes a few times and I can tell it's pissing off the guy taking my pictures.

He's young, with purple stripes in his mohawk, and is wearing some weird suspenders contraption without a shirt and black jeans that are two sizes too small.

“Can someone adjust her position? She's slouching, and the customers want sexy and willing. Not drugged and sloppy,” the man says with a curse, and the man with the kind eyes pushes me firmly against the headboard.

He grabs some handcuffs and spreads me on the mattress. Lifting my wrists toward my head, he clicks the cuffs in place, restraining me.

I hate the feel of the cold metal against my heated flesh and a small moan leaves my lips.

“Now, that’s more like it,” the camera guy barks. “Spider, get closer to her. Touch her, kiss her, whatever, but keep your face away from the cameras.” I look into his caramel eyes. My mind is a mess and the drugs are making me wet.

Spider leans down to kiss me, and I whimper. This is so wrong. He’s not one of my guys, but my body doesn’t care. Leaning over me, he spreads my thighs and rocks his lower half against me, but he’s limp. I close my eyes and pray for small mercies.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers so softly that I don’t think I was meant to hear it, and I don’t think he’s talking to me. I can tell in his body language he feels torn. Maybe I can use that to my advantage. Maybe he will be mine and Rooke’s ticket out of here.

He starts kissing my neck and I try not to throw up. I can tell he's not enjoying this, so small mercies at least.

Moving down to my jaw and my clavicle, he licks and nips while keeping his eyes shut. Maybe I should do the same and disassociate from myself. His hands shake as he removes the top exposing my breasts and I squirm a little.

My body is on fire, and I know it's not my normal reaction, but the way Spider is resisting almost makes me want to give him consent.

He's mumbling prayers and apologies, and my heart breaks a little for him. I should hate him. He works for Cal's dad, but at the same time, I don't think he's here of his own free will.

“It’s okay,” I whisper, and he freezes. “Just do what you have to to get this over with. I'm so tired,” I mumble and can feel as he fights with his body.

He's shaking and some wetness drips onto my chest.

This is breaking him as much as me. “I can't,” he grumbles and then rolls off of me and gives me his back.

“Yes, that's perfect. The clients are going to love this,” the camera man shouts, and I jump as Spider removes my restraints.

I almost forgot that he was even there. I squirm and adjust my breasts, then cross my arms over them.

“Okay, I've got enough shots. Let's get the guy in here,” he barks, and Spider takes that moment to flee the room.

I almost wish he didn't.

Another guard comes over to me and I shudder.

“Too bad I can’t take you out for a test ride. You have to be the hottest chick I’ve ever seen,” the man says, shoving his face into my neck, breathing me in. Bile climbs up my throat, but I swallow it back down. He groans and lifts me until I straddle his lap and his small bulge.

I bite my tongue from making a comment. I don’t need to piss these people off more. Someone knocks on the door and he sighs, then grips my ass cheeks tight in his rough hands. I tremble and he laughs.

“Such a shame,” he mutters, then moves me back to the bed and climbs off to open the door. Rooke is shoved inside and thrown on the bed beside me. His skin is oiled and he’s wearing a tight pair of boxer briefs. His eyes are glazed and he doesn’t seem to be all there.

I shuffle closer to him and someone tsks at me from the door.

“Not yet, princess,” he snaps, and I pause. His voice seems familiar, but I can’t place it.

I think he may work at the twins' house. My eyes are blurry and my head swims. I just want to go home.

Rooke pulls me closer to him and tries to shush me, but he's slurring his words.

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