Page 7 of Quiet Confessions: Part Two

My cheeks are wet and I know I'm going to be punished for ruining my makeup.

“Why am I here?” I mutter, not expecting anyone to actually answer me. Someone laughs and then a few more people follow.

I lift my head and glare, but it’s probably not very aggressive. I'm so sleepy.

“You pissed off the wrong man, sweetheart,” someone says then grunts.

Another man starts to chew him out and I groan. Rooke moves closer to me and runs his fingers down my spine.

“I never thought I would get to see you again, let alone hold you,” he whispers, and my heart breaks. I don't know what's going on. I'm not sure I ever will, but as selfish as it makes me, I'm glad he's here and I don't have to do it alone.

ROOKE

Patience lays below me with her thighs spread and legs wrapped around my waist. I thrust gently inside of her, dying a little more with each push of my hips.

I still don't understand how she could be here right now, but a sick part of me is happy that she's the one I'm being forced to fuck right now.

I love her, and before Cal’s dad kidnapped me, we were happy. She whimpers and I lean down to whisper into her ear as the tears drip from my cheeks onto her skin.

“I love you, Pay. So much. I'm so sorry,” I choke out the last words and her head jolts back so she can look me in the eyes.

Her words are slurred thanks to the drugs they keep feeding us.

“This is not your fault, Rooke. We will get through this. I love you, too,” she says with a tired sigh, and I know she's about to fall asleep on me. I pick up my speed, trying to get through this fucking show as quickly as I can.

I am not into somnophilia.

Some people bark instructions and orders to me, and with how long I've been here, I'm used to it… but I'm trying to imagine they aren't here. That I'm back at Patience’s house, just loving her.

Then, after, she would make us snacks and we would watch a movie or just cuddle. But I know that's not going to happen. After they get what they want, we will be shoved back in that basement and chained once more.

That's how this goes. Rinse and repeat. Patience arches her back and I can feel her tightening around me. One of the drugs they give us is a form of sex enhancement and it helps our bodies to perform when our minds are disgusted.

Not that I would ever feel that way with my girl in my arms. She's the only thing that makes today better.

I just hope this doesn't break her spirit in the end.

PATIENCE

I close my legs and take the robe that’s offered to me. Rooke won’t look at me, and I don’t know what breaks me more. The way he’s slowly dying inside or that I’m a part of his pain. I’m not faring much better, but I know how to compartmentalize. I learned at a young age how to perfect my mask.

You kinda have to when the whole world thinks your father is some homicidal murderer and your mother is too broken to defend him. The stares get really old, and so do the biting comments. I had to hide myself away in order to survive it, which is what I’ll have to do now. Hopefully.

The camera man is the first to leave the room after exclaiming how happy he is with the photos. “I need to work with these two again. They’re both stunning together, and people will pay big to see this girl’s pussy stuffed with cock,” he chuckles.

Fuck, I hate that man. My body has been contorted into all kinds of positions today, and now everything is sore in a different way.

The other men leer at me specifically, one going so far as to grab my breast roughly. It makes me grateful that I was paired to fuck Rooke on camera, because I wouldn’t be able to handle this. The drugs are starting to wear off as they leave, and my anxiety is starting to increase. Tears spill over as the enormity of what’s happening hits me all at once.

“Come here, baby,” Rooke whispers, pulling me into his arms. “I’m so sorry for everything. Let it go, and then you have to be strong for me, okay?”

Sobbing, I wrap my arms around him, happy not to be handcuffed anymore. I wish so many things were different, but wishes won’t change a damn thing. I need a distraction.

“Will you tell me about what’s been happening since you’ve been here?” I rasp, my nose against his neck to breathe in the smell of sex and us. It’s oddly familiar, and helps to ground me.

“There’s a woman named Isabella who runs things with the Bossman,” Rooke says softly, rubbing my neck for comfort. I start to soften in his arms in a way I couldn’t when we were on camera. It’s like we’re in our own little world, just for a little while. “The guards bring new people in often, but the kids are what kill me, Pay. Thankfully, they’re not touched inappropriately, and are here to be trained by the men. I don’t know everything that entails… I’m drugged a lot of the time.”

“You’re okay,” I whisper, offering him some solace.

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