Page 27 of Quiet Confessions: Part Two

Holding hands, Pay and I follow Spider as we walk naked through the hallways to the bathroom. Turning on the water, he gives us his back. Pay and I are exposed and we appreciate the gesture.

With him not looking, we turn the water to scalding hot, using soap to wash ourselves clean. Unfortunately, the filth is more than skin-deep and I can’t extract it. Finally, Spider grabs our hands, shaking his head.

“You’re clean enough,” he says harshly. “Wash off.”

I’m frustrated, but Spider has shown us kindness, so I help Patience wash up. Drying off afterward, he lets us keep the towels wrapped around us.

“Wait,” Patience whispers, grabbing Spider’s wrist. “I… We can’t keep doing this. She tried to force Rooke to fuck her.”

“I couldn’t get hard for her,” I mutter. “My dick basically told her to get fucked.”

“One day, this won’t be enough. She’s going to want more. What happens when we physically can’t perform for some reason?” Patience cries, her voice rising in hysteria.

“Shh,” Spider hisses. “Don’t lose it now. There’s nothing I can do. You know my story. We’re all trapped here.”

“Help us escape,” Patience pleads.

“Pay, no,” I gasp. “That’s not fair.”

“I don’t know what else to do,” she sobs, and I hold her to me tightly, kissing her forehead.

“I know,” I promise. I do know. There’s no hope here. No salvation.

“I can’t, Patience,” Spider says harshly. “Let’s go. Don’t ask again.”

It seems everyone’s goodwill breaks eventually, and as he pulls us roughly back to our cage, I'm sorry we may have broken Spider’s.

Chapter Ten

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS REFERENCES TO CANNIBALISM. PLEASE DON’T EAT WHILE READING.

Standing naked on the stage for auction is one of the most terrifying experiences of my life. My hair is perfectly curled, my eyes are done in a smoky eye that rivals my own skills, and yet I feel more exposed than I ever have. The auctioneer is a large, barrel-chested man with cruel, beady black eyes.

Rooke and I were brought up together, for which I will never tell a soul how absolutely grateful I was for that. My legs were shaking at the stairs until they led him next to me.

Handcuffs are clipped to our wrists between us, but the chain between us is longer than normal.

I found out why when the auctioneer started to spout off our ‘assets’.

“Look at how perky Lot One’s tits are!” he says, hitting them hard with a crop that he’s holding. I hiss as he forces them to bounce. “Her hair is shiny. She’s got pretty teeth—” The man squeezes my cheeks hard with his thumb and index finger as he pulls them forward so they can see my white teeth.

“Are we talking about horses? I want to ride her in a different way!” a crass man yells from the crowd.

“Well, I guess you can see if her nipple color matches her pussy,” the auctioneer snickers. I know that he’s playing the crowd, drawing them into a frenzy as he holds tightly to my hair at the base of my skull. “Do you want to know if her pussy is loose or not? I hear this boy here fucked her real hard for you during their live expo!”

It happens so damn fast…

Whipping me around to where there’s a table, he pushes me down until my cheek is squished against the surface.

“Hey!” my sweet Rooke yells, but I wish he’d hush. He can’t protect me anymore.

A large hand swats across my ass, and I cry out.

“This is an ass that you can punish. Look at those pretty lips,” the auctioneer says proudly, kicking my feet wide before he smacks me with the crop. I feel so exposed, and tears begin to gather as ringing starts to sound in my ears.

I can’t hear what he says before he’s pushing his fat fingers inside of me, making me scream with his roughness.

And then… just as quickly, it’s over and I’m being yanked around. The auctioneer crows a congratulations, stating that someone had bid and won over the phone. The crowd groans, and he says, “We’ll see you later tonight for the main auction. I hope you enjoyed a hint of what we’ll have to offer!”

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