Page 27 of Afflicted

The hot water is already flowing, and it’s so soothing as it runs over my shoulders. I turn into it, face on, and tiny needles of water strike my nipples. I’m still a little turned on, my elusive orgasm hovering between my thighs. Lathering my hands in soap and running them over my body doesn’t help.

I look over at the mirror. Is he in there, looking me over and wishing he could touch me? Is he relieved Matt isn't here with me today?

The thought of him watching me has heat swirling in my belly that I damn well know shouldn’t be there. But I find myself running my soapy hand over my breasts, pinching my nipple gently between my fingers.

I run the other hand down my stomach, teasing my fingertips over the lips of my pussy. My mouth opens a little bit, a silent gasp as my eyes stay on that mirror. One finger slips over the tip of my clit, and the moan that bursts from my lips brings me violently to my senses.What the fuck am I doing?

I rinse off quickly, wrapping myself in my towel and heading into the other room to get dressed. The others follow me, talking amongst themselves but I can’t focus on anything they say because my cheeks are burning, but not with lust. Just a weird sense of shame.

The feeder leads us to the cafeteria, across the yard that’s quiet but for early morning birdsong. A cool breeze catches the droplets of water running down my arms, dripping from my hair.

I get my tray of breakfast, piled with eggs, a small bowl of supplements and the usual big glass of orange juice. I sit down on one of the metal benches, knowing I should eat the eggs but also feeling so tired of them. I push them around with a fork, dreading the day.

“Not hungry?” The deep voice behind me sends shivers down my spine, and Silas sits down beside me, straddling the bench. His eyes are blazing red, and he runs a tattooed hand over his mouth before gesturing to the food in front of me. “You should eat.”

“I will.”

“Good.” He looks me up and down. “You smell great.”

“Fuck off.” I hiss, shoving a forkful of eggs in my mouth. But he doesn’t move, just stays next to me, watching me eat. “Why are your eyes so red?” I shift my head to look into those glowing crimson eyes. “Smoke too much weed?”

“Sign of arousal.”

The word makes my stomach clench. “Arousal?”

He leans closer to me, bracing an enormous hand on the table. “I just had to watch a girl getting herself off in the shower, so excuse me for being a little worked up.”

My eyes drop to the table, and I chide myself for being so stupid. What the fuck am I actually doing? Taunting him like this? I wouldn’t stand a chance against him. If he wanted to drag me off and have his way with me, he could.

I shrug, trying desperately to appear nonchalant. “I was just showering. I wasn’t… doing that.”

He cocks an eyebrow. “You trying to tell me something?”

I scoff, trying not to think about how close his groin is to my thigh. “Definitely not.”

He leans right against my ear. “You should be careful. Might give me the wrong idea.”

It doesn’t feel like a threat. It feels like flirting. And that should make me uncomfortable, because he freaks me out. He’s a feeder, a blood-sucking monster. I don’t want him anywhere near me. I turn to glare at him.

“I’d like to finish my breakfast if you don’t mind. Do you have somewhere else to be?”

Those blazing red eyes move over my face again. “Yeah. I do.” He gets up and leans over me. “Thanks for the show.” He turns on his heel and I shiver, not watching him as he walks away.

Fucking creep.

I manage to choke down most of those god-awful eggs before we’re herded into the clinic. I take my place in the dentist chair, staring up at the ceiling. One of the feeders comes in, going through the motions, but then she asks me something and I have to ask her to repeat the question because they’ve never asked me anything like this before.

“I asked if you could be pregnant,” she says, staring at me sternly.

I shake my head. “N - no, of course not. You give me the shots and -“

“Are you currently sexually active?”

Fucking son of a bitch. I grit my teeth together, determined to tear Silas’s eyes out the next time I see him.

“Yeah, I am.”

“I don’t need to tell you that it’s not allowed.” She sighs heavily, draping her arms over one another. “Have you had any symptoms? Any indication that you might be?”

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