Page 49 of Insane Obsession

Castor cocks his head.

David points toward the knife. “Or if you’re out for a kill, there’s someone downstairs. He—he’s my friend. But he’s locked inside the bathroom and can’t get out. If you let me go, I won’t tell them. I won’t tell anyone.”

Castor still doesn’t answer.

Fresh footsteps fill the silence—the creaking sound of the stairs, followed by singing.

“David! Oh, David!”

“Oh, god,” David stutters.

Castor snorts.

When David looks down to his legs, I realize he must have pissed himself.

I’m torn between feeling guilty and feeling incredibly turned on.

Flicking my gaze toward the other camera, I see Bran coming up the stairs. On the first floor, he halts in front of the camera, pulls down his scarf and licks the screen.

“I’m so ready for you, flower,” he moans.

I groan and need to squeeze my dick.

Sliding his scarf back up, he sings once more for David. Then he hits the second floor.

“Please,” David begs. “Tell me why.”

“Finn,” Castor says in a low growl.

“What about him?”

“Finn,” Castor repeats. He takes a step forward, and behind him, Bran appears.

Awareness creeps into David’s gaze. “You are those guys from before,” he lifts his hand to touch his bandaged nose. “Okay, you got me. I’m afraid, alright? If that’s what you wanted, well done. Can I go now?”

Bran takes a few steps and heads for the nearest window, peering outside. “The view from up here is quite remarkable.”

David huffs. “Whatever.”

“How many seconds would it take to fall to the ground? Two, three?”

“More,” Castor replies. “Seven, eight excruciatingly slow seconds filled with fear. And then?—”

“I get it,” David barks.

Bran smirks. “I don’t think you do.”

“Where the hell did you come from anyway?” David asks instead. “I have never seen you around campus.”

“From the basement of the asylum,” Bran smiles at Castor. “Why does everyone think we’re still students?”

“No idea, brother,” Castor looks at his knife. “We were just down there, quietly, waiting for our treasure to be delivered to our doorstep.”.

“You guys are insane,” David snarls, but he takes a step back when Castor lifts the blade and uses it to wipe off some invisible dust from his coat.

“Not so brave now, are you,” Bran whispers. “Tell me, how does it feel to be afraid?”

“Fuck off,” David grumbles.

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