Page 65 of Psyop Kings

He wasn’t inside me.

All he did was get me off by rubbing his dick on my clit.

Him.

He’s saying and doing all this forhim.

I want to look around for this mysterious person, but Caius locks his eyes on me. I’m unable to tear my gaze from his, instead getting lost in a silent conversation. He’s trying to tell me something. Play along? Whatever it is, for once since I’ve been inthis horrible place with these horrible people, I feel like I might actually be in on a secret.

Too bad I can’t exactly decode what he’s trying to convey.

Caius steps away from me and then bends to pick up my thong. I watch with rapt attention as he cleans off his cock and hand with the silky material. Then he uses it to mop up the mess he made on me. Once he’s done, he pockets the soiled pair of underwear and then sets to putting his outfit back to rights.

I’m too shaky to move.

Gently, he pulls my dress down to cover me. Then he grabs hold of my wrists, tugging me into a sitting position. I’m shocked once more when he steps between my spread thighs, tangles his fingers in my hair, and kisses me with the passion of a thousand fiery suns.

It’s all a ruse.

But it feels so good.

I kiss him back because the pill is effectively doing its job, and I want each and every delicious ounce of pleasure he offers me. Someone clearing their throat interrupts us.

“Not to be rude,” a man says, “but I’d like to leave before I get stuck watching round two.”

Caius pulls back, flashes me a warning glare, then turns to look toward the sound of the voice. “The garage isn’t where you usually like to play, Solomon. My apologies. I thought me and my girl were alone.”

Liar.

I don’t rat him out, though.

Glancing toward Solomon, I’m shocked to see the state of him. He’s no longer put together. Blood splatters his face and he’s wearing claw marks on his cheek. In his arms is a young woman—possibly younger than me—limp and also bloody. Bluish bruises form along the side of her face. She’s also completely naked.

My heart leaps into my throat. Caius, though seemingly unbothered by the bloody couple, nods at Solomon. I notice the tenseness in his shoulders, though. He’s unnerved or maybe even afraid of this man. If Caius is afraid, I should be terrified. It’s strange that I’m thankful for Caius’s protection in this moment. I truly am getting my mind warped in this place.

“I like to spice things up every now and again,” Solomon reveals. “I’ll need help with this.”

Caius nods again. “I’ll call Theo. There’s a janitor’s closet down the hall. He’ll meet you there.”

“Much appreciated,” Solomon says, eyes darting my way. “And if you ever get tired of that one, let me know. She’s a little older than I prefer, but I do like the sounds she makes. So fucking needy.”

Disgust roils in my gut, making me recoil from the man. Caius chuckles as though Solomon’s telling the funniest joke. I want to spit at the horrible man carrying the unmoving girl.

“Man, I think she’s a keeper. Dare I even say ‘the one’?”

Solomon smirks. “That only makes me want her all the more. Perhaps we can broker a deal. You know I’ll pay anything for what I want.”

“I’ll think about it,” Caius says with a grunt. “Better get going before rigor mortis sets in.”

His words have me freezing.

Wait…

The girl is dead?

Bile rises in my throat and my skin breaks out in an oily sweat. Solomon begins whistling a cheerful song as he heads toward the door that goes into the lodge. I track him as he makes his way through the door. Long after he’s gone, I continue staring at the closed door.

“Janitor’s closet,” Caius grunts into his cell phone. “Yeah, she’s with me.” He pauses and grits his teeth before saying, “She’s fine.”

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