Page 91 of Psyop Kings

“I’ll take that lube after all,” Michael says lowly. “Seems my cock can’t wait.”

Solomon laughs, but Caius remains completely silent. I hear the uncapping of a bottle and then the juicy sounds of someone slicking up their cock.

“You want some, Sol?” Michael asks Solomon.

“Nah,” Solomon says, still huffing. “I prefer to go in with nothing but a little spit. They’re always so tight their first time up the ass. It only hurts the both of us for a minute or so and then the blood makes everything all better.”

Oh God.

I really am going to throw up.

The next few minutes are nothing but grunting, flesh slapping, and the quiet sobs of a high but still in agony girl. Michael comes first, moaning loudly. This must turn Solomon on because he starts making louder sounds and more quickly. The smacking, juicy sounds have bile stinging my throat.

Don’t puke, Romy.

Solomon groans and then a body thumps hard on the floor. He chuckles as he stands. All I can see through the crack now is a bare ass smeared with blood. I shakily swipe away another tear.

“Going so soon?” Solomon asks. “You’re a man of incredible self-control to sit there and not touch yourself.”

Caius finally speaks. “I need to relieve some steam but not here. I have a sick girl back in my room I can stick my dick into. Plus, she has tits. I prefer them with tits.”

“The boy’s in love,” Solomon taunts. “See you at dinner.”

Caius leaves me alone with these two monsters, praying they won’t find me and do the same as they did with the girl.

Please don’t make me listen to that again.

Please.

Romy

The cabinet reminds me of my closet back home. I’d felt safe there as I’d hidden among the stuffed animals, dolls, clothing, and shoes. I’ve always been good at hiding. When I was terrified, after the lights would go out, I’d sneak into my closet, barely disturbing all the items there, blending in seamlessly.

Monsters never found me there.

All I had to do was remain completely still, slow my breathing, and retreat to a place that brought me serenity. Often, I’d replay all the times I’d gone ice skating with Bastian. Being the good big brother he was, he’d hold my hand, pulling tightly anytime I’d start to fall.

He always kept me safe.

Well, not always…

“Romy,” a deep voice says in a sing-song tone. “Come out, come out, wherever you are.”

I’m snapped from my daze and panic takes over, stealing my heart and my breath all at once. Has Solomon discovered me hiding here?

Before I can consider my next move, the cabinet door is once again yanked open, blinding me with the sudden brightness of the light.

I yelp as a beefy hand grabs hold of my bicep and jerks me out of the cabinet. As I’m hauled to my feet, I’m briefly relieved to discover the person who found me is Gareth.

Briefly relieved.

It passes in an instant when I lock eyes with his gleaming orbs. Wickedness dances in his gaze. I’m angry for not recognizing it the second I met him. He’d easily fooled me, though I won’t be tricked again.

“Let’s go,” he says as he knocks the cabinet door closed with his foot. “Caius sent me to fetch you.”

As he drags me away from my hiding place, I can’t help but look for the girl. She’s no longer sprawled out on the rug. The only evidence she was here is several drops of blood and the awful stench of bodily fluids of all kinds.

Disgusting.

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