Page 22 of Perfidious Passion

"Mmm, eager?"

No!I want to scream. I'd give anything for my mouth to just fucking move, but the tingles I once feared are now dead.Take anything, just let me feel alive again!Please let me feel the ache that bloomed when I slammed into the desk.

God, I don't even care if I feel everything Brett does to me. Ineedto feel my limbs. I have to move. To fight.

Ever so slowly, Brett's hands on my body begin to feel like nothing but a subtle pressure gliding between my thighs. My head thunks to the surface of the desk, and I try to force my skin to feel the chill of the wood.

A pinch.

"Hmm, this won't do. I like wet pussy," Brett mutters, his voice sounding far away. But not far enough. "Don't worry, my little tease, I can fix this."

The pain in my core slips away, only to be replaced with a faint tickle that sends alarm skittering through my fading body.

"STOP!" My scream pierces my skull, waking me up even more and urging me to buck and fight the pounding in my brain and fire in my veins. "N-NO!"

Like a fish out of water, I writhe against Aaron's desk, hoping like hell it's enough to get Brett's mouth off me.Oh my god… oh my god... Please make this stop. Please make this end!

Aaron!

My hand knocks something over, clattering to the ground and drawing a growl of frustration from behind me. A pulse rips through my rib, followed by an ache that's numbed by the drugs.

Caleb!

Air whooshes by me, my burning eyes stinging as I fall to the ground. Brett looms above me, the light from the hall beyond the locked door illuminating the monster who threatens everything I've ever known.

DEAN!

My vision wavers, and my hand reaches for the edge of my love's desk. Instead of wood, I touch metal.

"What does this button do?"

Dean?

"Don't push that! Oh my god. It's an emergency button."

Aaron!

"Like it automatically calls the cops?"

DEAN!

Emergency button...

The last ounce of energy and feeling goes into pushing that fucking button.

Bless my husband’s curiosity.I hope it saves my life, I think as I allow darkness to surround me.

Caleb

FEB. 14TH - FRIDAY

Nobody knows where Lilly is. It's been hours, almost three, to be exact. I've called everyone we know, and all that did was worry them. My mother is freaking out, but there's nothing I can do for her. Just like there's nothing I can do to make my brother or husband feel better.

I always wondered why it seemed families never did much when their loved ones go missing, but here I am, living it on my couch with my phone in my hand. It's pathetic. I'm pathetic.

There's nothing I can do. Aaron's doing all he can, calling his staff and leaving voicemails to hopefully get in contact with Brett but… nothing. Everyone's busy. It's Valentine's Day. And it's past ten o'clock at night.

"Caleb..."

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