Page 77 of Beautifully Wounded

“You’re right. I am an animal. Which I happen to think you secretly like.”

She sighs. “You have to stop with that nonsense, old man.”

I shake my head. “Nope. I know what you were doing in the bathroom, Angel, and I know you’re scared of the way it makes you feel, but when you’re ready to have that itch scratched, let me know.”

Her cheeks flare to life like two red beacons in a dark sea, and I point to the window.

“Things are heating up out there. If you feel brave enough to get a closer look instead of watching from the window, come outside. Watching is half the fun.”

I leave the room quickly then, letting my words sink in and curiosity fills my mind.

Will she make an appearance?

Time will tell.

18

I’m burning up from the inside. It’s like lava is flowing through my veins, and every stitch of clothing is too hot. Too much. Just the press of the fabric between my legs is making it unbearable to resist touching myself, yet the humiliation of knowing Ringo knew what I was doing earlier stays my hand.

What the hell is wrong with me?

It has to be this feeling of being free that has my body reacting this way. Knowing my parents can’t get to me. Knowing Daniel can’t put his slimy hands on me, is a huge relief.

But what? As soon as I’m free, I turn into a horndog?

I consider calling Lexi. Maybe she can help me figure out why I’m so desperate to fill the emptiness between my legs.

Never in the early days with Daniel did I feel like this.

Sure, he made me feel good a time or two, but this… I think there’s something seriously wrong with me.

The music is loudoutside, so too is the laughter and the moans that occasionally break past the barrier of the closed door.

I stare at the window, desperate to turn the light off and move to it to watch what’s happening beyond, yet the fact Ringo knows I do that, and knows what I did earlier is making it hard for me to move.

“I’m pretty sure you were checking out my dick earlier.”

Dammit. His words keep replaying in my head. I’d hoped he didn’t notice what I was doing when he woke up, but he obviously did.

How mortifying.

He must think I’m some sort of perverted creep.

Ugh. Maybe I am, because all I want to do is go to that damn window and watch the porn scene unfold.

The moment I hear cheers, I’m moving, shutting off the lights and easing the curtains open to see out into the courtyard. It’s dark now, but the lights around the building’s edge and the two large spotlights shining into the centre of the yard illuminate the crowd.

I can see one of the men that was with Ringo when they took me. JD. I’m pretty sure he was the one that broke into my room. It was hard to tell who was who with the black balaclavas they wore.

JD is completely naked, and heat pools between my legs as his peni—cock, standing tall, comes into view. My breathing quickens as I watch his fingers press between the girl’s legs. She’s on topof a table, completely naked, and there’s a man standing near her head, pressing his tip against her lips.

Memories come rushing in, and nausea rolls my stomach, a cry lurching from my lips as I force myself to keep watching.

No. Stop.I tell myself. I’m not there. This isn’t that.

I’m trembling, sweat running down my back as I fight off the vile images I fear I’ll never be able to forget.

“This isn’t that,” I whisper to nobody, taking a step closer to the window to force myself to watch. “This isn’t that,” I say louder.

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