Page 34 of Beneath the Dirt

She mumbles something to herself, her voice somewhat distorted. I can’t tell what, though, from the euphoria her pussy is giving me. Every sound she makes is not clear, just vibrating through me.

The first syllable of my name falls from her lips, but she doesn’t follow through. She does this again, over and over.

“Ha—” she pants. Each time not finishing.

“Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha.”

The beginning of my name is reminiscent of a laugh, and she does it over and over again as she locks my head in a chokehold with her thighs.

She says something else, but all I can focus on is how loud her wetness slaps against my tongue, and the closer she is to coming.

She thrashes against me.

“Has to die. Blood for blood. Eye for an eye,” she mewls as she comes undone on my face.

My heart stalls in my chest. Its beat, slowing down each time she repeats the last part of her song.

“Eye for an eye. Eye for an eye. Eye for an eye. Eye for an eye. Eye for an eye.”

What is she talking about?

It’s the drugs.

I have to be hallucinating.

I pull away from her, gasping for air, but the blood in my veins runs cold when the night air doesn’t meet my eyes.

Daylight does.

How fucking long have we been here?

The amber hues of dawn in autumn mixed with red and blue flashing lights consume my vision. A shiver runs down my spine because there’s no one here.

No fire.

No naked people.

No one fucking.

No. One. Is. Here.

No one.

Except us and whoever has come here to help us.

“I want to come again.” I hear her whisper, but it’s impossible because when I turn to look at her, she’s just laying there naked… unconscious. Dried, bloody symbols written all over her body that’s slumped over the hay barrel.

“Brother, I want to come again. Make me come again. Make me come here again. Come. Here. Again…”

“Stop!” I scream. “Stop it! Stop it!” I throw my hands up to my ears but guilt washes over me, because she’s not okay. I need to make sure she’s okay.

I keep hearing her voice. Begging me to make her come. Taunting me.

This isn’t how tonight is supposed to go.

This isn’t right.

I throw myself onto her.

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