Page 44 of Perilous

No! That’s not true. I’m going to meet Molly. I’ve already texted her. She’s texted me. I told her I have an insane story to tell her.

I’m wearing a navy blue hoodie that’s huge on me. It smells like Peri and quite honestly, it makes my pussy wet to smell him. I can’t help what my body does anymore.

Peri pushes me forward out into the sunlight. There’s a moment or two where I wonder if I’ll burst into flames like I’m in some vampire story. I don’t burst into flames. Nobody jumps out of a dark corner and stabs me or shoots me. But I am absolutely scared to death.

I actually then wonder if any of it is true. Does my father actually miss me? Do people he’s secretly connected to want me dead? Or is this all part of the game that Perilous has been playing from the moment we met?

He’s fucking with my mind. He’s breaking me down. I hate him, yet at the same time…

I keep looking back to make sure he’s with me.

I don’t think I can survive this without him.

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I can only imaginehow I must look to Molly as I approach her. Wearing the oversized navy blue hoodie, with the hood up, plus a pair of big, black sunglasses on my face.

I stink like a man. Like an evil man. As though I’ve been rolling in the sheets with the devil himself.

Which maybe I have been.

Molly slowly stands up and her jaw slowly drops. It’s like she’s afraid to come near me. She’s just in complete shock.

I take the sunglasses off.

“Hey, Molly,” I say.

Did you enjoy your night? Did you enjoy fucking two guys at the same time? Did you have both men jam their dicks into your pussy at the same time? Huh? Nice and stretched out and all that?

“Annika,” she says.

Her eyes fill with tears and she blinks fast. Her mascara streaks down her cheeks like some kind of acid rain on a window.

“I’m fine,” I say, jumping right into the warm pool of lies waiting for me.

Of course nothing I’m about to tell her will be the truth. I can’t tell her the truth. I’ve been ordered to lie to my best friend. Obeying Peri seems to come so smoothly, which I don’t like.

Molly rushes toward me and all but jumps into my arms. I hug her with only one arm. My heart is racing and my emotions are scattered.

She steps back. “What happened to you?”

“Did you get us coffee?”

“Yes.”

“We’re definitely alone?”

“Yes. Why…”

She’s a little nervous.

Good.

I’m following the orders given by Peri. He told me to make sure Molly orders coffee before I arrive. And then we have to sit in one of the gardens. Out in the open but yet mostly hidden.

I sit down and the metal chair is cool and uncomfortable. It’s weird pattern digs into my butt. Nobody ever sits here on purpose and enjoys it. This table and chair set is for decoration.

“How was your night that night?” I ask Molly.

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