Page 52 of Black Curtain

I gripped Black’s hand, panting.

We kissed.

For a long-feeling few minutes, we kissed in the car. I lost myself there, kissing him… but reality would pull me back there, too. His wrists cuffed together. He would try to touch me, and all we could do is try to hold hands with our hands bound.

…Someone pulled us apart.

Walking across a flat stretch of nothingness.

I saw more planes. One plane, in particular, right in front of us. People walked to either side, surrounding us, holding our arms, marching us across the tarmac. I glanced around to find Black, and saw him walking alongside…

…I blinked, and I was on a plane.

Brick sat next to me.

Black sat on his other side.

I couldn’t reach him. I couldn’t touch his fingers anymore.

Black was arguing, threatening someone… I heard the thick fury in his voice as he threatened them, threatened whoever he spoke to…

…I wondered if it was Brick.

I wondered if he was talking about Brick.

I remembered him waking up in the middle of the night, almost every night after he got out of prison, a prison Brick put him in…

I saw Brick feeding on Black, drinking from his wrist, his hand on his cock…

Fury ran through me, so intensely I screamed.

I slammed up against the straps holding me to a leather upholstered chair. I couldn’t get breath. I could only growl at him, throwing my whole body against whatever held me to the airplane seat. Every muscle strained. God. Everything hurt so bad…

The pain sharpened.

I felt a shard of fire in my neck, in my throat…

Everything winked out.

That time, I’m pretty sure they drugged me.

Even then, I couldn’t be absolutely sure.

Maybe my mind shorted out.

Maybe I shorted out. Too much voltage. Too much strain.

I doubted what I’d seen as stars tilted around us, showing me dark oceans, an endless-feeling expanse of night. Black and I stood waist-deep in ocean waves, warm water swirling around us in the dark as we watched the moon rise.

I felt so much relief. So much.

I felt at peace with him there, at utter peace, like we could finally live our lives.

I felt like things were finally how they were supposed to be…

The road bumped.

…We were in another car.

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