Page 63 of Infected By Virus

When he hadn’t paid any attention to her for the last thirty minutes or so, she took advantage of his distraction.

Trying to puzzle a way out of her situation, Rae took inventory of her restrictions. There was nothing to do with her handcuffed hands. They were tight and the only way out was with a key.

Wiggling her feet in her boots, she managed to get one heel above the shoe part, but it was pointed and awkward when he looked up at her and she ceased all motion.

“You call out his name every time. Did you know that?”

What the fuck was he talking about? He must’ve read the look on her face.

“When you touch yourself. You call out his name. For seven fucking years. Every damn time you fingered the pussy you wouldn’t let me near; you called his fucking name. I was right there, begging like a damn dog for the scraps of your attention. And the whole time it was still ALL ABOUT DARRIN.”

Rae leaned back because he stood and shouted the last into her face.

“How would you know?”

“How would I know? Because I had a front-row seat to it every fucking time,” he whined in a distraught voice.

That tone morphed into one of fury as he thrust his phone in front of her face with both hands. The gun abandoned on the mat.

“This was the night I took you home after our last date. I offered myself up to you on a platter and you gave me a halfhearted kiss and sent me away. Within the hour, you were fingering yourself and calling his name.”

Gun forgotten, Rae stared down in horror at herself masturbating in her bed back in Vegas. Writhing with one hand at her clit and the other pinching her nipple and Darrin’s name on her lips as she came undone.

The entire meaning of what she saw hit her when he swiped to another video and another and …

“Every fucking time, Rae. Every time you called his name. I watched it all. Even when you were with another man, you mouthed it. Darrin.”

“You … cameras … in my home? How long?”

Barker ignored her.

“How long?” Her voice was meek sounding, and she hated it.

He pushed a lock of hair out of her face. She reached up with her cuffed hands and shoved his hand away. “How fucking long have those been in my house?” At least her voice sounded stronger, if still wavering.

“Since before you moved in.”

She never questioned him installing her security cameras before she moved in. She’d given him the key. She never imagined he would’ve put an extra one in her bedroom.

“Where? Where was it?” Morbid curiosity had to be the only reason to ask. She’d never felt so violated in her life. To think she’d been friends with him for years, tried to date him. “Oh my god,” she whispered. She’d left Adam in his care. Trusted him with Darrin’s son. Bile rose in her throat at the thought.

“This one.” He pointed to the video on the phone. “In the dresser mirror. This one.” He swiped to a page with multiple stills. “Above the bathtub.” He pointed to another. “In the Impala model.” And on and on he went. Five in total. In her tiny apartment. There wasn’t a single place of privacy.

In her own fucking home.

The horror had passed, replaced by pure, unadulterated rage. He hadn’t just violated her once, oh no, he had violated her for years. Every second of every minute of every hour of every day for almost seven fucking years.

Rae had never experienced such fury. Not even when she saw Darrin with her sister or when Celeste confessed conspiring to get Darrin into her bed. None of that felt like what Barker had done.

That fury became a living, breathing thing, and it took over. She balled both her fists and swung up into his face as hard as she could. Standing to put her body weight behind it, forgetting that she was attached to a chair.

Toppling in a heap, Barker, her, and the chair, she punched as best she could. Which wasn’t very well with her hands cuffed together, but she wouldn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. She wanted to beat him to death. She wanted to get the gun and end him.

Barker managed to swap their positions, the chair holding her legs at an awkward angle. He straddled her waist and held her hands still. She was completely at his mercy, but still livid.

“How could you?”

“How could I? How could you? How could you go back to him after everything? He fucked your sister; she had his son, for Christ’s sake. And you still came crawling back here to spread your legs for him. He took everything from me. EVERYTHING.”

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