Page 34 of Did They Break You

He was so proud of that.

I grab his throat with my other hand, my nails digging into his skin.

It’s a little euphoric, treating him like he treated me. I know in the morning when I’m sober, I’ll be scared all over again. Paranoid. Even tonight, I’ll sleep with the nightlight on, hiding under my covers. But right now, in the woods, with his blood in my mouth,I’m in control.

I clench my teeth around his lip, then release him. He doesn’t pull back though, his temple still pressed to mine. “I can say a lot more now,” I hiss, my pulse loud in my head.

“I like this,” he whispers, his hands still on the wall beside me, his mouth still hovering over mine. “You sticking up for yourself for once.”

“You have no idea what I can do,” I lie. I lick the blood from my lips, then dig my nails a little deeper into his neck, feeling the flex of tendons beneath my fingertips. “You made me like this. You broke me, Cortland. Now you have to deal with the pieces.” I flick my tongue over his piercing, something he used to love backin those few fleeting moments we had together. “And watch out,” I whisper, “because they’re fucking sharp.”

He smiles in amusement with those words, and some of my confidence wanes. “So cute, baby.”

He snatches my hand from his throat, yanks out of my grip, slamming his hands back beside my head. “But do you ever play with knives?” His words caress my ear.

I think about the scissors at my desk.

“You ever wanna die, Remi?”

I think of those moments of sleep. The only time Idon’twant to die somedays.

“I’m not that boy you fucked over anymore.You fucked me up.”I try to duck out from under his arms, but he puts his palm on my face, twisting it so I’m forced to look at him. “You wanted to put me in prison for some shit that never happened?” His fingers dig into my jaw, and I can’t breathe all over again.“This time, you try to send me there…”He drops his hand from my face but doesn’t back up.“I’ll make sure I deserve it.”

CHAPTER

EIGHT

CORTLAND

“Don’t talk,and I won’t make it hurt.” The man’s voice is low, almost soft, even though his words are not.

My fingers circle my cock, pumping myself as I keep my eyes on my laptop screen, leaning back in my chair. My throat is tight as I think about Remi’s face beneath my hand last night. Heat rushes through my body. I have my sweatpants pushed down, my shirt off. Feeling nervous, I dart my gaze to my locked bedroom door.

Storm is here, and while I’ve got my headphones on so he can’t hear what I’m watching, I still feel some sick paranoia he’s going to catch me.

I know he probably watches worse, but even still…

I stroke myself faster, run my thumb over the bead of precum on the tip of my cock.

“Good girl,” the man is saying, slipping his hand between the girl’s thighs. She’s whimpering, bent over a kitchen counter, looking over her shoulder at the man. While she’s completely naked, he’s got his jeans shoved down, but his shirt is still on. He’s wearing a burglar’s mask and he slips his fingers insideher pussy, murmuring about how wet she is. Then he slides his fingers out and puts them to the girl’s mouth.

She presses her plump lips together, shaking her head slightly. Her acting is pretty convincing, but I see the slight smile on her lips.

The man knots her long, blonde hair in his hand, jerking her head back as his mouth comes over her ear. “Open your mouth or I’ll crack your fucking teeth.”

The girl’s eyes close, mascara tracking down her cheeks as she shivers. Seeming reluctant, her hands white knuckling the counter, she parts her lips, and the man groans, shoving his fingers into her mouth.

“Suck yourself,” he says against her ear.

I stroke myself faster as my muscles tense, my breath caught in my throat. He pushes his fingers further into her mouth and she gags, her eyes flying open.

They look golden brown.

Just like Remi’s.

At that thought, I close my eyes, leaning back in my leather chair as I get myself off imagining her underneath me that night. Her face pressed against the forest floor. Her little whimpers as I pushed myself into her.

I think about afterward, when I finished inside of her, stepped back and let everyone else take their turn. I could barely stand at that point, but I remember she was smiling up at me, her lips parted, a lock of blond hair over one eye.

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