Page 18 of Last Summer
“You got one of these freaky envelopes too?” he asks, holding up a matching blood red envelope, only his is ripped open.
“What’s it say?” I ask him with a nod of my head towards the note in his hand
“Open yours first,” he says with a slight tone of suspicion slithering through his words. As if he thinks I could pull something like this off.
I’ve never hurt anyone in my entire life… Well, not really. Not like this anyway. Those painful secrets died with Jonathan.
“Fine,” I say with more confidence than I’m truly feeling. “This is silly anyway. Two accidents and we’re all acting like someone’s out to get us.”
Deep down, I don’t think either was an accident; but if I just keep saying it, it will feel real, right?
With a shaking hand, I reach for the blood red paper and tear it open, my patience nearly non-existent with my frazzled nerves. Inside is a small piece of weathered paper. I flip it over. Printed in black block letters is a message.
Two down and three to go.
If you don’t want to be next, you’ll put on a show.
“What the fuck does this mean?” I look at Chris who’s standing awkwardly inside my space, as if he’s contemplating fleeing.
“Yours also have some creepy, threatening poem?” he asks as he watches me carefully.
“Put on a show? What do they want from us?” I ask, not really to anyone in particular.
The sound of the computer turning on pulls my attention. Across the room, the screen illuminates. It’s open to one of the camping sites. A chat room is already open. The red light turns on… We’re being filmed… being watched.
“Guess that answers that,” Chris whispers from somewhere behind me.
The messages immediately start flooding in.
CockLover7766: Fuck her ass
GrapesBallz: Make her get on her knees and suck your cock, Daddy
AnonymousUser2276: Let’s see some tits
DeezNutzzz:Suck on her toes
“They want a show,” Chris purrs in my ear as he comes close enough to stand directly behind me.
His warmth engulfs me from behind as he moves his hands around me to pull my bikini top up and over my head, exposing my breasts to the waiting audience. My nipples immediately harden in response to the cold night air and the knowledge that hundreds of people are watching me through their screens, thirsting over me, wishing they could be me or be with me. It’s a rush unlike one I’ve ever felt before. It fills the empty holes that the scars of last summer have left behind.
“Look at these tits,” Chris says into the camera as he grabs my breasts and squeezes. “They want to see your ass now, baby,” he says as he spins me gently.
I allow him to turn me until I’m facing him. His eyes run hungrily over my body—a predator assessing his prey. His sinister smirk as he stares down at me makes a shiver run up my spine.
All of this is so fucked up.
If I was smart, I’d run.
But I’ve never been one to play it safe.
Instead, I let him slide my shorts and bikini bottoms over my hips and down my legs. I had him twice yesterday, and yet, I’m desperate for his cock again. I shift my weight, pushing my hips out in hopes that he’ll get the hint and put his mouth to good use. Unfortunately, he stands back up.
“Do not move a muscle, do you understand me, sweetheart?” My pulse thumps excitedly at the way he says the pet name.
He moves behind me, looking through something. I’m so tempted to turn. To see what he’s doing. But I don’t.
“Good girl,” his praise wraps around and warms my insides as he comes back up behind me. “Spread those legs wide.”
