Page 112 of Controlled Burn
He wasn’t done.
She thought she was better than him?
She wasn’t. Not in school. Not now. Not with her thighs pressed to some other guy’s face like she was holy. Untouchable.
She wasn’t.
“You think they’ll believe you over me?”
He said it like a fact. Like prophecy.
He sat in the dark, hunched over the screen. Thumb twitching on the pause button like a tick. The glow made her look ghostly. The way she moved. The way she left.
Replay. Again.
Her moans. Her shudder. The way she used him like a weapon.
He didn’t even jerk off to it anymore.
He just watched. As ifsheexisted for him, pixel by pixel.
No more notes. No more screenshots. No more hiding in the dark.
Now it was psychological warfare.
Let her sweat. Let her scan every camera light. Let her look over her shoulder.
Let her sit with it. Let her wonder how much he’d seen—and what he hadn’t said.
He wasn’t watching anymore.
He didn’t need to.
Maddox
Dean pulled into the lot before sunrise. Sky still bruised. Air thick with diesel—and dread.
McKenna was already waiting.
“Chief wants you.”
Talia passed him in the hallway—hair damp, jaw clenched.
Their eyes locked.
Not fear. Not guilt. Something sharper. Feral.
“What happened?” he asked, low.
“Later,” she said. And kept walking.
Inside Stark’s office, McKenna’s voice dropped.
“There are more concerns with the security cameras. Not just the original complaint.Thisis new. Someone’s been pulling files. The logs are corrupted.”
Dean’s spine stiffened. His jaw locked so tight it cracked. Blood turned to ice.
“Who?”
