Page 56 of Monster
“Why is there never any dust on these shelves? I’ve never seen you read one, and I definitely haven’t seen you clean them.” I ask the question bugging the hell out of me without turning to him. I can feel him directly behind me—not close enough to touch me, but close enough to where I can feel the heat radiating off of him burn my icy flesh.
“That’s what you wanna know, baby doll? Really? There isn’tanythingelse you would like to ask me?” he asks, his tone condescending, knowing. I know he’s baiting me, but I’m not as dumb as I act sometimes, and I will not fall for it.
“Yes,” I answer him, not leaving myself room to change my mind.
“Well, all right. If you really want to know…” I hear movement, so I quickly turn around and watch as he pulls out his phone from the back pocket of his jeans. My brows draw together in confusion the longer I watch him typing away on his phone.
What the hell is he doing?
Right as I go to ask him, he turns his phone to me and I drop my gaze to it, still confused. I’m staring at the game room we’re standing in right now; except I see it has a timestamp from five months ago—a month after I left. Pain shoots through my chest as I think about what I did to him, but the longer I stare at the screen, the more that pain is replaced with repulsion and anger. White hot motherfucking jealousy.
I watch as a female comes into view and starts cleaning the shelves with a cloth, but only a minute later, a man I recognize all too well comes into view. Vincent stalks forward until his front presses directly against her back—exactly like he did to me a few minutes prior. I feel the reckless anger festering deep down inside of me, but I push it down as I keep my gaze locked on his phone screen. Apparently, I’m a fucking masochist of the worst kind.
You can see their lips moving as they speak, but the video doesn’t have audio and I’m extremely grateful for it. I don’t think I could handle the audio on top of this. She suddenly spins around, and Vincent shoves her backwards right before she drops to her knees.
My stomach drops as realization sinks in.Oh, fuck. Oh, no. Please, no.
“Oh, yes, baby doll.” Vincent chuckles and I realize I must have said that out loud. Not only have I let him know how much this bothers me, but now he knows how much. I watch as he wraps his fingers through her blonde hair and I squeeze my eyes shut, unable to watch anymore.
“Open your fucking eyes and watch, baby doll. I had to watch you withhimfor fuckingmonths.It’s your turn to watch me now.” He speaks every word with venom, but I can tell he also says them out of pain, and it kills me he had to see Dom and I together. I never meant to hurt him, but then again, I thought he was fucking dead.
This whole thing is so fucked.
I force my eyes to open to the travesty going on right in front of my face. I’m forced to watch as some other bitch wraps her lips around his cock and sucks him off until he comes a few minutes later. The second he begins to pull away from her in the video, Vincent hits the lock button on his phone and the screen turns black. I hold back my instant sigh of relief, afraid if he hears it, he’ll force me to watch it all over again.
Nausea rolls through me and my stomach clenches and cramps. My entire body is feeling the side effects from that video, but I do my best to keep it from showing. I can’t allow myself to give Vincent any more power than he already has over me.
I keep my gaze locked on the floor and stand still as I wait for what’s to come. I know for a fucking fact that wasn’t the only thing he has in mind for me. No, there is definitely more to come, and I can say with certainty I’m going to hate it even more than what just happened.
In my peripheral, Vincent takes a step closer to me. He stands still for a moment before I feel one of his fingers underneath my chin, lifting my head to look at him. I fight it at first. I can’t fucking look at him right now. I’m so fucking pissed off and disgusted,and fucking hurt.I know I’m going to do something I will regret. His finger digs deeper into my skin and my eyes automatically fly open at the pressure. My gaze immediately lands on him and when my eyes lock on his, I can see the pain lingering behind those deep, soulless browns. Eyes I used to think were utterly soulless but now I can see howwarmthey are. How full of pain they are.
What the fuck did I do?This isn’t the first time I’ve felt immense regret for what I did, and it sure as fuck won’t be the last. But I force myself to repeat the same thing every time I feel guilty.
What else could I have done? I was trapped. I was his fuckingslaveand I had to free myself. I couldn’t be used anymore.
But look where the fuck that got me. With Holley dead. My baby dead. And me right back where the fuck I started. I’m starting to think that maybe I should stop thinking I deserve better than the life I was given. Maybe this is it for me.
A knock on the door causes me to physically jump away from Vincent. He drops his hand from my face but doesn’t turn away from me. No, he keeps his gaze locked on mine as he speaks to the person who wants to enter the room.
“Come here,” he barks out and I’m tempted to see who he is speaking to, but I can’t break our gaze. Nothing happens for a minute, but then a female steps into my peripheral and my gaze is quickly averted from Vincent and instead locks onto a small, blonde female. A female who looks pretty motherfucking familiar.
“‘Bout time you join us, Ava.” Vincent says to her, and she moves her gaze from the floor to Vincent as he speaks to her.
“Yes, sir,” she replies.
I want to vomit. What the fuck is he doing?
“You ready to play again?” he asks her, but stares at me and my heart falls right out of my fucking ass when I register his words.
“Excuse me?” I screech. I don’t even fucking care if I’m showing him how much I care or whatever the fuck. I will absolutelynotwatch anything of the fucking sort.
“I didn’t stutter, baby doll. I asked Ava here if she wants to play again. It seemed last time she had my cock down her throat, she really enjoyed it and I didn’t mind it so much myself, so I figured why not. You let someone fuck you with their fingers so I’m going to let someone fuck me with their mouth. What’s the big deal, baby? I’m merely playing by your fucking rules.”
He grins at me, and I can feel all the blood draining from my face because he is fucking serious.
Oh, fuck. He’s so goddamn serious right now…
“Vincent,” I mutter. “Don’t.” I clench my fists at my side. I feel every fucking emotion known to man right now, but the biggest fucking one is my reckless rage. The very rage that made me put a gun to his goddamn head and right about now, that’s sounding like a pretty solid plan.
