Page 43 of Fragmented Illusions
She’s fascinated by us. Her answer surprised me to say the least and I don’t get surprised very often. It’s not exactly a pleasant feeling but at least this surprise is a good one. I have had too many bad ones to want it to happen again, though.
“Fascinated, you say?” Spencer asks, his tone intrigued, and I smile under my mask. Eager little shit.
“I—” she starts but Spence cuts her off.
“You were so confident twenty minutes ago and now you can’t spit out a sentence, pretty girl?” he taunts, and Fallon’s jaw tightens as she straightens up, resolve settling through her body.
“Icanspit out a sentence, thank you.”
“I don’t know, I’m thinking I much prefer the scared, trembling mess you were underneath my knife last night,” Spencer laughs.
He carved an S into her, and it was the hottest thing I have ever seen—another foreign feeling I’m tucking away to deal with later. I’ve only ever felt anything for Spence, and it has always been that way, so I never thought twice about it. Nor did I ever care I never wanted anyone else. It was always me and Spencer.
But now with Fallon in the picture—and the way I’m feeling about her thrown in the mix…
I don’t know what I expected him to do last night when I told him to leave our mark, but I was pleasantly surprised. I should have been upset because of what he carved—it could put us in danger—but I can’t bring myself to be.
We are permanently etched into her skin for the rest of time, even after her corpse is rotting in the ground, until her body decays.
“What is going on?” she asks, and this time, I want to take my mask off and show her my smirk. She’s so clueless to the plans we have for her. But she’ll succumb soon enough; in fact, she’ll be begging for it. I can almost taste the words resting on the edge of her tongue.
Her pleading, begging for it all.
And soon enough, she’ll have it. She just needs to prove herself first. I would hate to have to end my pretty girl’s life all because she doesn’t want to succumb to her dark side. A dark side I know she has, that I know she fights.
It’s sad, really. Watching her pathetic little struggle with being perfect. I watch how she always wears the best clothes, has her makeup done to perfection, and never a hair out of place. Granted, she looks flawless, but I’m desperate to see how she will look once she finally lets go.
Because when she does, it’s going to be beautiful to see her release the weight of her struggle. To be free—with us.
All she needs to do is prove herself. And what better time than now? Better to know before I put too much effort into her.
“What’s going on, is we have something for you, pretty girl.” I smile, but I know she doesn’t see it. Her eyes widen and she takes another step back.
“Tsk, tsk, baby. Stay still.” Spence lifts his hand and wiggles his pointer finger back and forth. “We’re not going to hurt you,” he adds to placate her when he notices her body lock up and her jaw tighten.
“I highly doubt that when I’ve seen you two murder someone,” she bites out, and Spence howls his laughter, throwing his head back and exposing his throat to the light. My eyes linger a little too long on his skin. Long enough for me to notice the dusting of stubble growing in, smattering the underside of his chin and top of his neck.
My cock makes a little jerk and I clench my teeth, this time annoyed by the feeling. My body reacting like this means I’m not in complete control—and it’s only gotten worse since I decided to indulge Spencer in his needs.
When he turned into a whimpering puddle at my feet, I couldn’t help but to give him what he wanted—and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since. I’ve even fucked my hand twice since that day a couple weeks ago.
Of course Spencer has asked for it again, but I’ve denied him. I want him, but I want Fallon too. I want the three of us together and I’m holding out until that can happen.
I wanted it last night when we visited her, but she’s not ready—mentally. Her body on the other hand…
“Fuck,” I grumble as I remember the smell of her arousal with my body between her lithe little body. She was so ready, I could’ve pushed right into her with no resistance. But I need to execute control because I know Spencer won’t when it comes to her.
Both of them look toward me but I turn around and leave the small room to grab the surprise.
One I know is either going to be the beginning or the end of us all.
Fallon
“Where is he going?” I ask Creepy, my voice wavering.
“You scared, pretty girl?” he asks, taunting me. I don’t answer as I cross my arms over my chest, feigning confidence I’m not feeling. In fact, I’m petrified but I can’t fight the curiosity coursing through my veins.
Curiosity that will most likely end with my body buried six feet under. Curiosity killed the cat and whatnot.
