Page 105 of The Invite
The blanket rubs against my bare skin and I frown. How is that possible? I slept with my clothes on. A memory surfaces of having an erotic dream that felt too real at one point. It was exquisite with a man in a skull mask looming over me.
Rough fingers exploring my breasts.
A hand around my throat.
Then a deep voice calling me his little—
Oh god!
I shoot upright in bed as I realize it wasn’t a dream at all. Augustus was here. In my bed. Touching me while I was blissfully sleeping and then waking me up with his fingers fucking my pussy.
One deviant deed after another flashes behind my eyes of everything that occurred last night and finishes at the part when I could no longer stay awake after an acute sting in my neck.
I tentatively touch the spot as my brain puts two and two together.
Augustus drugged me.
Even in my darkest nightmares, I couldn’t have imagined that he would cross such barbaric lines. It wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment decision. He came intending to sedate me and to do what? Make me terrified of him more than I already was? Show how sick he is?
Fear paralyzes me from head to toe at what he did while I was utterly defenseless. I’m too afraid to let my mind think he fucked me, let alone check for signs. I don’t want to accept he could be this evil or go this far.
I scold myself, thinking,What more proof do I need?
Isn’t it enough for him that I come every time he touches me? That I submit to his domineering ways?
I feel betrayed.
Gathering courage, I shove aside the blanket. Cold air blasts over my nakedness. With my heart beating a rapid rhythm, I look down and gasp out loud. Dried cum is caked all over my chest and lower belly. My entire pussy is covered in his essence.
Did he come in me?
Whether it’s after he had sex with me or not, I can’t tell.
The soreness is similar to all the previous times when I would come multiple times. I’m so freaking confused. Trailing my hand down, I brush my fingers over my entrance and feel for a tear. It doesn’t hurt.
I wish there was a way I could know.
How am I supposed to sleep at night now? What if the next time he doesn’t bother waking me and straight-up drugs me?
I have to get out of here. At the moment, the school is the only place I feel safe. Since my alarm didn’t go off, I turn to the nightstand to check the time. My gaze lands on the extra item placed there.
A twisted reminder from Augustus.
He’s left the empty syringe he used. Looks like he’s upgraded from sketches to this. Still better than him recording me. But is not knowing what he did after I was unconscious good or bad?
I truly despise his guts.
Fighting tears, I jump off the bed and run into the bathroom. I’m not staying a minute longer in this cursed house. I’m done being the victim whilst hoping Augustus will get bored and leave me alone.
He’s punishing me for something that isn’t my fault.
I would rather take my chances living on the street than here. But first, I’m telling Ace and the police about being stalked. I have no other option. Screw the NDA. His sister. His dictator mother.
Under the spray of the shower, I scrub myself clean. My skin turns raw and pink from how hard I do it. But I don’t care. I just need him off me.
Wrapping a towel around my damp body afterward, I rush to the closet and quickly get dressed. It’s way too early to begoing to school but the walls are suffocating me. Every corner is tainted by my sinister monster.
My eyes have finally opened.
