Chewing on my lip, I focus on the throbbing pain between my legs. “Us women, we like to think we live in such a sex-positive society, but is it true? Are we truly that advanced, or is the world still full of women who judge other women for the things they enjoy?”
“That will always be the case.” Then she asks a question of her own. “What about women who fuck men in relationships? Are they whores?”
A few hours ago, I let my mom’s husband fuck me on the vestibule floor.
My mom’s husband.
Cassie and I gaze at each other.
“No,” I shake my head. “They’re not.”
Swallowing thickly, she clears her throat. “Did you really walk here by yourself when there’s a killer on the loose?”
“I didn’t want anyone to see me. Besides,” I rest my head back on the wall, “the killer won’t kill me yet.”
“You can’t possibly know that.”
“True, but life has to move on. What if they never find this guy?”
“They will.”
My lips tilt upward. “You sound so sure.”
Cassie gestures to her laptop on the bedside table. “Want to watch a movie?”
* * *
Cassie is fast asleep beside me, snoring softly.
I’m too warm.
Kicking the sheet off, I scoot up to sit, glancing at the alarm clock. It’s almost two o’clock in the morning.
It’s raining again.
While the soft pattering on the window is soothing, it’s not enough to help me drift off to sleep. I listen to the grandfather clock in the hallway. Even with Cassie’s door closed, it can still be heard.
My phone lights up beside me on the bed. I pick it up, already knowing who it is.
King: Where the fuck are you?
King: Think you can hide from me?
Keira: It’s working great so far, wouldn’t you agree?
King: Wanna play games, baby?
Keira: My pussy is sore. I need a break.
His response is immediate.
King: Your ass isn’t sore.
Why do I tingle between my legs? And why do I want him to hunt me down?
King sends me a short video recording. Pressing play, I clamp a hand over my mouth to muffle my gasp. He’s masturbating over my bed.
King: I like it when you hide from me like prey. It makes me so fucking hard.