Page 88 of Orion Ruined

Logan follows. “I’ll join you. I’m dying for a cup.”

“Maisy, get dressed. We’ll meet you both in the living room,” I order and as I leave, her voice sounds taut when she says, “S-sure.”

Kai’s “Hey, baby girl, how’re you feeling?” quickly follows.

Logan’s been awfully quiet. The behavior of a guilty person. He knows that–he’s not stupid. Usually, it’s because he needs time to process. But process what? I know he’s not the one who gave Maisy the drug. For that, I’d swear on my life. Whatever it is, it’ll come out, I’m sure.

I sit at one end of the sofa and Logan sits at the other. We each have a cup of coffee in our hand. I lean back and rest my left ankle on my right knee. Logan, in a nearly identical position to mine, seems to be lost in thought. We don’t wait long for Maisy and Kai to arrive, and while Kai’s clothes are all wrinkled from yesterday, Maisy’s like a breath of fresh air in jeans and a white top.

They enter with an arm wrapped around each other’s waist. Kai’s kissing her head, and after spying the two cups of coffee on the table, they pick them up. She accepts one last kiss to the lips, and Kai peels away from her and sits between me and Logan on the sofa. He leans back, knees spread apart.

I can see the turmoil raging inside Maisy. Clearly sensing something’s up, she sits on the chair facing us.

“You look like you finally found the guts to kill me.” She smiles bitterly. “Let me at least have my coffee first.”

“Why would we want to kill you, Maisy?” Kai asks.

“Because of what I did. Look, I’m sorry–”

“Maisy, Logan found your video recording,” I announce calmly.

Her eyes widen, as if she never actually trusted we’d do this for her. So much disbelief in there. I’m starting to question everything she’s ever told us.

“Where is it? Show me! Show me!”

I hold up the memory stick in my fingers.

“I knew it! I fucking knew it!” She jumps and turns to Logan. “See, Logan? It was there all along! I KNEW IT!”

“Sit down, Maisy,” I continue. “We’re going to watch it.”

“Can I… Can I watch it first?”

Of course she can’t.

“Surely you remember having sex before.” Kai reminds her we are the ones that want to see her video.

Not sure why it’s important at this stage. Either we’re the biggest perverts in the world, or it’s a case of finders keepers. No, scratch that. I didn’t mean it like that.

“Maisy, the reason you’re with us is because of this video,” I say. “Now that we got it, we want to see its credibility.”

“You don’t trust me?” She raises her eyebrows indignantly at me, as if all this time she’s been a loyal, honest person. She hasn’t.

“Well, you did go on your own to Logan’s club, after I told you to stay put.”

She narrows her eyes at me. I bet she’s trying to think of a different tack. “Why do you want to watch it–to jerk off to it?”

Kai and Logan look as thrown off as I am. I shake my head in disbelief. “Really, you think that’s why? I’ll tell you why. We want to see who’s in it, and kill them. That’s all.” From the corner of my eye, I see Kai and Logan nodding.

She looks at us, hundreds of new strategies running through her head, I’m certain, but she gives up and sighs, dejectedly. “Go ahead. Watch it.”

Without missing a beat, I walk to the TV, inject the memory stick into the back, pick up the remote, and go back to my seat.

The TV’s set up sideways to Maisy, but even though she can turn to see the screen, her eyes are trained on us.

I press play and lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees.

The film starts, and we see Maisy in stockings, black lace panties with a slit through them, and a matching bra with the cups slit open and her nipples poking out. She’s wearing a collar, and she’s being led by someone. We can’t see his face. My blood boils just at the sight of someone having put a collar on Maisy. My Maisy.

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