Page 89 of Orion Ruined

Two guys walk in, unclip the collar, and take her to the bed. And it starts. The full-on sex starts pretty quick.

The three of us sit in silence and watch, barely breathing. All of us have a full hard-on but none of us dare touch ourselves. We have honor, after all.

At one point, our heads all tip to the left to better see the position she’s in and check out her face, as well as one of the guys who’s now slamming into her quite rough.

“Oof!” we all exclaim at the same time when he misses her cunt as he’s pounding her. That must’ve hurt.

Kai’s had enough. “Nuh-uh.” He crosses his arms over his chest, but his eyes don’t leave the screen.

Our heads now lean to the right, nearly upside down, trying to figure out what Maisy’s doing with the girl who just showed up.

“Ahh,” Logan and I get it at the same time, and chuckle.

At this point, I realize why Kai’s frowning. I don’t believe it, but it’s there, right in front of me. Evidence. Maisy has lots to explain. I glance over at Logan, who locks eyes with me and shakes his head. I nod. We’ve seen enough. I point the remote at the TV and turn it off. The room is in silence, except for Maisy’s foot tapping on the floor, something she’s been doing for some time.

She bites her nails. “Well?”

“Are you nervous, Maisy?” I ask.

“I’m not.”

“You’re biting your nails. You can’t tell me you’re not nervous.”

“Okay, I am. A little. What did you see?”

I shake my head in disappointment. “I was hoping you’d tell us.”

She looks at Logan. Him, and no one else. Like she’s asking, begging for something.

He shakes his head too. “Don’t look at me, sweetheart. I can’t help you.”

“Come, sit next to us. Let’s continue the video.” I reach out a hand to her. Even in the moments when I should be speechless, I can talk. But no emotions come out of me.

She sits in my lap, and I press play again.

My eyes are on her, and as the scene is unravelling in front of us, she watches but through squinted eyes, closing them at some points, then opening them again.

When I see a closeup of her on the TV, I freeze the video. “What’s the matter, Maisy? Can’t look at yourself?”

The three of us wait until she opens her eyes fully, and her whole being stops. As if the life has left her body. The stillness is eerie.

She stands up slowly and, as if under a spell, walks to the TV. She reaches out with her hand and strokes the face on the screen.

The face that is not hers. Similar, but not hers.

“Maisy.” I say gravely.

Kai’s voice is dark. “When will the lies stop?”

“Just be honest,” Logan adds softly, concluding the reprimand. If we can call it that. We’ve turned into wimps, I see.

When she turns to us, we see tears roll down her cheeks. She’s looking at the floor as she starts talking, her voice somber.

“This is Rosey, my twin sister. I haven’t seen her face in eight years. My father sold us both to Milan when we were twelve.” She raises her eyes to Logan. “When was this made?”

“A few years ago.”

“In your studio?”

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