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“Only until we go down to the next circle,” she sniffs. “Then I’ll make sure I’m in charge again.” She gets up from the bed and languidly moves around it until we’re face to face. I try to remain impassive as she cups my balls in her hand over my pants. “Then we can be together and none of this shit will matter.”

“Great!” I curve my lips up into the most charming smile I can muster under the circumstances. I can’t wait until the bitch leaves me alone. I can’t throw her out because she might be my key out of here, but I want her in here less than I want a rabid hell hound to use my balls as a chew toy.

“Leave it to me.” She gives me the ghost of a wink, then kisses me on the mouth, forcing her sharp tongue between my teeth. I’ve never noticed before now, but under that strong perfume she wears is the unmistakable stench of sulfur. I resist the urge to gag.

“Bye for now, Darling.”

I give her a short wave as she heads toward the door. It’s all the enthusiasm I can muster. I let out a long breath when the door closes behind her and I can be alone again.

Even though I’m really beginning to hate her, I can’t deny that I’m turned on. It’s something about this place that makes me constantly horny. I lay back on the bed and bring my already hard cock out. As I fist it in my hand, I can’t help the image of Rowena that pops into my head. The way she knew exactly the right places to lick and the right pressure and speed to suck. The image of her blonde head bobbing up and down and her eyelashes fluttering. The way her dress fell open just enough for me to see her bra covered breasts as she made me come.

“Fuck” I come hard, spurting my cum all over my pants. Mortification fills me that it’s Rowena on my mind and how much I really fucking like it.

I rip the pants off and throw them to the floor in disgust before heading into the shower and washing off any thoughts of her and of Anthura. The quicker I get out of this Circle and down to Gluttony, the better. It’s going to be safer stuffing my face with food than walking around with a constant boner.

That’s what this is. I’m only thinking of Rowena in this way because I’m horny all the fucking time. I’d probably let myself be blown by that syphilitic baboon someone mentioned a couple of days back. It’s not Rowena that’s making me horny. It’s this god forsaken place.

I don’t want Rowena. I can’t want her.

So why the fuck can’t I get her out of my mind?

17

SWEATPANTS

QUINN

The image of Dade’s face and his confession is frozen at the forefront of my mind and no matter how much I try to think of anything but him, his words keep coming back to me.

Did you want me to rape you?

I remember too how painful and how desperate I felt when the tables were turned, but if Dade hadn’t helped me willingly, would I have forced myself on him? I honestly don’t know the answer. I was out of my mind, almost delirious. Dade had seen that and purposely made the world around us into a place where I could be safe… from him.

It’s not just the images of what did happen, but what would have happened that are tormenting me. How would I have helped him? Would I have fucked him? Would I have enjoyed it?

I’m saved from that particular rabbit hole by a knock on the door. I left the cheering crowd behind me for a reason. I couldn’t face having to be interviewed in front of everyone and having to tell them what happened in there. I’m pretty sure we got low points again. No one in this place is going to be happy watching one person being chained up without some sexy action being involved.

I heave myself off the bed, preparing myself to turn whoever it is away. My breath catches in my throat as I open the door to find Remy standing there. He looks like… Well; he looks like he’s just come from a marathon Candice fucking session, which, considering what we’ve just been through, he probably has. His normally neat hair is tousled and wet through sweat and his shirt is only half buttoned. Depressingly, it’s a sexy look on him.

“Can I come in?” His voice carries a note of desperation.

“No.” I begin to shut the door, but he stops it with his hand. “Please Quinn. I have nowhere else to go, and I need help.”

I shrivel up my nose. “You need a bath and some sleep. Go back to your room.”

He runs his hand through his hair. “I can’t. Candice is outside waiting for me. I saw her sitting by my door and fled.”

I feel my face harden. “She’s probably waiting for another fuck session, although I don’t remember you being up to much when we had sex, so I guess after the last hour or so, she’s going to be out of luck.”

It’s mean and petty, and I don’t even care. I just want him out of my face.

When his face falls, I realize how bitchy I’m being. It’s not like he had any choice in the activity we all participated in, although by the looks of it, he didn’t chain himself to a wall like Dade did. “Use the back door. She’ll not even know you’re inside.” I relent.

“She’s not really the problem.” His voice lowers. “I didn’t have sex with her and that is what’s creating the problem.” He gestures down, and that’s when I notice the bulge in his pants.

“Oh no.” I step backwards and hold my hands out as my stomach contracts. “What you and Candice did or didn’t do is up to you. There’s no way I’m being your fuck buddy. You have a problem, you deal with it yourself, or let Candice deal with it.”

“That’s just it. All the time I was in the Earthery and turned on, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Candice was trying to seduce me and the awful music was playing in my ears, but I knew that if I slept with her, if only for the sake of the games, I’d never be with you again. So I restrained myself.”

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