“Stop questioning me, Aurora. Why is it you can’t even do that one simple thing for me? Is listening and following instructions that difficult of a task? Or are you only good when it comes to taking dick?”
I expected an argument, but all I got was:
“I’m sorry…”
I didn’t respond, I just slid in again. And we went again. And again. And again. Until I even lost count.
“What’s it at now?” I asked out of breath.
“Seven—Sevente—Se…”
“Bunny?”
Her eyes went blank then rolled over.
“Aurora.” I shook her slightly and nothing.
She passed out.
BACK TO REALITY
Rory.
Chewy’s tonguewas the first thing I felt.
I groanedand pulled my hand back, cracking one eye open.
“Boy… if you don’t?—”
He followed, licking at my fingers again. He must be hungry, so I should get up. I blinked up at the ceiling, trying to figure out where I was.
Okay… so, not my room.
Then it hit me. I was at Marlon’s house.
The memory came back in pieces. I pushed myself up slowly, my mouth was dry like I hadn’t had water in days. And my head felt… cold?
I went to massage my temples when—No fucking way. I turned my head and spotted my wig sitting neatly on the side table.Did this man fuck my wig off? When did that even happen?
Next to my discarded wig were two bottles of water and a protein bar.
I stared at it for a second then grabbed one of the bottles, and twisted the cap off. The first sip hit fast and cold, exactly what I needed.
I didn’t stop until half of it was gone.
“Okay…” I muttered, setting it down.
I grabbed the protein bar next, tearing it open and taking a bite. Not my first choice for breakfast, but I wasn’t about to be ungrateful right now.
Chewy jumped up beside me, sitting like he was waiting on his share.
“No,” I said, chewing. “This is mine. I’ll get to you next but I gotta put me first right now.”
He huffed and laid down anyway.
I finished the rest of the water, then sat there for a second, taking in the room.
It was dark.
