“Oh, you didn’t know your boyfriend was filming you, did you?”
“He wouldn’t.” I gasp out, feeling the water stinging my eyes.
“And why do you think that?” the laugh echoes in my ear.
I don’t answer him; I just turn my head.
“Pay attention!” He calls out from right next to the screen. Matthews forces my head around so I can’t look away.
“I can’t help it…” my whimpers echoing off the concrete walls surrounding me.
“Let’s skip ahead a little.” He nods to the man at the computer.
“My favorite part.” Matthews groans in my ear, standing so close I can feel his heat on my back.
I tune out all the surrounding sounds, as difficult as that is. Focusing on the video, replaying in my head how it went.
Eli asks me if I like it when he forces me to do what he wants. My body freezes. Matthews’s hands are on my shoulder.
“Is that so?” the voice next to me groans at my response in the video.
Eli cuts my shirt up the middle, before it’s draping open. I arch my back enough so you can see each nipple before he’s sucking one into his mouth. Matthews’s arm pushes against me, but by his grunts I doubt he’s trying to get my attention.
I know what I’ll see if I look over at him.
The sound of scraping metal on concrete draws my attention as I look over.
“So good of you to join us.” The man from the front shouts.
Glancing over and seeing Eli stepping into the room. My eyes widen.
“No.”
Blood drips from the side of his head as he sways on his feet.
He looks forward at the screen; his face falling before looking around for me.
Our eyes lock.
I recognize the shame written across his face.
I’m out of my seat across the room before Matthews forces me back into my seat.
“How could you?”Shouting as I shove him.
Our moans mixing behind me as I shove against him again, knocking him out of the grasp of the guard.
“Sketch… I…”
There’s laughter behind me as I launch myself at him, shoving him backwards until his back hits the wall. It’s loud enough to cover any other sounds we make as I continue to push against him.
Gripping my wrists, he tries to stop me as I look at him.
“Guns?” Breaking my hands away from him, I push against him again.
“Yes,” his mouth barely moving as he says it.
Two of the guards move towards us to separate us.
