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The new girl that social services so gracefully delivered us is fine. A little thing. Blonde. Damaged enough to be fucking wild, just like Sarah was.
She was okay for a time, but she’s become far too much effort. Why are we going through that much effort just for her?
“You can film Fayn if you want to,” the stalker snaps back. “But I’m not interested. Sarah’s mine!”
I sigh. Even back when we started, it was always like this. The stalker is never done. Not until the prey is used up. Dried up.
And buried.
I was along for most of the ride, but the last move broke something in me. In us.
It was foolish and dangerous. Brandon might have been an idiot, but he was our son. Killing him just because he didn’t want to play anymore? Stupid. The stalker is losing it.
And I’m not going down with her.
“Fine,” I tell my wife through clenched teeth. “Go get her, then. You know her schedule. She’s in physics. Go if you must.”
I’m so done with this. And with her.
The people protecting Sarah have far too much power. We’re playing a dangerous game here. But to be fair, Jenny lost me the moment she tied up our son in the basement and gave him nothing but arsenic to drink.
I didn’t love the boy, so I’m not sure why I’m so shaken by it. Maybe because it made me realize I don’t love Jenny either.
She’s always been the wilder of the two of us. I went along with her plans because I wanted to see those girls getting what they deserved, what they were made for. And Jenny’s obsession provided plenty of entertainment. But lately, she’s just stalking fucking Sarah, and that girl is soboring. Jenny rubs herself watching her on loop, when she did nothing but study in her dorm room. It’s idiotic.
The orgy she filmed…that had plenty of promise. But since then, there was nothing. She’s being protected by the kind of people I don’t want to mess with.
Jenny’s too far gone to realize pushing this is self-destructive. And I’m done with her.
I finish my job. I have five hundred cameras, and plenty of dorm rooms to cover…
Jenny can do whatever the fuck she wants, for all I care.
And when I get home? I’ll put some more cameras up in Fayn’s room, too.
88
SARAH
Marius skips classes again today, and to be honest, I should have to. We’re not really learning anything this week; my time is better spent revising.
Or doingother things.I’m becoming insatiable, and it’s allhisfault. If he wasn’t so good at sex, I wouldn’t be so wild. Then again, the events of the previous day suggest he’s not the only thing to blame. He unlocked something in me. And I really do like it.
And him.
What am I saying? I don’t just like Marius. He treats me like I truly am royalty when our clothes are on, and like the dirtiest of prostitutes when they aren’t. Both are equally new and delightful to me. I was always the dirty secret, not someone to be worshipped—and fucked unapologetically—in public.
The last few weeks have changed the course of my life so drastically, so fast, it’s hard to adjust, but there’s no denying that I can’t imagine my life without him anymore.
“Hey,” a girl I’ve never met says, sliding into the seat next to me. She’s gorgeous—warm, golden skin, straight black hair, eyes of onyx. “You’re Sarah, right?”
I nod awkwardly.
She’s not the first to greet me since Marius and I started the public farce—that turned into something else.
“We’re going to get along great,” she announces, offering me her hand.
I can’t pinpoint why, but I like her energy. I squeeze her hand, finding her grip stronger than anticipated.
