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“Scott? Please.” I’ll beg him if I have to. Then I hear his voice, and a chill wraps around my spine.
“He can’t help you.”
“What are you doing? Why are you doing this?” He steps into the room out of the shadows, and I can see the evil in him too. My stomach cramps at the thought of what he might do to me.
“Why am I doin’ this? Why am I doin’ this?” he asks twice. What the hell is wrong with him?
“What do you want, Twitch?”
“I thought it was obvious when we used to dance what I wanted. I wanted you, Yenni.”
“You can’t do this. I will fight you,” I tell him, even as my heart beats against my ribs.
“Will you? I like a good fight.” He eyes me like I’m his next meal. Bile burns the back of my throat.
“Why are you doing this? How?”
“The why and the how … well, Yenni. The why is because I fuckin’ want to. The how is easier than that. You see those two motherfuckers out there? They didn’t want to lose their miserable lives, so they turned on you. The video? That was all me. Great, right?”
“How the hell did you get that video? From Scott?” he laughs and shakes his head.
“No, he deleted it, like a good little pussy would. But imagine my surprise when Marsha had it on her phone.” No way. Why the hell would she have it? I shake my head; none of this is making sense.
“She didn’t have it,” I say more to myself than to him.
“She did have it. Turns out little Miss Marsha has always been a little jealous of you. She’s just been waitin’ on the perfect time to exact her revenge,” he tells me. He’s lying. He has to be. There’s no way she’d do that to me.
“That makes no sense,” I tell him.
“Marsha!” he roars, and I hear her come running. She’s in the room in seconds before he grabs her by the back of her neck and walks her toward the bed. The next thing I know, he’s bending her over the end of the bed, running his hand under the dress she has on.
“So fuckin’ wet, right Marsha?” he asks. I look between the two of them, none of this making sense.
“For you,” she whispers, and shock hits me. She wanted Twitch? Why didn’t she just go after him?
“I know what you’re thinkin’, and she would never have gotten me. I only wanted you,” Twitch says as he pulls his cock free and strokes it. I watch, unsure what to do, when he hikes her dress up and shoves into her from behind. Marsha moans; she actually fucking moans as he fucks her from behind. I close my eyes, and that’s when Twitch snaps.
“You watch me fuck her, or I’ll kill her and leave her dead body with you!” My eyes snap back open as my chest rises and falls rapidly. He wouldn’t, would he?
He fucks her hard, and she seems to love every second of it. My stomach twists and turns as he comes inside of her. Then he pulls out of her and tucks himself away before approaching me.
“Next time, that’ll be your pretty little pussy I’m buried in.”
“You better never touch me,” I warn him. He chuckles.
“We’re touchin’ you, Yenni. Both Scott and me. You missed him, didn’t you? He said he wanted you back, but you’re mine now. He can play with you and have a taste, but that’s as far as it goes. I’m a little like Cage in that aspect. It fucking turns me on seeing you with other men. It makes me harder than you could know. I want to bend you over and take you hard in front of everyone just like he did. Maybe we’re both sick in the fuckin’ head, huh?” His words make me sick to my stomach. I don’t want him or Scott touching me. If Cage knew he had set this up, he would kill Twitch.
“Cage will kill you,” I tell him.
“How? When? He will never know. He has no fuckin’ clue about this house or that it’s mine. He will never find you until I’m done, and you’re used up. By then, you’ll be begging for death,” he tells me. Marsha stands there watching me with an evil grin on her face. I never saw it in her. I thought we were friends, but I was so wrong.
“You can’t do this,” I beg, looking at her mostly.
“She can and she will. She wants me, Yenni. She can have me all she wants as long as she plays along,” he says, resting his hand on her shoulder.
“You want him after he’s going to rape me? What kind of sick shit is that?” I ask her.
“Is it sick? He gets what he wants, and so do I, Yenni. This time it isn’t all about you,” she taunts me. How can she do this? She’s going to let him do whatever he wants to me? Is she going to help him?
