23. Motley
TWENTY-THREE
The second Weston takes her in his room, Harley punches me right in the jaw. I stumble back, taking off my mask in the process. “What the fuck, man?”
“Really, Motley? What’d I tell you? To get her as soon as she gets home and take her back here.”
“Well I did, didn’t I?” I muse, rubbing my jaw.
“I never said to get your dick wet.”
“Oh, but it’s okay if you do it?” I throw back.
“Look, this isn’t about pussy right now,” he says, storming off to the kitchen and grabbing the liquid drug from the cabinet along with a syringe needle. “Come and do this while I set up her bed,” he says, shaking the vile before walking off.
I do as I’m told, not wanting to piss him off even more. I don’t even know why he’s that mad about it. If he was the one doing it, everything would be just fine. That’s Harley though…
He’s always been the type to get mad at you for something, then turn around and do the exact same thing. I remember one time in high school he got mad at me for hooking up with some chick only to find out he fucked her a couple days later. And whenever he finds out me and Weston fucked each other without him, he gets furious.
Putting the cap back on the syringe, I slip it in my back pocket when I feel the necklace and flash drives, forgetting I took them while I was waiting for her to get home. I quickly go to Harley’s office, open up his laptop, and pop in the first flash drive.
What are you hiding, angel?
A folder pops up on the screen. Growing eager to find out who she truly is, I click it only for a password entry box to pop up. Groaning, I take out the other flash drive, putting it in. I’m taken to the same screen, still needing a password to bypass. My frustration grows into suspicion. She’s hiding something big enough to not only hide a box full of expensive shit, but to go to the lengths of adding a password to the drives as well. Hearing a door close, I pocket the flash drives and shut the laptop before putting my mask back on. I walk out into the hallway finding her creeping up on the door where her new bedroom will be.
I quietly walk towards her, now just a couple of inches away as she turns the door knob, having no clue that I’m behind her. “What’re you doing?” I ask, startling her. It causes her to open the door as her body jolts against it with my sudden presence.
She looks at me, then back to the guys who stand next to the cage we put in here for her. Owning a haunted house has its perks, you could say. Thanks to the extra props from previous years, it gave us the thought of caging her in until our boss could get here. We still haven’t mentioned anything to him. For right now, we just need her weak and trapped.
“What the fuck is going on?” she demands, facing the guys.
Harley tries to reach for her, but she thrashes her head away. Feisty little angel she is…
With a snap of his fingers, I pull out the syringe and hand it over to him. She steps back as I wrap my arms around her so she can’t escape while Harley plunges the needle in her neck.
“Get the fuck off of me!” she yells, thrashing her body around trying to fight us off. It doesn’t take long before I feel her body start to relax around my arms until finally, she goes completely limp.
“Welcome to your new home,” Harley whispers.
The weight of her unconscious body has me picking her up and cradling her. Her breathing evens out, already deep in her sleep.
“Put her in the cage.”
I carry her over, laying her down on her back before locking her in. Weston puts his hands in his pockets, refusing to look at her.
“Motley, you’ll be on watch tonight. If she wakes up, you do what needs to be done,” Harley says, walking out of the room.
“Stop!” I yell. “We have her, Harley, now what? We call him and tell him that we have her, even though we weren’t even supposed to go near her?” This is as far as Harley told either of us the plan.
“I’ll figure it out.” He turns away, dismissing himself from all of us.
Weston takes off his mask, looking like he just got stabbed himself.
“I’m tired of this, Motley.”
“I know you are.” And the truth is, I am, too. I just want her gone and for the guys and I to be done with all of this completely. We’re so close to taking back our lives, living them without him in the back of our minds all the time.
“Can you make this go away?” he whispers.
“Make what go away?”
“This feeling…” he says, walking up to me. “Numb me, Motley. Make me feel everything while feeling nothing at all,” he pleads, brushing his breath right on my lips. I pull him into me, grabbing the sides of his jaw as I welcome his lips with mine. His hands bring me in closer, grabbing my waist.
“Not here…” he says in between kisses. I don’t ever let his lips free as we stumble to my room, aching to become numb as well. Both of us part ways as we take off our shirts. Winver’s now dried blood still lingers on my skin while our warm, naked chests collide with each other. “Motley…” he softly moans. I hum into his mouth, biting and sucking his lips like it’s my life supply while working on undoing his pants.
“You want this, Wes?” I mumble, kissing the sides of his neck.
“You want me to make you feel good?”
“Please,” he says softly, working his hand through my hair while I kiss my way down to his nipple, twirling around the puckered out stump.
“Be my good boy and lay down on the bed.”
I take off my pants, stroking my dick a few times before crawling on top of him. I bite down on his bottom lip, tugging away slightly. “Look at me,” I command in a whisper, reaching down to his length and circling my index finger around his tip. “Lose your thoughts, Wes.” His sapphire eyes glow with need as I start to kiss, lick, and inch my body down to his pelvis. I swipe my tongue up the length of his cock, watching as his body tenses up.
“Fuck…” he moans, running his fingers through my hair and pushing my head down gently. I let him do it. I let him have this moment not because this is me rewarding him, but because I, too, want this moment. I fucking need this moment. I need the passion and lust to drown out everything even if it’s only temporarily. I need him.
I stick out my tongue while my lips wrap around his cock, bobbing my head up and down slowly.
“You suck me so well,” he groans, fisting my hair. I hold my head down at his base, gagging while his hips start to lift up, pumping himself deeper. I let him take control, staying lodged in my throat, thrusting quicker now. Breathing out through my nose, I look up at him seeing his head tilted back with his mouth open. “Oh…fuck…” he whimpers out.
I move myself back up, my spit running down his length as I taste his salty precum. “Spread your legs and hold your knees up, Wes.” He’s quick to spread them, opening up his tight little ass for me. I pump myself around my palm a few times before angling myself right at his entrance.
“Count,” I command.
“What?”
“Count how many thrusts I rail into you before I have you coming all over your own stomach.”
In one forceful motion, I’m entering the tight rim. His eyes pop out then slam shut from the thrust. “One…” he groans out as I begin to deeply pump into him. “Oh fuck–”
“Count,” I remind him. “Two,” he breathes out, feeling my cock swell even more inside his ass.
“Three.”
“That’s my good fucking boy.”
“F-four….five…”
I can’t take the slow, deep thrusts anymore. I start thrusting faster now, putting my hands next to either side of his face. “Am I numbing you like you”re numbing me?” I pant out.
He wraps his hands around my arms, nodding with pleasure staining his eyes.
“I…fuck…I can feel myself…Ohhuh…wanting–”
“To cum? You aren’t going to cum until I count it down.”
I can feel himself tighten around me, holding off on the release he so ever needs. My mind and body start to lose themselves and it’s at this moment I can feel the pure ecstasy starting to build.
“Five…” I groan out. “F-f-four…”
“Motley, please,” he cries out, gripping my arms tighter than ever.
“Fuck…Three.” I’m already at that breaking point, feeling my balls tightening.
“Two…” I pant and in one deep thrust, I moan out. “One!”
I burst inside him while he shoots out onto his chest. Our moans fill the room, chasing after our high and never wanting to come back down. Leaning down, I kiss him hungrily, swallowing down his groans.
“Fucking hell, Wes,” I rasp, feeling the sweat cling on my body. I pull out then swipe my tongue up his stomach and chest, coating it with the pleasure I gave. I swallow it down, watching him remain in his flustered state.
I get up and leave him on the bed while I turn on the shower, needing to cleanse myself from the mix of blood, sweat, and cum.
I let the cold water stream down my face, closing my eyes and letting the water slowly start to warm. Weston wraps his arms around my chest from behind, his touch startling me.
“No matter what happens after all of this is over,” he says, “we’ll still have us.”
I sit in front of her cage, watching her remain exactly where I put her. I need her to wake up so she can tell me those fucking passwords. Too lazy to get up, I send Harley a text hoping he’s still awake.
Me
How long has she been living here?
Harley
In Willow Creek?
Are you stupid?
Me
Yes.
Harley
Just as long as we’ve been watching her.
Me
And you know this how?
Harley
Boss told me. Why?
Me
Just curious. Where is she from?
Harley
I don’t fucking know.
Me
Surely San Antonio if that’s where he’s from.
Harley
We don’t even know if that’s where he’s from.
Me
But wouldn’t that make sense?
Harley
Dude I don’t fucking know. Is she up?
Me
No.
It would only make sense for her to be from Texas, right? But she can’t be that much younger than us, so surely we would’ve seen her around unless she just never socialized. But she’s also not the type that would get my attention…until now, of course. Closing my phone, I peer up seeing her sitting up right, her hair covering the sides of her face looking like the chick from The Ring. She looks even more creepy with the only light being the red bulb that lights up at the top of her cage.
“Well, rise and shine, angel,” I warmly greet her.
“What the fuck did y’all do to me?”
“Gave you a night-night shot and then put you in your cage,” I say, crossing my arms.
She pauses.
“That’s it…?” she worryingly asks.
What is she so worried about?
“You want there to be more?” I muse.
“What am I doing here, Motley?”
“Waiting for a special delivery,” I smirk.
“What’s the special delivery?”
“Can’t tell ya, it’s special.”
“What’s the delivery, Motley?”
“No can do, angel.”
“What’s the goddamn delivery, Motley!?” she yells out. I rise from my chair, going up to the bars until I’m inches away from her face.
“What’s the password?” She tilts her head, burrowing her brows.
“What password?”
For some reason, my mind is telling me not to give it away just yet. So, instead of asking for the passwords to the flash drive, I decide asking for her laptop password. Maybe they’re the same.
“The password to your laptop. What is it?”
“Weepingwillow123. Why?” Odd password, but I’ll take it.
“Just need to make sure you’ve kept our little secret.”
“You’ve made it clear what would happen already, I can assure you I haven’t told a soul,” she says in a smart-ass tone.
Now having the answer I’ve been looking for and hoping that the password is the same for the flash drives, I take out a new needle. She scootches back, colliding with the back of the cage. I chuckle at her thought of thinking that would help.
“Sorry, angel, it”s time for you to go back to sleep,” I say, unlocking her cage. She cradles herself in the corner, begging me not to do it as I tower over her.
“No, no, no, no, please, Motley, don’t do it.”
For the first time, I see something in our angel that I never thought would come to surface.
Fear.
Out of all the things we have done to our angel, why is she fearful in this moment? I push the thought out of my head. “Too late.” I shrug my shoulders, poking her in the neck again. She cries out with frustration as I lock the cage back so she can’t escape. Walking out, I hear her little delicate but feisty voice call out to me.
“Fuck you, Motley.”
I don’t even have to turn back around to check if she’s gone back to sleep. The midazolam dosage could knock out a six hundred pound man in minutes.
Now back in the office, I open up the laptop and take out the flash drives I made sure to get after I was done with Weston. Plugging one in, I open up the file, typing in the password she gave me. A loading screen pops up and within seconds, the file is opened. Well that was easy… I keep getting a nagging feeling, though. Something isn’t adding up about our little angel.
Clicking on the first folder I see, my stomach curls up in a ball, making me want to gag at what the image shows.
What.
The.
Fuck.
I continue clicking through them, each one just as bad as the last. With the feeling of pure disgust that wants to swim up my throat, there’s also a feeling of pain and sorrow. Everything about Winver Sage starts making sense. The fire that ignites through her veins, her introverted personality around others, the fear she showed today…
She’s just like us, although she’s masking something much bigger.