Chapter 4 #2
Unless her name is Nola, too? There's a chance, but it’s a very small one. Nola is not a common name. Could it be a name that sounds similar?
Like… well, I have no idea off the top of my head.
Whatever the reason is, I’m really glad I decided to update Skittle’s camera to one that has audio. It was worth every penny.
“Such a dirty little freak,” Sylas hums, stroking his cock while grinning down at her. “Our pretty little angel’s soul is being corrupted, and she fucking loves it.”
I’m sorry, their what?
Now I’m getting fucking pissed off. So, they can talk to her in this way, pretending it’s me, yet the real thing is right fucking here, and they’re not doing anything about it. Why the hell are they pretending other women are me, when they could have me!?
“Be a good girl and cum for Jasper,” Wesley purrs, stepping up to her. He strokes his cock a few times before letting out a low, deep groan and cumming all over her face.
Okay, I totally heard my name that time. He said Nola. I heard him!
The girl lets out a whimper before she finds her climax as Jasper follows with a savage snarl.
I can’t even enjoy watching them get off because I’m too focused on the fact that they did, indeed, say my name.
But why? Why my name? And why the fuck would they do that while they’re with another girl?
“Oh my god, are they pretending she’s me?” I grin at the computer like an idiot. “Holy fuck, please tell me that’s what is happening here. Let my delusional little heart have this,” I pray to any god that’s listening and willing to grant a wish.
Jasper lets his cock fall free from her pussy, now soft. He removes the condom before he pulls his pants up, while Wesley does the same.
Sylas bends down, getting in the girl's face. She lies there on the ground, tears running down her cheeks and snot dripping from her nose. She looks like a mess.
Sylas pulls out a knife, making the girl whimper in fear. He grins, seeming to love the panic on her face. He takes a moment before sliding the knife under the ropes that bind her together and cuts her free.
“Get dressed,” Wesley demands around the cigarette he’s placed between his lips. He throws the girl's clothes at her, looking like he’s bored and over what just happened.
It’s like he couldn’t care less about the girl.
With shaky arms, the girl tries to get dressed, but Sylas stops her, grabbing her by her face.
“Before you go, remember this: you mean nothing to us.” The smirk on his face is pure malice.
“You were nothing but a hole for us to use. Remember the contract you signed? Never speak to us again. Don’t expect anything to come of this night.
We might have called you Nola, but know that you will never be her.
She’s too fucking perfect to be anything like you. ”
She swallows hard but nods as she pulls her shirt over her head.
My lips part as I stare at the computer, dumbfounded. So… this is really happening, huh?
Wait a minute. Let’s back this up.
They think I’m perfect?
If I weren’t so shocked over whatever the fuck is going on here, I’d be laughing because I sure as hell am nothing near perfect.
The girl takes off, leaving the three of them standing there alone.
Wesley perches his ass against a gravestone, crossing his legs at the ankles as he takes a drag from his cigarette.
“You know…” He blows out a cloud of smoke. “We could have the real thing.”
“Don’t even start, Wesley.” Jasper points at him, scolding him like they’ve had this conversation a million times before. “You know that's never going to happen.”
“Why? Because she’s so sweet?” Wesley laughs. “She’s too innocent for the likes of us?”
Ummm, no, the fuck I’m not. Who the hell said I was?
“That she would run scared when she saw what we’re really like?” Sylas adds.
Run? Who the hell is running? I sure as fuck wouldn’t be.
“Exactly,” Jasper says. “She is too pure and innocent to be corrupted by the likes of us.”
“The fuck I am!” I argue back even though they can’t hear me.
“It’s the best we can do without risking her. If we let ourselves have a taste, you damn well know we’d lose ourselves, and the things we do to those girls will look like child's play compared to what we’d do to her.”
“Who the fuck asked you to protect me?” I demand. “It wasn’t me. Defile me, hurt me, make me scream. Do all the dirty fucked up things you want. I sure as hell am not going to complain.”
“You know what would happen if Toren found out we harmed his baby girl. We can’t risk our partnership with him. He’s a vital part of what we do,” Jasper reasons.
“Who fucking cares about what my dad thinks?” I question, throwing my arms up. “My body, my choice. And I choose for you to use me like a fucking sex doll.”
Of course, it’s my dad who's cock blocking me by just existing.
“Even if it wasn’t for her dad, she’s too good of a person. Her soul is pure. She deserves better. Someone to treat her like a queen.”
“Lies!” I shout. “All lies. I don’t want to be treated like a queen. I want to be treated like a fucking sex slave or some shit.”
“Whatever,” Wesley mutters, flicking his cigarette to the ground.
“Don’t litter.” Sylas lets out a harsh breath, grabbing the butt off the ground.
Wesley rolls his eyes. “Let’s get the fuck out of here. I’m over this bullshit.”
The three of them leave, and as soon as they’re out of view, Skittles takes off.
Closing the laptop, I can’t help it as the biggest, dumbest smile takes over my face.
“They want me.” I laugh in disbelief. “They want me to be their girl. They pretend the women they fuck are me. Me!” The smile on my face is so wide it hurts. “I can’t believe this is really happening.”
Guess that little world of delusion I’ve created isn’t so delusional anymore, is it?
They can be mine. For real, not just in my fantasies now.
The only thing is, they think of me as some innocent, naive girl who needs protecting from the world when I am far from that person.
Maybe when I was a kid, sure, but I’m not the same girl they knew when we were younger.