AMELIA. “Do you wanna talk about what happened?” Dylan asked me and I thought about it for the longest time, do I really wanna talk about it?This was the first time that I was being assaulted in that way, nobody has ever dared to assault me before, not because they couldn't do it, but because I was the fat girl. There was nothing to assault. “Nothing happened, Dylan.” I told him and he frowned. I took out the cotton wool and applied the disinfectant on the injury first, so it won't get infected. He didn't even wince, I was sure that the disinfectant burned him but he just kept staring at me. “A lot happened, I'm sorry that I wasn't there to protect you when that motherfucker tried assaulting you, okay? I'm seriously going to kill him.” He said calmly, but I could see that he had begun fuming at the thought of what happened. “Dylan, you didn't have to do that. Now you're injured and that guy looked dead.” I sighed and he just shrugged. “It's better if he dies, because if I see
AMELIA. Fuck. We were both breathing heavily, our chest heaving. “Oh fuck.” Dylan cussed, he was looking down at his cock and I managed to turn and it was getting hard again. “See what you do to me? Every part of my body belongs to you, I know this. So, know that you belong to me too.” He said and he slowly pushed onto the counter and he looked down at my thighs. “Baby, you squirted for me. Twice and now my cum is mixed up with yours. Perfect.” He said after staring at my thighs and pussy for however long he felt like. I would have not been okay with something like this, but I didn't even have the strength to stand up. “My legs, a…”“I'll carry you.” He said simply and then lifted me, and then dropped me gently on his bed and I frowned. “I'll stain your bed.” I said softly. “I don't care, the cleaners will clean it up. I don't feel like cleaning you up just yet. Seeing you like this does something to me.” Dylan said, this guy. “I'm getting this feeling of letting you walk ou
AMELIA. His back and forth against my breast doesn’t end there, though, and shoots between my legs, metaphorically prying them open. Dylan’s mouth left mine with an agonizing slowness that catches my breathing and made my lips tingle. I stared at him from beneath my lashes and that’s when I realized my eyelids have been drooping as if I’m caught in a trance. My fractured breaths and his harsh ones fill the air as we stared at each other in ominous silence. One that says in blood letters that something is wrong. Or maybe it’s too right, but it can still go wrong. Or maybe it’s equally right and wrong. His fingers circled my nipple and I sucked in a sharp breath through my nostrils.I’ve never had someone toy with me this expertly, promising both pleasure and discomfort in equal measure. It’s a free fall. Torture. Plain sadism.Seeing this side of Dylan made me crave for more. It was like a completely different Dylan. “Were you ready for me, Amelia?” he rasped near my ear, still
DYLAN. The day I dreaded was here. The day when I couldn't keep my mask in check. The day when I couldn't control my sick, twisted cravings. I’ve gone through a million defense mechanisms to bottle it all in. I played the social game and the diplomatic one. I excelled at maintaining a façade and painting a different image in other people’s heads. Not once have I let myself slip, despite the countless temptations. Despite the blinding urges and the compelling chances. Not even during my hot-blooded teenage years.I’ve excelled at self-control. Having learned from my grandparents and my parents that the lack of it would only land me in trouble. Disfigured in a foreign land. For someone with a savage command over emotions, I can tell when I’m on the edge. When my mask, that’s almost become a part of who I am, can no longer remain intact. Because here I am, standing over Amelia as she lies on the bed. But there’s nothing delicate about the stupefaction written all over her face.
DYLAN. “Don't be scared of applying pressure, you won't hurt me.” Amelia tightens her tiny grip and moves it from the base of my dick to the tip of it. I hissed in a breath, and she paused, her movements unsure, before she resumed her task. This lady was going to be the death of me; everything she did amazed me. Her technique is awkward at best as she tries to fit me in as much as possible. Is this a tactic so she can get away without sucking me off? In her attempt to stuff me in, her teeth graze my dick and I grunt as I grab a handful of her hair and wrench her head back. “No fucking teeth.” Her eyes widen, but she nods as she closes her lips around my dick and sucks at a moderate pace. “Are you sure you want to get me off? Because at this rate, I’ll be falling asleep.” I decide to tease her. I know she'll do it properly when you push her or when you make her know that you feel like she can't do it. I don't know why the fuck she's reluctant. She doesn't get that she's mine.
AMELIA. If going to school was hard before, it’s now close to impossible. On Monday, I walk down the hall like a druggie experiencing symptoms of withdrawal. Not only are my fingers twitchy, but I keep watching my back as if expecting a sudden attack. Okay, that’s an exaggeration. Or is it? I honestly don’t know anymore. I spent the whole weekend overthinking until my head nearly exploded. I didn’t find the same level of joy in bingeing on my true crime shows and podcasts. Instead, I kept replaying what happened two days ago in the haunting darkness of the forest. The chase. The blowjob. How Dylan came all over my face. It should’ve been humiliating, right? But I found myself staring at the mirror, recalling how I looked after he drove me home. I was a mess, but not in the negative sense—far from it. It’s the most beautifully haunting mess I’ve ever had the chance to witness, to breathe in and feel up close.Just before I got to my locker, he sent me a picture of himself, hal
AMELIA. My whole body ached, I didn't know who told me to agree with Ava on her games, but now my whole body was hurting. I can't remember the last time my body went through such strenuous activity. Another reason that I involved myself in the cheerleading activity was because the witch happened overnight, she kept appearing in my dreams and I almost died overnight because I couldn't breathe. The cheerleading activity took my mind off it and I welcomed the jabs from Valerie too. She intentionally made it more harder for Ava and I at the tryouts today. Valerie was just a bitch. Finally we were done for the day and I just finished taking a very long shower. I spend more time than needed in the shower until almost everyone leaves. When I come out, Valerie and the assistant captain of the football team are talking to the coach in the office adjacent to the locker room. Their voices are clear, but not their words. Hopefully, they’ll leave before I’m done. I’m not in the mood for jabs
AMELIA. "Because it’s you.” “That’s not an answer.” I retorted.“It’s a perfectly adequate one.” “I just can’t wrap my mind around the fact that you want all this depravity with me when you have the entire campus at your beck and call.” my voice trembled as I spoke softly.“The entire campus don’t make me horny as fuck after a newbie blowjob. You do. Also, the entire campus don't make me hard as fuck when I look at them. So how about you step down from your high and mighty tower and come down to my level?” Dylan smirked, amusement in his gaze as his eyes hovered me.“So I can service you?” I arched an eyebrow.“Among other things.” “In an alternative reality, maybe.” I scoffed.“You don’t mean that.” “I totally do. Does hearing me say 'NO' to you bruises your superstar ego?” “This isn’t about my ego, it’s about yours.” “Oh, give me a break.” I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms.“It’s true.” “Are you telling me that if I say no, you’ll leave me alone?” “No.” “There. Your ego
DYLAN. My teammate licks his lips. “She reminds me of those thick porn actresses. Do you think she makes those erotic-asfuck noises like them?” In my mind, I’m jumping across the table, grabbing him by the neck, then bashing his head against the floor. I really wasn't okay with hearing him speak that way about Amelia. But I had to keep my cool. Once, twice, until blood oozes from a crack in his forehead. Then I go on until he loses some of his teeth and starts wailing like a fucking bitch. In reality, I remain still. I don’t even reach for my drink. Any change in my body language will betray my thoughts. I’ve learned not only to conceal my emotions but also to never allow anyone to read them. Thinking about inflicting violence, imagining the whole scene and its repercussions, is what helps me to cope. Not now, though. His words still ring in my head. The fact that he’s picturing Amelia in a porn scenario and fucking stereotyping about it burns hot in my veins. I need payback be
DYLAN.Coming to The Grill used to be normal. In here, I’m the center of attention and I also enjoy the mindlessness of it. The feelings that reach me from everyone around me are a much-needed distraction from my ominous ones. Coming from my background and being my grandparents’ favorite charity case has forced me to turn off my ability to feel. Or rather, to stop relating to others and only watch them from a clinical view. When I’m with my group of friends, I can decompress by observing them and letting their emotions wash over me. Like Damon, for instance. He’s loud, crude, and only thinks about getting his dick wet and being drafted into the NFL. He’s currently telling the girls his famous story of when he killed a bear with his dad. And while I’d usually relisten to his ego-retelling and even encourage him to go on, I’m in no mood for anything. Correction. I’m in the mood for kidnapping Amelia and chasing her. Or fucking her against the hood of her car—or mine. But that’s not
AMELIA. Goddamn it. Stop ogling his lips. Just when I’m about to pull away from him, an annoying voice filters in our direction.“If it isn’t Amelia.” I push Dylan away as Valerie and her minions and a few others from their exclusive club saunter by us. Damn it. Damn it. The last thing I want is to be seen in Dylan’s company by this band of thieves. They’ll never let me live it down and will make a whole big case about how he’s out of my league and blah, blah, blah. “Val,” Dylan greets her with ease. But at least he’s not trying to touch me. She raises her brows at me. “You aim big.” “Don’t you have some people to torture or make their lives miserable?” She smiles. “Maybe.” “Yours included, Amelia,” One of her minions screeches. “Go take a hike, Bee.” “It’s Bree!” Valerie inches toward me and whispers so only I can hear her, “Careful what you get yourself into. You never know what happens in dark corners.” My breath hitches as she saunters away, followed by her clique. Oh m
AMELIA. Something is off. Me. I’m off. Ever since Dylan had his tongue and fingers in and all over my most sensitive part, it’s like I’m an entirely different person. Because I want it to continue. No. I actually want another scene like in that room where I’ll be on the receiving end this time. Or maybe it can start like in the forest and end like just now. I still have him in the palm of my hands so I can ask for it, I think so… I frantically shake my head. What the hell is wrong with me? Is there some loose screw in there? Instead of finally leaving me alone, Dylan exits the locker room first, saying he’ll wait for me outside. He leaves me panting and hornier than when he first walked in. It takes everything in me to put on jeans and throw on a shirt and my leather jacket before I go out. The late afternoon chill assaults my sensitive skin as I head to the parking lot. Sure enough, Dylan is waiting in front of his Tesla. With Ava. I hurry toward them, my cheeks about to ca
AMELIA. "Because it’s you.” “That’s not an answer.” I retorted.“It’s a perfectly adequate one.” “I just can’t wrap my mind around the fact that you want all this depravity with me when you have the entire campus at your beck and call.” my voice trembled as I spoke softly.“The entire campus don’t make me horny as fuck after a newbie blowjob. You do. Also, the entire campus don't make me hard as fuck when I look at them. So how about you step down from your high and mighty tower and come down to my level?” Dylan smirked, amusement in his gaze as his eyes hovered me.“So I can service you?” I arched an eyebrow.“Among other things.” “In an alternative reality, maybe.” I scoffed.“You don’t mean that.” “I totally do. Does hearing me say 'NO' to you bruises your superstar ego?” “This isn’t about my ego, it’s about yours.” “Oh, give me a break.” I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms.“It’s true.” “Are you telling me that if I say no, you’ll leave me alone?” “No.” “There. Your ego
AMELIA. My whole body ached, I didn't know who told me to agree with Ava on her games, but now my whole body was hurting. I can't remember the last time my body went through such strenuous activity. Another reason that I involved myself in the cheerleading activity was because the witch happened overnight, she kept appearing in my dreams and I almost died overnight because I couldn't breathe. The cheerleading activity took my mind off it and I welcomed the jabs from Valerie too. She intentionally made it more harder for Ava and I at the tryouts today. Valerie was just a bitch. Finally we were done for the day and I just finished taking a very long shower. I spend more time than needed in the shower until almost everyone leaves. When I come out, Valerie and the assistant captain of the football team are talking to the coach in the office adjacent to the locker room. Their voices are clear, but not their words. Hopefully, they’ll leave before I’m done. I’m not in the mood for jabs
AMELIA. If going to school was hard before, it’s now close to impossible. On Monday, I walk down the hall like a druggie experiencing symptoms of withdrawal. Not only are my fingers twitchy, but I keep watching my back as if expecting a sudden attack. Okay, that’s an exaggeration. Or is it? I honestly don’t know anymore. I spent the whole weekend overthinking until my head nearly exploded. I didn’t find the same level of joy in bingeing on my true crime shows and podcasts. Instead, I kept replaying what happened two days ago in the haunting darkness of the forest. The chase. The blowjob. How Dylan came all over my face. It should’ve been humiliating, right? But I found myself staring at the mirror, recalling how I looked after he drove me home. I was a mess, but not in the negative sense—far from it. It’s the most beautifully haunting mess I’ve ever had the chance to witness, to breathe in and feel up close.Just before I got to my locker, he sent me a picture of himself, hal
DYLAN. “Don't be scared of applying pressure, you won't hurt me.” Amelia tightens her tiny grip and moves it from the base of my dick to the tip of it. I hissed in a breath, and she paused, her movements unsure, before she resumed her task. This lady was going to be the death of me; everything she did amazed me. Her technique is awkward at best as she tries to fit me in as much as possible. Is this a tactic so she can get away without sucking me off? In her attempt to stuff me in, her teeth graze my dick and I grunt as I grab a handful of her hair and wrench her head back. “No fucking teeth.” Her eyes widen, but she nods as she closes her lips around my dick and sucks at a moderate pace. “Are you sure you want to get me off? Because at this rate, I’ll be falling asleep.” I decide to tease her. I know she'll do it properly when you push her or when you make her know that you feel like she can't do it. I don't know why the fuck she's reluctant. She doesn't get that she's mine.
DYLAN. The day I dreaded was here. The day when I couldn't keep my mask in check. The day when I couldn't control my sick, twisted cravings. I’ve gone through a million defense mechanisms to bottle it all in. I played the social game and the diplomatic one. I excelled at maintaining a façade and painting a different image in other people’s heads. Not once have I let myself slip, despite the countless temptations. Despite the blinding urges and the compelling chances. Not even during my hot-blooded teenage years.I’ve excelled at self-control. Having learned from my grandparents and my parents that the lack of it would only land me in trouble. Disfigured in a foreign land. For someone with a savage command over emotions, I can tell when I’m on the edge. When my mask, that’s almost become a part of who I am, can no longer remain intact. Because here I am, standing over Amelia as she lies on the bed. But there’s nothing delicate about the stupefaction written all over her face.