His refusal seemed to upset her. Yena's two slumped but she nodded for longer than necessary, lost in space again. When she spoke, she seemed to be talking to the room of which Johnny was a piece. Her words weren't for him, and they both knew it. “I knew you would say that. Makes sense, I guess. It's just… I don't think anyone will see it as I do, Kudo. No one will understand at all. If this comes out, people will think I'm crazy. That I was young and didn't know what I was talking about. That I was a victim and that all my feelings were the result of emotional trauma. I think that's the most painful thing." “I've been through everything. I've seen, felt and experienced more than most people experience in their lifetime in just one summer, but what about in the end? I'm just a girl no one can understand. There's a lot of things about me that aren't what they used to be." “I don't want to hear about sex. I know that. I know it's not appropriate to sit here and tell a complete strange
Day 10: Johnny wakes up feeling achy. Everywhere hurts. Slowly, he bent his head forward and grunted as the pain ran down the back of his neck and settled back between his shoulders. He squirmed and fell back onto the mattress. This is going to be more difficult than you think. With each passing second, sanity slowly returned, and before long, his heart began to beat in a frantic rhythm. Last night he went out. “Johnny? Is that you?" Johnny grumbled. Is not. No, no, no, nogggg. He pressed his face deeply into the bed below. Your boy is having an erection. It's not just the usual "good morning flag" phenomenon. He is remembering. He jumped when he heard a familiar voice. Her voice. “Damn it!” he mumbled softly. How do you handle this? How can you explain this? Anyone else! Anyone can do that. But no, it was her sitting next to him, when he finally gathered the courage to turn the chair around. Her red hair was loose; wavy curls running down her back. She wears a white shirt that
“You are not an Imposer.” Janice shook her head, “I don't think so. I mean, you can, you're strong, very manly and full of control. But that is the problem. Isn't that right, Johnny? There's too much work to do to stay in control." She raised her slender hand and twisted her fingers into the hair at the nape of Johnny's neck. It was an intimate gesture, full of meaning. Ah, right. Damn crazy bullshit. Yena was right: Sloan no no no. She would look straight at a person and start tearing them apart. No matter how painful it is. Even though she wasn't asked to do so. All night long, she did this to him, provoking, urging, and stabbing him until he surrendered. Janice's free hand grabbed Johnny's thigh and gently provoked it. Johnny swallowed hesitantly, but then let Janice do as he pleased, and so she stepped between his outstretched thighs as if she belonged there. “I won't tell anyone your secrets, Johnny. I keep a lot of secrets; that's my job. If you tell me to leave you alone, I w
“Push him straight up. I want him to sit on his heels,” Celia said and the two men pulled him up.Kid's face was red and wet with tears. His ribcage, unlike his back, showed just a single red whip.“Open your legs, Slave,” Celia said.Kid sobbed violently, his chest shaking with it, but he obeyed.“You were a good boy, Slave. I think you deserve a present.” Celia glides her whip slowly over the boy and Kid's balls. Kid's breathing stopped immediately and only returned after Celia had done it a few times.Slowly, his boy began to stir, erect despite the humiliation and shame. Despite the fact that his audience is anxiously awaiting the moment when Celia uses the other penis on him. Despite the fact that he had no idea what would happen next.Celia continued to coax Kid's erection, going further by kneeling and stroking him with her hands. Kid groaned as his sensitive flesh was expertly caressed. He seemed to have forgotten about the whip, unaware of Celia's fake boy, his body slowly mo
Johnny took a long, hot shower. It helps soothe his sore muscles. The damage was minor, just a few bruises and stripes on his butt. It was a relief to know that no trace would be visible once he put on his clothes.He stopped to buy coffee on his way to work. He didn't want to be near the coffee pot area in the office. Fellow officers would try to get him to talk, and Johnny wasn't in the mood. He walked away quietly, nodded to the clerk, and then got into the elevator, without saying a word to the security guard of the building accompanying him.“Agent Kudo.” Johnny set down his leather briefcase next to his desk, and put coffee next to his keyboard before turning to the officer who had just appeared."YES?"“There was a message for you late last night. Clerk brought it up this morning.” The young man handed the message to Johnny and left.“Thanks,” Johnny mumbled following the young man's back and looking down at the message. Agents at the FIA called. Johnny looked at his watch and
Yena was scribbling furiously when Johnny walked in. She seemed to be in a better mood than last night. Johnny must have complimented Sloan.“What are you writing?” Johnny asked. He put down the leather briefcase and sat down. The chairs here are much more comfortable than those in the foyer. At the same time, sitting in the hospital room also helped her to talk more.“Dr. Sloan gave me a notebook. Very sweet, isn't it? It's been too long since I wrote anything. I almost forgot how much I loved it,” said Yena. Then she smiled."I didn't ask that, Miss Ruiz," Johnny replied, but there was no stinging in it.She sighed, “I'm…you know. I just want to preserve my memories before I stop believing in them myself.”Johnny really didn't know what to say except, "That could lead to a subpoena, you know?"She seemed to be hit hard, the pen in her hand fell down with a 'clack'. "Really? Why did you do that?”"Nothing," he said easily, "forget what I just said."She looked at him, then bent over
When I opened my eyes and realized it was morning, it took me a few minutes to regain my orientation. The anxiety that lasted all night was slowly fading away. I don't remember when I fell asleep, I just remember lying in bed thinking for hours, trying to get out of my current situation without having Eric come to my rescue later.The room I slept in was beautiful and perfect. Every morning, sunlight would flood the room as Celia stepped in to pull back the heavy curtains. I told her I could do it myself, but she just ignored me and continued to prepare the room.“She's not allowed to talk to me,” Eric said as he sat down on the edge of the bed. It's only been his second week at the mansion and he looks so tired, as if he's never rested. He kept complaining that he couldn't continue to wear clothes to sleep for the rest of his life. But he did it every night.Eric was more erratic than usual during the first few weeks. Yes, you are very cruel. He constantly challenged me, teaching me
The worst is about to happen when the dream suddenly changes again. Everything is now faster, even faster than real time. Eric opened the door and asked what the hell was going on, and the arms that were holding me let go. They huddled in the corner of the wall behind me. Freed, I stood up and ran into his arms. I wrapped my arms around him and told him what they were up to.They try to deny it. Eric told them to shut up. He took me in his arms, told them to stay put, and led me out of the ruined room full of air mattresses and clothes, into another room that I recognized as his.He put me down by the door while looking at me once, “Are you okay?” he asked. I nodded, not paying much attention as he ran his hands over his naked body to check for injuries. Seemingly satisfied that I was unscathed, he hugged me again.“What do you want me to do?” he asked. The moment slowed down and I looked into his eyes.“Make them hurt for you,” I whisper.“I will make them pay,” he said. His hands co