Page 121 of Sinful Lord

Ripping my hand out from between my legs, I roll off the bed and stumble to the closet. It almost feels like I’m drunk, I’m just not sure what on.

Envy? Shame? Lust? Anger?

It’s impossible to say. What’s not hard to figure out, however, is what I want.

I want to see that fucking tape again; wallow in all the bad feelings it gives me. Maybe then I can break free from this spell.

At least, that’s what I tell myself, if only because the other option feels far too pathetic.

I want to learn. I want to be better for him, so that Tytus never wants to leave again.

“There you are.”

It doesn’t take long to find the duffle bag Tytus and I frantically stuffed my electronics into. At the time, we were worried the terrifying figure might return to confront us. But Tytus must have scared him off, because we had all the time in the world to collect what we needed.

Taking my phone too, I return to the bed.

When I open the laptop and search for the tape, I’m oddly surprised that the email still exists. I thought Tytus might try to rid it from existence as soon as he could, but I guess he’s been busy…

My toes curl and my heart flutters as I remember all we’ve been through. All that we’ve done together. The warmth of his body fills mine as I hover over the attachment.

My heart drops when I click it open.

The familiar video fills the screen. I watch, transfixed, as everything plays out just like I remember. But the whole time, something kicks at me.

When I finally realize what’s bothering me, my jaw drops.

Immediately, I’m on my feet. Holding the laptop up to my face, I make my way to the edge of the bed, then I back up until I hit the wall.

This is where the camera was.

The sex tape. It was filmed in this room.

My limbs go limp and the computer falls from my hands, slamming shut as it harmlessly bounces off the soft carpet below.

For a moment, I’m stunned still. Then, a nervous energy takes hold of me. Racing back to the bed, I grab my phone. With it in hand, I begin flipping off the bedroom lights.

When all is dark, I turn on the flashlight and begin scanning the room.

It doesn’t take long before I see my first reflection. The light shimmers off the lens, revealing exactly what I feared.

Another camera.

A quiet sob fills my throat.

Tytus is filming me. Again.

Just like he did with the woman on the tape.

I start to feel lightheaded as I lazily switch the main bedroom light back on. I rest against the wall as the conflict raging inside of me turns so intense it hurts.

I’m just another one of his conquests. This isn’t special. We aren’t special. It only feels that way because it’s my first time.

But this isn’t Tytus’ first time. No. It’s not even close.

How many women came before me? How many will come after?

… There’s only one person I ever want to fuck again. You.