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I’d never see Cam again. Or Maeve.
Or Mac.
I wrapped my arms around myself and imagined I was back in his arms, wrapped up with the only man who’d ever made me feel safe, other than my brother.
All I wanted was to wrap myself back up in him.
To be safe.
To be loved.
Because despite the insane way he went about it, he truly cared about making me happy. He’d done wonderfully sordid shit to me, but always made sure I knew he never thought less of me for enjoying it. He’d washed me, and fed me, and stayed with me when I needed him. He’d only intervened to try to save me from Tommy.
It had been too late.
Hours later, my room flooded with light from the partition window, displaying another room beyond it. It looked well furnished, clean and neat with a wall to wall bookshelf, winged back leather armchairs and a bar. It looked like a gentleman’s study from the turn of the century. A stark contrast to the grubby room I was in.
My heart leapt as I saw Macey walk into the room, looking beautiful in a short black dress and heels. Then it fell as I saw Tommy walk in behind her, looping his arm around her waist.
She turned to him and giggled, leaning in to kiss him deeply as I watched.
Macey and Tommy?
What the hell?
Then I saw Tommy look at the window, which I could only assume was a mirror on the other side, and grin.
Fuck.
He was putting on a show for me.
I ran forward and banged against the glass, but Tommy hit a button on a device which flooded their room with music. Music I could suddenly hear.
Squinting, I saw speakers up in the corners of my room, letting me hear what was happening in their room. Macey hadn’t even flinched when I’d banged the glass. She couldn’t hear me.
I still tried calling out as she flirted and danced with him, whispering into his ear as he caressed her. I only stopped when my throat had grown hoarse with effort, and she still hadn’t heard a single word.
No. No. No! Why the fuck had she gone with him?
Tommy faced her toward me and pulled the top of her dress down, playing with her nipples as I averted my eyes. But I couldn’t keep looking away for long. I had to know if she was safe. If it was just a punishment to screw my best friend in front of me, or whether he intended to add her to his list of victims.
She shoved him playfully onto the sofa and pulled up her dress to straddle his face. His eyes never left the window as she rode his face. When she caught him looking in what must have looked a mirror to them, she smiled, playing with her tits as she launched into some heavy moans.
When she came screaming his name, my stomach felt hollow.
I hated him.
More than I’d hated anything.
‘So fucking hot, baby,’ Tommy said as she climbed off and he pushed her to her knees, her back to me while he caressed her hair.
The chink of his belt buckle sent a fresh wave of despair through me. He couldn’t get hard. Unless he had the violence. It finally cleared in my head. He’d told me it was all for me. That’s what he meant. He killed other women to fuck me.
Tears flowed when Macey worked his limp dick, trying her best to get him to rise to attention, as he reached down and pulled a polaroid camera from a bag on the floor.
Macey’s face bobbed as he took a picture, holding it and shaking it as he stared through the mirror at where I was.
It made me sick when he slapped her so hard she screamed.
