“It’s not what you think,” JD growls. Almost like he’s pissed off I’m interrupting his fuck.
I walk over and punch him in the face, and he goes reeling across the floor.
“I told you,” he yells. “It’s not what you think!”
I pull Blue up from the floor and pull her close. “Are you OK?”
She can’t or won’t meet my gaze. But she nods.
“Ark—”
“Shut the fuck up, JD!” I yell it. My voice booms up to the very top of his high ceilings, making Blue jump in my arms.
He’s up off the floor now, his dick still hard, his eyes raging with anger. “We had an arrangement.”
“Yeah, our arrangement was that you’d treat her nice.”
“Not me and you, Ark. Me and her.”
His words stop me cold.
“She likes it rough, man. She does. Just ask her. She loves to be ravished—”
“Raped!”
“I’m not raping her, asshole. It’s fantasy.”
“It’s sick!”
As soon as it comes out, I regret it. Because Blue wriggles in my arms, manages to escape, and then runs to JD’s bathroom and slams the door.
“Good one, dickface,” JD says as he follows her. He twists the handle, but it clicks from side to side. “I’ll break the door down, Blue. You know I will. So unlock it.”
She does not unlock it.
And that’s when I notice the cameras. “You’ve been filming all this?”
“You told me to,” he says, still twisting the handle. “Blue?” He pounds on it a few times. “Open the fucking door.”
Silence.
I sit down on the bed and hold my hands in my head. “What the fuck is going on?”
JD is staring at me when I look back up. “We give you the vanilla tapes. I keep the ravish—”
“Stop using that stupid word!”
“Whatever. I keep the rough ones. But I taped them, just like you wanted. She’s happy with this, Ark. She is. All you have to do is watch them and you’ll see. You just told her she was sick for liking it, so she’s gonna have a hard time admitting that to you, but this is fact. The girl wants to be choked. And spanked. And I’m not talking little swats to the ass. She likes it hard, dude. She wants my dick down her throat, the tears streaming down her face, on her knees—”
“Enough!” I bellow. “Jesus fucking Christ. How the fuck can you be so stupid? So blind? Did it ever occur to you that she likes it because she can’t stop thinking of herself as a goddamned prisoner?”
“She likes it because it feels good. You just refuse to admit that.”
“She told me tonight she feels like a bird in a cage with the door open, you idiot. In her mind, she never stopped being a fucking captive! And you’re making it worse!”
“Fuck you. You’re just jealous—”
I cross the room so fast, I even surprise myself. The next moment, JD is sprawled out on the floor and my hand is wrapped around his neck. I’m bigger than him by twenty pounds and three inches at least. And I’m stronger than him. I work out five days a week in the gym downstairs. So he never has a chance.
I lean down into his face as it turns red. “I’m only gonna say this one time, my friend. If you ever fuck her like she’s a whore on the street again, I will kill you.”
I listen as they fight. When JD pounds on the door, I stumble backwards and fall on my ass, and then I crab-walk myself into the corner near the shower and pull my legs up to my chest as they continue to argue outside.
Ark is bigger than JD. Not by much, but in all the ways that count. Longer arms. Taller. Heavier. More muscular. He’s built like a Navy SEAL, even if he never became one. And that’s how I know he’s the one doing the choking and JD is the one making those noises on the other side of the door.
I want to go out there and tell Ark JD is right. I do like it. Every time JD slaps my face I only want him to fuck me harder. Every time he calls me a whore or a slut, I only want him to hold me tighter.
But I don’t like it. I need it. And I’m not sure that’s the same thing.
A wail echoes through the bathroom and it takes me a moment to realize it’s coming from me. And then the sobs start. I’m out of control as the images flash through my mind. The beatings while I was being held against my will. The rapes I was subjected to. The way they used my body to betray my mind. Made me come after reducing me to nothing but a thing.
JD and Ark are yelling and fighting again on the other side of the door. Things break. They crash into the bathroom door, and I’m immediately grateful that the doors in this place are thick, hard wood. Because it doesn’t burst open.