Sociopath's Obsession(38)

“Hello?”

“Sophie, it’s me.” I hardly needed to introduce myself; she probably knew my voice by heart. She swallowed loudly and took a deep breath as though she needed to calm herself.

“Where is Sapphire?”

“Protected.” I heard a slight gasp and could tell the crying was coming based on the sounds she made. Tears wouldn't help in this situation. In my book, she wasn't that good of a friend to begin with. But then again, I never had friends, so what the fuck did I know about such things?

“Listen to me carefully, Sophie. You do not look for her or go around spreading rumors. As far as you know, she went somewhere and you have no idea when she will be back. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“I feel so bad for putting her in this situation. I never wanted for her to hide from those awful drug people because of me. I just thought this job would help us. But she is my friend—”

I cut off this bullshit immediately. “The minute you say a word about this to anyone, the FBI will show up on your doorstep and take you to prison for a very long time. And then no one will be able to protect either of you.” There was a long silence at the other end of the line.

“Promise to take care of her,” she finally replied with a hint of remorse in her tone.

“I promise.” At least she cared enough about her friend. I personally had nothing against her, even though Sapphire, in my opinion, could have used a better friend. However, she could have been a problem, so I had to feed her a bullshit story about drug dealers threatening to kill Sapphire and, as a result, needed to hide and wouldn’t be able to contact her.

“Thank you, even though I’m choosing my own comfort once again over hers. I guess once selfish, always selfish.” She sighed heavily, and a sob could be heard.

“Okay.” Without another word, I hung up and tried to block out the unpleasant images that started to frequent me in the last month. Usually, they didn’t happen as often.

The nightmares.

Sapphire seemed like the only salvation for both of us, and as much as it sucked, she couldn’t have her freedom ever again.

The door swiftly opened to my right, and Sapphire came out wearing jeans, a shirt, and a long black robe, which covered her from head to toe. Her small, soft feet had white socks on.

Beautiful and scared, didn't she know it only highlighted my pleasure?

Sapphire hoped for Dominic to come and save her. What would she do once she learned there never were Damian and Dominic, and all along, she only had me?





“You’ve become too damn old. But you are still a sight for sore eyes,” S said, exhaling smoke as he lay in bed and studied me once I had my clothes on. My body was freshly showered, and my skin was still sore from all the soap scrubbing I had done to remove his scent from me.

Sight for sore eyes.

His favorite phrase, and therefore, the most hated words for me.

The S was a generous lover, if you could call it that. He allowed me to take a shower after him, and even brought some clothes. I was his favorite toy. The minute he saw me all those years ago, he was hooked. He never needed or wanted Dominic, and for that, I was grateful. He was a sick bastard, who was into chains, gagging, and begging. When I was smaller, around ten, I always cried and wept in the shower after his ‘sessions.’ It was useless, but back then, the small kid in me still had hope that someone would come and rescue us.

No one ever came.

So as much as I hated him, I learned to use his gifts wisely. Sometimes, he would give me good food if I asked, or medications. Every cell in my body despised the fucker, and I never asked anything from him for me. But my brother was more important than my pride, or any other fucking emotion I could have felt.

He gave me a onceover, and then put his cigar back to his mouth and raised his brow. He knew I wanted something. Usually I raced from his room, but here I was, standing and getting the courage to ask.

“Can I ask for a favor?” I asked, and he motioned with his head for me to continue. “I need some new blankets and medication, and John doesn’t want to give them.”

“And you think I would?”

Swallowing the bile in my throat, I replied, “Yes.” He exhaled again and removed the bed covers, leaving him naked with his old body in view. My stomach flipped, and with all my strength, I halted the gagging. I knew what was coming, but for him to help me, I couldn't show any emotion on my face.

Of course, he was fucking hard again. After all, he took blue pills.

“Everything has a price in this world, boy. Suck me like you used to, and you can have what you asked for.” He hadn't wanted it for a long time, probably too afraid of me doing something to his dick. But since I had asked for help, he held all the cards.