Page 18 of Don't Speak

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

I wake up to what has probably been the worst nightmare I’ve had in a while.

They come and go sporadically, but reliving the day I found out my sister was dead is not how I want to start my morning.

If I close my eyes, I can still smell the scent of that room—the smell of sterile death.

I can still see her lifeless body lying on the cold steel table.

The peaceful, serene look on her face. It still hurts just as much as it did seven years ago.

Wanting to make myself feel better, I pull open the camera feed, and what I see leaves me in absolute shock.

There, on the screen, is my little lioness pleasuring herself, and fuck if it isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

I turn up the volume, listening to every breathy moan and pleasure-filled whimper.

I am instantly hard, almost painfully so. I pull my cock out, vowing to have enough restraint not to finish. Grabbing it with my hand, I lean back in bed against the headboard and lightly stroke it. It’s not enough to make me come, but it’s enough that it gives me a little bit of a reprieve.

My lioness’ breathing quickens, and I know she’s close. I give my cock another light stroke, the feeling leaving me frustrated yet pleasured at the same time. She’s so fucking beautiful like this.

Within seconds, my lioness is screaming her release when my name leaves her lips. It takes all of me not to burst on the spot, but I fight back every urge my body is giving me to do so. I will not come until I am deep inside my goddess.

I tuck myself back into my pants and get out of bed to start my day.

I periodically check the cameras throughout the morning, but for the most part, it’s pretty uneventful.

She went grocery shopping, did the laundry, and situated her cat and his needs for the week.

It’s not until her phone rings that my curiosity is piqued.

Amelia is at work, so I know it can’t be her.

“Hello?” I hear her say.

The phone isn’t on speakerphone, so I’m only able to hear one side of the conversation.

“Hi, Mom…” she responds, and I immediately feel rage consuming me. This bitch has the audacity to be calling her right now.

Nikki’s mom is a real piece of work. She made her do something no mother should ever make their daughter do, and it was a slap in the face to sexual assault survivors.

I’ve had that bitch on my list for years, but I wanted it to be after Nikki, and I got to know each other and until I was certain it was what she wanted.

Despite everything her mother has done, Nikki still loves her.

“What do you want?” she asks, her tone sounding very no-bullshit.

I can only imagine the mother of the year needing one thing.

Money. Money for her alcohol and pill addiction.

Whatever man she entertained this week probably up and left her, leaving her high and dry.

It’s the same old song and dance. Although, I am curious to know how she was able to call Nikki. Nikki blocked her number years ago.

“Of course you do. Why else would you be calling? Is your new flavor of the week up and leaving you again? The fact that I blocked your number didn’t give you an answer?”

Bingo.

“Let’s get one thing straight, Dana. You may have birthed me, but you were no mother,” she spits before hanging up the phone.

I am so fucking proud of her. She wasn’t this person when I first started stalking her almost 5 years ago.

She was timid and compliant. She would do whatever her mother asked whenever she asked it.

Then, one day, she finally got sick of it.

She chewed her mother out for how shitty she was, unleashing a torrent of emotions on her over what Dana made her do and how she’d never forgive her.

Dana has been blocked ever since. It was the first day my little lioness grew her claws. She’s been a fierce one ever since.

After the phone call, my lioness gets in the shower, and this is where I log off. She’ll be at work within the next thirty minutes if I know her, which means I need to get there in fifteen. She appreciates punctuality.