Page 55 of Frat Row
As I tremble through another orgasm, the door gradually opens, and my stomach recoils in disgust, expecting to see Martin. To my utter shock, I take in the familiar face before me.
Am I hallucinating?
My eyes widen, and my heart is about to leap out of my chest.
I frantically shake my head at him in disbelief, but also with a sense of panic.
He is totally stunned and unmoving, as if his body has frozen at the mere sight of me.
His face pales like he has seen a ghost.
I direct my head to the corner where the camera is located, trying with everything in me to warn him.
Not wanting to shift his gaze from me, he steadily turns his head to what I am wiggling my body toward.
The camera shows a green light when Martin is watching and a red light when it is off.
I lift my body as far as I can off the bed, the chains tearing into my wrist, but I don’t care. We don’t have much time before Martin turns on the camera.
Tyler must sense my urgency because he sprints to the side of the bed, looking me over, not sure where to start freeing me.
He makes a decision and unhooks the ball gag first, then rips the headphones off my ears.
I spit the extra saliva that had pooled in my mouth away from him. Now, I will be able to talk.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” he all but whispers.
My gut twists, and I take in his facial features.
Subtly, they are somewhat familiar, and it crashes over me. Martin and Tyler. They are related, but how? I jerk back from him instinctively, speechless, and silence fills the room.
Tyler blurts out, “I have been looking for you everywhere. I refused to give up on finding you.”
Another thought dawns on me. Tyler is wrapped up in this. He knows about the illegal business the fraternity is involved in.
“How could you be entangled in this barbaric trade? Tyler, human beings are auctioned off as sex slaves?!”
He deceived me the entire time we were together. I thought he was a good person.
“Tyler, your uncle or maybe even your dad bought me at the auction,” I croak out.
With harshness in his voice, he firmly says, “No. No, that is not possible.” He backs away from me, his back connecting with the dresser, and it wobbles due to his distress. “My dad would never do something like that. He’s a doctor. He cares for people in need.”
“You have no idea who he really is underneath that mask he presents to the world,” I spit out, throwing my head back and groaning since the vibrators are still on.
Tyler’s eyes widen as he notices the tails of the vibrators hanging out between my legs, and his mouth drops open.
That is when he does a quick scan of my body, taking in the chains around my wrists and ankles.
“Please, you must leave now. The camera… Your dad turns it on every hour or so, sometimes less than that, to watch me.”
“There’s no way in hell I’m leaving you like this,” he states, determined to rescue me from this.
“You have to until we can formulate a plan,” I say hysterically, begging him. “Please, please just put the ball gag back on and then leave.”
Not wanting to move, I can tell his mind is racing with alternative options.
“Go! Go now!” I raise my voice in agitation.
He snaps back out of his trance and places the ball gag gently in my mouth, securing it in place.
Tyler lightly kisses my forehead. “I promise you, I will be back and get you out of here.”
Tears manifest in the corner of my eyes at the feeling; it has been so long since I had any sort of affection or care of any kind, and I know Tyler means it.
He leaves, rushing from the room and shutting the door quietly.
Throwing my head back on the pillow, I let out a sigh of relief.
But it’s short-lived, as the color drains from my face when I see the headphones beside me. My stomach drops as I shake my head side to side violently—no, no, no!