Page 145 of Jagged Souls

But I can’t think of anyone else right now.

I’m barely surviving.

Save yourself before you save another; that’s what every emergency manual says...

My skin itching, my soul breaking, I push the dildo into Bear’s tight, resisting ass. He cries out, but he’s quickly muffled, his mouth filled with another man’s cock.

There’s resistance, and I remember my own pain. Being in his place. Getting my own ass ripped apart. A toy to use and discard.

Choking on my guilt, I grab hold of his hips and push in deeper. He tries to move off me, but I lean down and wrap my arms around his waist. I rut him like a dog, my face pressed to his back to hide my shame, my hips bucking awkwardly, not used to being on this side of things.

I slip out all the way sometimes and have to grab hold of the dildo to push it back into his ass. The first time I touch any shit that’s coating it, I gag, but I wipe my hand on his stomach and keep going. Eventually, I figure out the right rhythm, the right distance to pull out before pumping back in.

Now I’m sliding my clean hand down his stomach to his cock. He’s starting to harden despite his whimpers of pain, and I jerk him roughly as I follow Sadist’s commands. I have to get him hard enough to fuck me after this. That’s what he said.

“Such a willing whore,” Sadist grunts, breathless and full of pleasure.

I hate this.

I hate him.

I hate me.

The tears come, and I let them fall, knowing it’ll get him harder. If he likes me, maybe he’ll give me more V…

Sickened with myself, on how far I’ve fallen, I duck my head and focus on getting Bear hard enough to push inside me. At the moment, he’s only at half-mast, nowhere near firm enough. Definitely not hard enough to come quickly once he’s in me, and I don’t want to have to ride him for long.

Sadist grunts.

A slap resonates in front of me.

“Swallow it,” Sadist demands. “You want to get back on my good side, right? Want me to blame one of the others instead of you when Antonio gets back? Then keep your lips closed like a good fucking whore andswallow.”

I keep pumping into him as he does what he’s been told, not sure when I should stop.

“That’s it, let me see that throat work. Now clean me up, you fucking bitch.”

A few more seconds pass – the only noise the slap of my hips and the slurp of Bear’s mouth as he cries. Next thing, I am being pulled off him and the strap-on’s removed.

“Go on; get him hard,” Sadist snaps, a cruel note in his voice that gives me pause.

I still, a deer in headlights as the old me screams at me to run. But the fog is too thick. I don’t know what direction to go in, so I stay frozen until it’s too late.

“I guess you don’t want –”

Panicking, I lunge forward. “I do, but I don’t know how. I tried… touching him while I… was in his ass.” My throat tightens with shame. “And you’ve taken the… the thing.”

My stomach twists even more when Sadist laughs, loud and cruel.

“You think he’s gay?” A chill runs across my skin. “No, you dumb bitch. Bear got run out of his pack because he raped a little girl.”

“I didn’t rape her,” Bear says with such disgust that I believe him. This is just Sadist being an asshole, getting into my head and trying to turn me against the one ‘friend’ I have in here.

But then he says something that makes my blood run cold.

That makes my disgust almost push past my need for V.

“I loved her,” Bear protests, “and she loved me.”