Page 98 of The Cruelest Chaos

She’s wearing a thong. I can only see the waistband of it, around her skinny hips. I see her spine, too, her long brown hair down her back.

She’s laughing again, and his hand threads through her hair as he moves her closer to the bed.

I can’t see his face.

I can’t see hers either, but I notice she’s got something around the back of her head. For a moment, I just stare at it, unseeing. Unwilling to believe this is real.

I must be dreaming.

He wouldn’t.

Not like this.

He wouldn’t.

But…heis.

I could scream.

I could yell.

I could beg for help.

I say nothing.

He lays the girl on the bed, her small tits jiggling as he does, her nipples hard.

I see it then. What’s around her head.

A blindfold.

It’s a skull bandana, one of the ones he wears everyday around his neck.

His neck.

Oh, god. His fucking neck.

He runs his palms over her breasts, and she raises her arms overhead, her fingers just inches from my feet under the covers. But he’s got her down at the edge of the bed, her legs dangling over the side. He’s standing between them, stroking her tits.

And I think he’s looking at me, but I can’t stop staring at his neck.

He’s not wearing a shirt, and even in the dark, in the soft glow from the alarm clock and the light from the hallway, I can see his neck.

It’s covered in bruises. He has her bites all over his throat, up and down one entire side of his neck.

My mouth falls open. My head is propped up on a pillow, at the perfect angle to watch his mouth trail kisses down her skinny stomach, her hands gripping the sheets as she moans, arching her back.

I want to see her blood.

I want to see his.

I want to hurt them both.

I can’t move.

He wouldn’t.

He won’t.