I had a lot on my mind, but my room was too small for me to pace around. So I lay down on the narrow mattress in my closet-room, staring up at the same ugly water stain that looked more like a noose every day.
The house had gone dead quiet after dinner, no plates clinking, no annoying laughter from the dining room. Just the low hum of the air conditioner and my own thoughts raging in my head.
My hand was still shaking from the memory of what I had done, the taste of her still on my tongue. I kept remembering her face, the way Avery’s eyes went wide when I shoved her down and stuffed her panties in her mouth.
I loved it. I loved how afraid she was, how completely weak she was, and my c**k twitched with every replay in my head.
I brought my fingertip to my nose once more, then inhaled sl
