FaCade (Deception #1) by Ker Dukey, D.H. Sidebottom Page A

small smile played at my lips. Yeah. I was safe but far from done with her to reach my ultimate goal. I loved seeing my cum paint her face. She was a beauty but never looked more beautiful than when wearing me on her. She was pushing me. I let my anger and weaknesses control my motives in that moment. I could have taken her right then but anyone can be taken by force, there was no power in that. I wanted her to give herself to me willingly so she hated herself for it. Her pussy wanted me; she couldn’t deny it when it clutched at my fingers, trying to keep me inside her body. I needed to leave her needing a release, leaving her hungering for it.

I SCRAPED THE INDENTATION INTO the wall with the spoon I was permitted to eat with now. Nine small marks, that was how many days it had been since Mr. Troy had been absent, only to me though, he would still send for Maria and as much as I should have been grateful, my heart hollowed a little more every time.
    If I had displeased him and he was gaining affection from Maria, how much longer would he keep me around?
    The looks the giant kept giving me made my nerves more frayed than the calm I thought he tried to convey. What if he was waiting for Mr. Troy to make a choice and then he got the leftovers? My heart began to stampede once again. My mind was my worst enemy in the confines of this cell. My mind was its own cell.
    The time his fingers entered me kept replaying in my mind. Every time my eyes closed the scent from his cum was tangible. What an asshole he was, who does that and then says, ‘“You’re welcome’? Like he was giving me a gift.
    He was vulgar, forcing me to open my mouth, his flavor coating my lips and dropping onto my tongue. I hated him for having any effect on my body, but he had, and it left me aching for a release I refused to give myself, not just from fear of punishment but out of principle.
    What kind of person was I that I would get off from my captive’s abuse? A lonely one, that’s who. I felt a deep longing inside myself for something out of my reach, not an echo of the memory to grasp, just the empty feeling in my heart. I could choke on the despair when it gripped hold of me. I found myself breaking into sobs randomly throughout the day. I was going out of my mind.
    A tune kept humming from my lips but I wasn’t aware if it was significant to me or just my mind trying to fill the boredom. I walked over to Maria’s bed. She had been given a hair brush that she used to brush my hair out every night; a small piece of contact I looked forward to. When you are deprived of such simple things like conversation, touch, a small piece of anything is worth so much and I yearned to be comforted by it.
    She had been gone for much longer this time. Breakfast, lunch and dinner had been brought in and she was still absent; it made me pace from my bed to hers. I inhaled sharply, stinging the back of my throat when the lights shut off. This was bedtime… was he keeping her for the night?
    My stomach recoiled, an ache simmered in my jaw as I fought the sob trying to force my face to crumble. I was jealous. Damn them both. I shouldn’t be jealous, I couldn’t understand the emotion or where it had even come from. Loneliness made me need; a simple touch, a hard contact, anything so I could feel a connection with someone, anyone.
    I tore off my gown, baring my naked body to the cameras I knew were in place around the room; I was counting on it. I would force his hand.
    Lying back on the bed I dropped my knees, spreading my thighs. I buried the revulsion for myself deep under every other emotion I was feeling. Gliding a finger into my mouth to coat it in my saliva, I traced it down my body and slid it inside myself. My chest rose from the mattress, my hips lifting to meet my hand. Within seconds the light exploded into the room, making me squint from the intrusion.
    The clanking from the door swinging open made me gulp. He was standing there. I didn’t understand