Page 54 of My Turn

Alana

My body fucking hurt. Not only was my vulva constantly throbbing and stinging, but my arms and legs were sore from the restraints. I’d been stuck in them for so long. Eventually, I fell asleep from my exhaustion. When I woke up, I was free with no trace of the ropes or spreader bar.

So, he’d been back. I didn’t even know if I felt unnerved by it anymore. I was either apathetic or the stupidest fucking bitch to ever exist.

I didn’t leave my bed except to pee, which had been a goddamn nightmare. I ended up finding a bottle I could use to rinse myself with water like people did after they gave birth. When I tried to look at what he’d tattooed, I couldn’t handle spreading myself. Once it healed, I’d endure whatever horror he must’ve marked me with.

Word of advice: don’t tattoo your goddamn genitals. Second word of advice: don’t let a psycho tattoo your goddamn genitals.

I heard the door open and my heart began to race. He was back. Fuck, he told me he was going to leave me alone. I kept telling myself to get up, but I didn’t have the will. Besides, wherewould I go? There was no way I could run this time, not that it did any good last time.

“Alana?”

My eyes closed. I didn’t know if I was happy or upset that he was here. When I didn’t respond, the bed dipped behind me. A strong arm came around me and I was flooded with his scent. It made my eyes burn. A tear escaped and he grabbed my face, turning it toward him.

His brows were tight as he studied me. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s just one of those days.”

It was clear he didn’t believe me, but I wasn’t about to tell him that my masked stalker tattooed my pussy last night. He’d flip the fuck out and get himself killed trying to keep me safe. I wasn’t sure if the guy was going to eventually kill me, but I was past believing that anybody could save me from him.

“You’re not telling me something.”

“No, Jayce. Everything is fine. Why are you here anyway?”

“You missed our coffee date.”

“Fuck. I’m sorry.”

“It’s just coffee.”

“We can still go,” I offered, trying to make it sound like I wanted to. Sitting in a hard chair sounded like its own form of torture right now.

“No, you look like shit.”

Despite everything, I let out a small laugh. “Embarrassed to be seen with me?”

“Very. My reputation is everything to me.”

“Let me shower, then we can go eat. I know you can’t say no to sushi.”

His eyes lit up. “Bitch, you know the way to my heart.”

“Mm. I’ve known you for a while, you know.”

“Pretty sure there’s still a lot you don’t know about me.”

“Doubtful. Nothing about you could surprise me.”

There was a smirk playing on his mouth. His head cocked, then his tongue trailed over his lips. Just as quickly as it came, it was gone and he was on his feet.

“You got any milk?” he asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“Craving a glass. Go get your ass in the shower before I starve to death.”

Rolling my eyes, I stood up carefully. There was concern on his face, but he didn’t say anything as I walked to the bathroom. I already knew this shower was going to suck, but the tattoo needed to be cleaned anyway. If I ever managed to get Erebus restrained, I was going to tattoo his dick to look like a really ugly big toe. Then, I would cut it off.