In revenge, I became his brother's secret lover. Until his out-of-control kiss...-13
Deluge
Couldn't explain anymore. The words plunged into emptiness. A key turning the lock on a crumbling dam inside me. I stood motionless. Tears surged—silent, violent collapse. My body trembled uncontrollably. Jason watched. The exhaustion in his eyes fractured. Pity? Shared agony? Something unstoppable? He stepped forward. Another step. Then seized me—not comfort, but shared desperation. The embrace held chaos, smoke, destruction—drowning souls clinging, not saving, sinking together. Darkness dissolved boundaries. The revenge script lay shredded. In that chaotic, cold, blood-scented ruin David left behind, the act became real.
Cold floor shocked my skin. Jason's kiss tasted of blood and despair. My hands clawed his shirt. RIP! Buttons flew. No tenderness. Only gasps, choked sobs echoing. The staged roses crushed beneath us, sticky like blood. A fallen candle dripped wax, hardening grotesquely. Pain. Deep, tearing. Yet mixed with destructive relief—freefall, rock bottom. Revenge. Plans. Morality—all shattered.
Morning After
Waking, head pounding. Unfamiliar ache everywhere. Harsh light sliced through curtains. Where was I? Memory surfaced slowly—cold sludge. The room stank: stale liquor, faint blood, aftermath. Ruin everywhere—dried wine, glass shards, a trampled rose. Then, warmth beside me.
Jason lay facing away. Blanket low, revealing scratches and bruises—last night’s trophies. Sleeping deeply, brow furrowed. Not my bed. David's bed. Beside me: his best friend. Vast emptiness swallowed me—no triumphant revenge, no sweet new beginning. Only cold, crushing guilt. Filth I couldn’t scrub off. Seeing his wounds, nausea rose. I slipped out, limbs leaden, fleeing that vile room.
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Couldn't explain anymore. The words plunged into emptiness. A key turning the lock on a crumbling dam inside me. I stood motionless. Tears surged—silent, violent collapse. My body trembled uncontrollably. Jason watched. The exhaustion in his eyes fractured. Pity? Shared agony? Something unstoppable? He stepped forward. Another step. Then seized me—not comfort, but shared desperation. The embrace held chaos, smoke, destruction—drowning souls clinging, not saving, sinking together. Darkness dissolved boundaries. The revenge script lay shredded. In that chaotic, cold, blood-scented ruin David left behind, the act became real.
Cold floor shocked my skin. Jason's kiss tasted of blood and despair. My hands clawed his shirt. RIP! Buttons flew. No tenderness. Only gasps, choked sobs echoing. The staged roses crushed beneath us, sticky like blood. A fallen candle dripped wax, hardening grotesquely. Pain. Deep, tearing. Yet mixed with destructive relief—freefall, rock bottom. Revenge. Plans. Morality—all shattered.
Morning After
Waking, head pounding. Unfamiliar ache everywhere. Harsh light sliced through curtains. Where was I? Memory surfaced slowly—cold sludge. The room stank: stale liquor, faint blood, aftermath. Ruin everywhere—dried wine, glass shards, a trampled rose. Then, warmth beside me.
Jason lay facing away. Blanket low, revealing scratches and bruises—last night’s trophies. Sleeping deeply, brow furrowed. Not my bed. David's bed. Beside me: his best friend. Vast emptiness swallowed me—no triumphant revenge, no sweet new beginning. Only cold, crushing guilt. Filth I couldn’t scrub off. Seeing his wounds, nausea rose. I slipped out, limbs leaden, fleeing that vile room.
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