A Double Dose of Billionaire: Part Two (7 page)

"We'll be back in an hour. And don't try anything funny. We'll know." My head shot up. Wait, they were going to leave me alone?

Ryan had fitted a video camera in front of the bed.

I was about to protest when Riley slipped a gag into my mouth, shutting me up. The sheer amount of toys used was enough to drive me crazy—literally. It uncomfortably spread my jaw wide open.

Shit. They couldn't just leave me here like that! Being recorded turned me on like hell, but I wasn't sure whether it'd be the smartest thing to do. What if it got into the hands of the wrong person? All the celebrity sex tapes was already proof of what a stupid idea this was, and with me dating the twins, I had technically become a minor celebrity.

As they walked to the door to leave, I choked out muffled protests, crying against the ball gag. They could hear me, but they left anyway, leaving me alone and tied up, ignoring my cries.

***

The twins had left me tied up in an incredibly sexual room, with a ball gag and both of my holes filled, right in front of a video camera. I felt utterly humiliated. Embarrassed, my cheeks flushed during the whole ordeal.

This was fucking messed up.

After coming for the fourth time that night, my pussy was completely sore. The pleasure had numbed down. Instead, the discomfort and pain became more prominent. I wanted to stop. They went a little too far this time. I struggled against the constraints, trying to free myself. All my struggling did was cause the ropes to burn into my skin, adding to my agony.

When were they going to get back? The clock ticked too slowly. My body ached so much I had to groan. I began to lose my composure, hating the way they tied me up. I hadn't moved my arms for so long; my shoulders were beginning to throb.

And then suddenly, I had trouble breathing.

It became increasingly difficult to let air in. I tried harder to breathe through my nose, but the more I did, the more I got agitated, and soon it seemed nearly impossible.

Crap.
My nose felt blocked. My pulse started to drum in my ears. I attempted to breathe through my mouth, but the gag made sure I couldn't. Panic rose in my chest.
Shit. Fucking shit.
I couldn't breathe. My heart constricted in my chest. It felt like something was stuck in my throat.

I am going to die.

The irrational part of me took over. A firm belief that my time had run out took control of me with a firm grip. My eyes watered as I suffocated. I keeled over to my side, whipping my body around in a failed attempt to get air in.

Where were the twins when I needed them? I shouldn't have gotten myself caught in their sadistic lifestyle. I let things get a little too overboard, and this was the outcome.

My vision blurred. The objects in the room seemed like they were floating around, dancing past my eyes. I turned my body around in a second attempt to get over this situation, but it was unsuccessful.

Just when I almost gave in to the pain and lied there in defeat, a warm, large hand held me up and tore the gag from my face.

 I sucked in as much air as I could, and the cool air surged into my lungs.

"Scarlet! Scarlet, are you okay?" one of the twins said. My vision was clearing. The double images merged to form one; Ryan crouched over me while placing his hand on my cheek. He was short of breath, his expression covered with worry.

Riley worked with the ropes, methodically peeling them away from my skin. "We saw you through the video cam. You were having a panic attack."

I lay there, speechless, trying to get some sense back.

Ryan petted my face. "Can you hear me? Scarlet?"

I parted my lips and stared at him for a while. "Yeah, yeah, I can hear you."

"Thank God." He hugged me to his chest and stroked the back of my head.

As I healed from the shock, emotions began to flood through me. Happiness, fear, relief, confusion—anger. What the fuck were they thinking, leaving me alone? Sure, it felt kinky as hell, but it was also very dangerous and insensible.

Riley finally removed all the ropes. The first thing I did when the ropes slipped off my hands was reach down to pull the filthy toys out of my body; I didn't want them in there anymore.

"Fluffy fucking bunny," I said, remembering the safe word.

Ryan shook his head. "We're not going to do anything else, Scarlet."

"I know, I just thought I needed to say it, because you guys don't give a shit about limits."

He bowed his head, and for a second there, I felt sorry for him. Then I recalled how mad I was at the twins and said, "Don't touch me." I pushed myself away from his chest and got up, not caring how exposed and naked I was.

"We know we did wrong," Riley pleaded, reaching for my arm. "We're really sorry. We won't do that again."

"You better not fucking do it again. I almost died there!"

"Scarlet, we need to talk. Please. You need to calm down."

Calm down?
I
needed to calm down? Fuck! How the hell was I supposed to be calm after a situation like that? "Not now, Riley. I can't." I put my hand on my forehead and avoided looking at them. They pushed me to my threshold, and I wasn't sure if I could take anymore. "I can't. Just... just... go away. I need to think over this for a while."

I picked my clothes off the floor and hastily slipped them on. The twins watched, wearing a guilty expression as I pulled my skirt up.

Ryan scowled. "We didn't think you'd panic like that."

I clenched my jaw. "So it's my fault now?"

"Not that... we didn't mean to... We just wanted you so badly after coming back, Scarlet. We never meant to hurt you. It was all in good fun. We monitored you through the camera, just in case."

What the fuck was that supposed to mean? I turned around and stomped out of the room. I ran up the steps and made my way to somewhere. I didn't know where. I just wanted to be alone for a while to think over things, which was ironic, because them leaving me alone was what made me mad in the first place.

"Scarlet, please talk to us. We need to sort this out," one of the twins called from behind.

My stubborn side didn't want to listen to anything they had to say. They almost killed me. Anger lies, and I wanted to believe every single lie it had to tell right then. I wasn't in the mood to let the twins talk me out of it.

They paced behind carefully. I entered the bathroom and locked myself inside for some privacy.

I glanced up at the mirror. Streaks of tears had rolled down my cheeks, taking my mascara with them. I looked horrific, my eyes smeared with black and red brimming at their sides. The ropes had imprinted themselves on my flesh, leaving behind red indents.

I ran the tap and dipped down to splash some water over my face; it barely washed any of the black mascara stains off. I couldn't be bothered; not yet, not when I was feeling so down.

One of the twins knocked on the door. "Scarlet, are you in there?"

"You're being a pain."

"Please, come out."

"No."

I stepped into the shower and ran the water. Sluggishly, I backed up against the wall and slid down to the floor. The cold water poured over my body, chilling my skin. It was what I needed to shock some sense back into me.

I tucked my knees to my chest. The course of events that unfurled the last two weeks had started to feel too overwhelming.

Another knock sounded. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I shouted back.

"We'll be right outside. Call us if you need anything."

Maybe I should've taken their mother's offer and fled. Maybe I should've left them right after they brought me to their house that day. Maybe I shouldn’t have gone clubbing that night. Maybe...

I buried my face into my hands.

Maybe this was all a mistake.

I could've been over-reacting, but at that moment, there was only one thing I knew I had to do.

It started with a whimper, and then a sob, until finally, I was crying. As the cold shower ran, I hugged my legs to my chest, rocking myself back and forth as my tears mixed with the icy water.

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