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Nathanial crouches beside me, taking the knife from my hand, and he presses the tip beneath Flynns’ chin. “Don’t worry, it will all be over shortly. I bet you thought you had won the fucking lottery after my girl turned 18, didn’t you?” He grabs Flynns’ greasy hair and yanks his head back. Flynn smiles, showing off his blood-stained teeth with his eyes glistening under the white light dangling from the ceiling. “I’ve seen her naked many times and jerked myself off to the images embedded in my mind. She has a mole just under her left breast and-”

“Shít. Useless.” I leaned back, dragged both hands down my face. “Just once I want real sweat, real sounds, real fúcking desperation.” New tab. Typed slower this time: gày piano crying begging raw. The results are loaded. Top video thumbnail: grainy phone footage, two guys in what looked like a basement, one bent over a workbench, wrists zip-tied, the other behind him, no prep, no mercy, just brutal, relentless thrusts. The bottom’s face was half-turned toward the camera, mouth open in a silent scream, tears streaking, côck leaking onto the concrete even as he whimpered “please…fück…too much.”

A jolt shot straight between my legs. “I wasn’t—I forgot Mom’s sunscreen—” I stammered, face on fire. He chuckled, deep and dark. “Sure you did.” The screen was still open to his media folder. Thumbnails of him in every position, every filthy act, stared back at us. One video preview auto-played silently: him behind a girl on all fours, hand fisted in her hair, hips snapping forward with that relentless rhythm I knew by heart. My breath hitched. I couldn’t look away.

I run back to the library to uncle Harry's computer. The first one I insert in the DVD drive is labeled NST01. There is also an NST02, NST03 and NST04. The computer is in auto-play mode and it mounts the DVD. There is an MS-Word file, an mpeg video file and a folder full of jpeg files. I open the jpegs first because I want to see if they are pictures of Nicole. They aren't. They are pictures of an older woman about my mom's age. The pictures show her in various stages of undress, then various nude poses; bent over, legs spread, masturbating and some close ups of her erect nipples and wet pussy lips. She's a very attractive woman and my cock is responding, especially to the one with her legs

"Some of them are just simply obscene! Here… I'll show you." Miss Michelle reached for the pictures and held them gingerly by the corners as she paged through them. "Here!" she said, her face red. "Just look at this one!" Mr Jeremy took the picture from Miss Michelle 's shaking fingers. He glanced at it and immediately felt his cock harden in his pants. The picture showed a man's tongue slipping up the slippery, pink depths of a woman's pussy. The woman had her head thrown back and there was a huge smile on her face.

What the hell was this? Huge, high-res images bloomed open across his screen. Noah. Shirtless. His damp skin practically glistening, framed in moody shadows against a steam-filled locker room. A weight bench. A gym floor. A towel slung too low across his hips. And the goddamn sock? Not on his feet. Of course not. One image had it tucked into the waistband of Noah’s boxers like some kind of playful accessory. Another had the thing dangling from Noah’s teeth as he winked straight into the lens.

She blinked, “I’m not a slut.” “Oh for fuck’s sake, shut up. Calling people that exchange nudes sluts is wrong you dimwit. And you are a slut, I’ve read your texts with him and I even got horny!! I didn’t even know you could text dirty things. Just send him a nude, you have an amazing body and I’m sure he’d love to see, don’t just show your face yeah?” “But I don’t know how to take nudes, what am I supposed to do or wear?”

I am sitting there, on the creaking bed, slumped like a man drained of everything, my eyes glued to the screen of my phone that refuses to turn off, as if it wants to force me to confront what I have always refused to see, over and over again, that frozen photo that tears at my insides. She is there, lying down, pale, hooked up to machines that seem to breathe for her, her face marked, swollen, damaged, as if the world had relentlessly made her pay for something she never committed, and here I am, miles away, geographically and morally, powerless, pathetic, terrified.

The scene in front of her was like no other and it rattled her to the core. Lucifer sat on the couch, with five ladies lined up in front of him. They were in a position that was at ease as his eyes carefully scrutinized their bodies. You’d even think that they were clothed, but each one of them was butt-naked, which shocked Katherine even more. Her cheeks heated up as she clenched her fists right by her body. What was going on here? “H-huh?” Katherine choked up, her eyes widening as she stared at the nudists in front of her.

I looked over her shoulder to see what she was watching. In the living room, on the small sofa, not more than 15 feet away from us, Fiona was straddling Ali, bucking up and down on his enormous cock. They were both completely naked, and Fiona was moaning. I could see Fiona's breasts for the first time and they were remarkable. Large and fluid. Sweat glistened on her bare skin. It was intoxicatingly.