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He nodded, taking in breath from my center completely under my mercy. I started rocking my hips back and forth as much as I want, fucking his face at a very fast speed. I stayed still for a minutes and lifted my body to let him get some air. He jolted and gasped. I gave him sometime to gather his breath before sitting back. I began rocking my hips back and forth gently on his flicking tongue as the pleasure builds. I gradually increased the rocking, making it faster and harder grinding against his lips and tongue, and coming up to let him have a little air.

“Not just lips. Build it.” He leaned in slightly, demonstrating without contact. “Start with proximity. Let them feel your breath.” His face was inches from mine now, close enough that I caught the faint scent of his mint toothpaste. “Tease a little. Hover, then go for the corner of the mouth, the jawline.” His fingers followed the path he described, brushing along my jaw with slowness. I shivered. “Realistic progression,” he continued, pulling back just enough to maintain eye contact. “Don’t mash faces. Lips part naturally. Use your hands..

Mack almost tripped over it when he noticed it looked too clean. “Nezerra, does this rock look like it should belong here?” He asked. Nezerra looks at it closely before responding. “This one is a different shade. It’s lighter than the rest of them. This rock was placed here.” Nezerra tells him as he tries to pick the rock up. “It’s like it is glued.” He says standing back up. “Damnit!” Nezerra kicks the rock and it moved. The wall slides oopen a little and closes again as the rock slides back.

I don’t have matches. What I do have is a pair of heavy riding boots with steel-shank soles and a handful of jagged, flint-like rocks scattered across the stream bank. I pick up two heavy, dark stones, sitting cross-legged on the dirt. My breath comes out in thick, white plumes. I strike the rocks together. Clack! Nothing. I strike them again, harder, vibrating through my bruised wrists. Clack! “Come on,” I mutter, my voice shaking from the cold. “Come the fuck on.”

So, I stayed. Hour four was the hardest. The urge to blink became a form of torture. My eyes felt like they were filled with hot sand. I learned to "micro-blink"—closing one eye while keeping the other fixed on the glass, then switching. It was a rhythmic, exhausting dance. Every time I slipped, even for a second, I would see its fingers curl over the edge of the medicine cabinet, or see its torso lean out of the frame like a man stepping through a window.

I bite my lip absent-mindedly. What Trey asked for arrives. He hands me a glass jar, “Rub that on your wrists and neck, it will speed up healing.” I nod. Opening the jar the smell is familiar. I rub it on all the areas the shackles cut into. When I’ve finished I pick up the brush and start brushing through my still wet hair. It took a while before I got all the tangles out.

“It’s gonna be a long week. And then what?” “You should ask him in the morning, ‘cause I’m not sure I got everything he said.” “C’mon, give me your free version.” “It’s gonna take a lot of care and attention to detail, that’s for sure. Creams and drops, a special pillow, avoiding screens and stress. That kinda fun.” “And my vision?” “It’s gonna be the same for a few days, and then it’s gonna get slowly better over the following weeks and months until it’s fully back. If we do it the right way, maybe you won’t be needing glasses anymore.”

"What you gonna get for me, Rock?" I look back at him as I face the dresser, holding exactly what I'm going to use on him. "You will just have to wait and see. Close your eyes." He does as I tell him and I watch him closely, putting the toy behind my back as I walk towards him.

He began muttering in frustration. I tried to concentrate so I could get the rock where I needed it. I waited until he swiveled in the opposite direction as me and I got the rock to just above his head. Now the tricky part. The rock began to rise slowly and painstakingly, foot after miserable foot above his head.