Author's note: Bland stuff. Not sexy, just moving story forward. Catfight, Matt's angry, he's a little cuddly, Mandy's in trouble. Apologies if my more wordy writing sneaks in, I try to keep these to the point and moving forward.
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Matt didn't stay long. He hissed curses then stormed from the room. Mandy was the one to come see to me. And her cruel smirk made me all the angrier. The grumble of my stomach made me feel all the more humiliated.
"After coming home to see that you tried to fuck everyone you could, you're going to be Ben's favorite."
I said nothing, but examined the bruises across my body and the outline over the red rings where teeth had clamped onto my nipples.
Maybe this was the beginning of my punishment for what had happened. Listening to her was a torture.
"Matt and I had so much fun on our trip. It'll be easy for him to be rid of you after everything he told me."
What was she doing? Goading me? Trying to get me to make a mistake too bad to come back from?
I got sick of her hate-filled delight at my suffering. I did just what would cause her to make the mistake. "Have him for all I care. He's just as abusive and evil as the rest of them. You'll still be such a dick-desperate slut you will fuck anyone in sight."
She came over and yanked me by the hair, teeth bared. I may not have had much energy, but there was enough to spin and knock her off balance into the large tub before holding her down into it. If anything, maybe she would do the same to me--which she easily overpowered me and tossed me in, holding my head under for long extents before letting me up to breathe.
Whatever threats she made, I couldn't hear. I came up for air, choking and taking water in my airpipe, shocked she had let me fall sideways.
I still hadn't stopped coughing when I saw Matt come in, glare bearing down on me. "Igor never shuts up about wanting to own you."
Dread filled me at the name and I crawled backward coughing. No. I'd rather die than that.
