Assuming it is some of the staff that have snuck off and wanted a quick fuck, I inwardly chuckle to myself.
Listening again, I only hear one person continuously moaning; it sounds like a woman, but it is hard to make out with the engine directly behind me.
Searching around the room, I find a key holder located on the wall beside the door I entered, with three sets of keys hanging from the hooks.
I start to think better of it. Disturbing her would not be the best idea, especially if she is about to reach her climax, but my intuition takes over, as well as my dick, and I convince myself that I will only take a peek.
Hurrying over to the key rack, I grab the first set of keys closest to the door. I try them out, but they don’t fit. The same thing happens to the keys in the middle.
I take a deep breath as I hold the final set of keys in my hand. I place it in the lock and turn it, and it clicks. Nervously, I set my hand on the door and push, barely cracking the door open, and I hear a clunking sound.
Spinning around, I notice a set of keys fell to the ground because I did not secure them on the hook.
Sporting a bulge in my pants, I open the door.
The sight before me makes all of the hair on my arms stand upright, and goosebumps flow over my entire body. There, lying naked on the bed, is someone I thought had become a ghost.
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
As I tremble through another orgasm, the door gradually opens, and my stomach recoils in disgust, expecting to see Martin. To my utter shock, I take in the familiar face before me.
Am I hallucinating?
My eyes widen, and my heart is about to leap out of my chest.
I frantically shake my head at him in disbelief, but also with a sense of panic.
He is totally stunned and unmoving, as if his body has frozen at the mere sight of me.
His face pales like he has seen a ghost.
I direct my head to the corner where the camera is located, trying with everything in me to warn him.
Not wanting to shift his gaze from me, he steadily turns his head to what I am wiggling my body toward.
The camera shows a green light when Martin is watching and a red light when it is off.
I lift my body as far as I can off the bed, the chains tearing into my wrist, but I don’t care. We don’t have much time before Martin turns on the camera.
Tyler must sense my urgency because he sprints to the side of the bed, looking me over, not sure where to start freeing me.
He makes a decision and unhooks the ball gag first, then rips the headphones off my ears.
I spit the extra saliva that had pooled in my mouth away from him. Now, I will be able to talk.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” he all but whispers.
My gut twists, and I take in his facial features.
Subtly, they are somewhat familiar, and it crashes over me. Martin and Tyler. They are related, but how? I jerk back from him instinctively, speechless, and silence fills the room.
Tyler blurts out, “I have been looking for you everywhere. I refused to give up on finding you.”
Another thought dawns on me. Tyler is wrapped up in this. He knows about the illegal business the fraternity is involved in.
“How could you be entangled in this barbaric trade? Tyler, human beings are auctioned off as sex slaves?!”
He deceived me the entire time we were together. I thought he was a good person.
