“Everyone has kind of gathered he has it out for you, so several people are trying to get on your list to block him,” Adrian tells me. “Also, I think because you tend to handle a lot, people want to touch you. I don’t like that, but that’s it. After that will be the Hunt, and I get to take you home.”
“I feel like there will be drama…”
Adrian shakes his head and cups my face. “War, baby. There is a lot you don’t know that we’ve decided to wait until after you leave here to explain.”
“We?”
“Brent and I,” he explains. “We do anticipate that you’ll be upset about us not telling you, but I am more concerned about your safety.”
“I trust both of you,” I say. “Can I… admit something? Without judgment?”
“Of course.”
“I’ve been having dreams of Brent,” I say carefully.
“Oh, I know,” he chuckles. “Don’t mistake my laughter for judgment.”
“I’m confused…”
“Every night since you told him, you have been having dreams, but you… act out those dreams…”
“No!” I gasp. “You’re lying!”
“Not at all,” he said. “It’s usually right before you wake. This last time, you were practically humping my leg.”
“No! Shut up,” I whine and cover my face with my hands.
“Want to know something, though?” he asks, pulling my hands down to look at me.
“What?” I ask with a frown.
“While you were grinding on me in your sleep, moaning his name, I was stroking my cock. I held onto you and we came, and I’m not sorry one bit.”
“It’s… wrong,” I say. “I’m fucking broken.”
“No, baby. You are traumatized and almost trauma-bonded to him. It’s not abnormal, nor are you in control of your dreams,” he said. “Also, I’ll be honest. You don’t look like any of them. Also… I haven’t told Brent this, but there are no records of your mother being pregnant with you. Raul and I are pretty damn good at finding shit, and it’s nowhere.”
“What does that mean?” I ask.
“It means that I am willing to bet anything that Edward bought you from human trafficking,” he says. “Which means, you are in no way related, legally or blood, to Brent. I can’t even find a birth certificate for you, nor can I prove you are as old as you think. You have been a ghost for your entire life.”
“Uhm… wow,” I say. “So I’m not a dirty freak?”
“No, but I definitely am,” he laughs.
Chapter Eighteen
Alania
Test 5 - Day 32
I have been atthis school for over a month, and I am so close to being done. I don’t know if I would have lasted the full 180 days, but I can finally see the finish line. This is the last test before the Hunt, and I’m ready. I spent all week recovering from Friday, and I finally feel better. Now, just seven mystery men are standing between me and Adrian. Everything will end with him, and next week, we will be married.
I have been having the same dream at night. It’s simple, really. In this dream, Brent shows up and says something about how I got to fuck him, so now he gets to fuck me. I fight him, but he fucks me anyway. For some reason, the thought of him holding me down and ruthlessly fucking me is enough to make me grind on Adrian in my sleep until I come for real. The last two nights, he has helped. This morning, I woke to his fingers in my pussy. I had my leg draped over his waist, and I was fucking myself on his hand. I was half awake, but I didn’t stop. I kept rocking my hips and moaning. I didn’t feel as bad, since I at least knew it was Adrian. Every morning, I sob because I feel like I’m violating Brent all over again. Knowing the truth now helps, though.
I am standing in a makeshift cell. There is a table, a spanking bench, and restraints everywhere, but Adrian placed me in an adjustable swing. My wrists and ankles are restrained, and there are straps around my thighs so I can be easily transitioned into other positions. Right now, I am suspended with my arms above my head, and I’m in a seated position with my knees pushed to my chest and spread apart.
I have my eyes closed and I am relaxing while the loud music thumps through the club. We are in a back room, separate from the main floor. The other girls are here too.
