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spray of water, washing my mouth out, then swallowing as much as I can.
    The brunette pops her head in and she throws a bottle into the shower cubicle, not saying anything as I lap up the water that’s pouring into my mouth. My breathing’s heavy. I’ve exhausted myself and yet I’ve hardly done anything at all.
    “Come on, your food is getting cold,” her voice rings in my ears. The thought of food makes my stomach grumble, hunger pangs shooting through me. I pick up the discarded bottle that lay on the floor between my legs and see it’s a combination shampoo and conditioner. One of those cheap ones you can buy for babies. I don’t have the luxury of complaining as I lift my sore arms and squeeze half the bottle over my head. It feels good being clean again, apart from the hair factor.
    I use all my strength to stand, but I’m hunched over. Not able to take a full stand. The brunette flings a towel my way. She’s sitting on the toilet, playing with her nails. I grab it, dry my body, and see clean clothes on the sink bench. I place the clean undies on, then a loose fitting dress that hangs on my body.
    “Food?” I ask, and the hunger pangs are back. She points out the door, so I walk – well, I wobble to the smell of food. It’s on the bed I’d been sleeping on. Well tied to. The sheets are now clean, the smell gone. I sit and pick up the burger, devouring it. The brunette walks out, coming to stand in front of me, assessing me.
    “Why does he help you?” she asks. I lick my fingers, sucking the sauce from them clean.
    “Who?” I ask, not knowing what she’s talking about. “Where am I?” I ask, wondering where I am. Sometimes I wake in unusual places. This is not the worst.
    “You’re at the devil’s lair,” she replies, smiling.

 
     

    One.
    Two.
    Three.
    That’s how many steps I take until I’m at her door. It’s quiet and dark with no sound coming from inside. At first, I think maybe, possibly, she’s found a way to escape.
    Stella’s voice breaks that silence. I stare at her door. It’s closed, no light showing underneath.
    I hear her talking to Rose and I realize she’s prying. I’ve told her to not interfere and just do as I ask. They never listen—women never listen.
    I knock once, but hard. Footsteps follow. I don’t look in, I don’t want to see her just yet. Stella smiles at me, showing her crooked teeth. Beautiful she is, just not stunning. She shuts the door behind her, locking it as she goes. Her hand touches my chest, she grazes it, and I step back out of her reach. Smiling seductively, she starts walking up the stairs, stripping her clothes as she goes. I stand there watching, not moving.
    She cocks her finger. She’s now completely naked, wanting what only I can give her. I take the steps two at a time and pick her up. She squeals, but she’s wet. I can smell her, she smells good.
    I slam her against the window, her tits smashing against the glass. Her hands go up like she’s stuck to the glass pane, squashing her in place. I grab a condom, pull my cock out and bend down.
    “Fuck!” she screams as I push into her, her hands not moving. She stays still, not touching, not prying. I fuck her hard, each thrust as firm as the next. I lean forward, sinking my teeth into the edge of her shoulder. She shudders, she’s coming, but I’m not ready. I pull her backward, her hands catching her before she falls head first to the ground.
    Her hands are now the only part of her body on the window, holding herself up. She braces herself, she’s smart. I grab her hair, pulling it hard. It’s taking longer and longer each time I’m with a woman to come. There have even been times I haven’t come at all. But I plan to come tonight, plan to release the tension built up and taking hold of me.
    Her head snaps back with each thrust, my cock slamming into her again and again. I finally come, pushing her away from me. She catches herself again. She’s getting good at my reactions,