The Darkness We Share (Revna x Jaythous)

[Revna]

Warning's for this RP

This will be a DARK rp where character's are kidnapped and forced into a room with each other to fuck each other as the kidnapper pleases. If you are sensitive to non-con, dub-con, mental/physical/sexual violence, or harder core kinks such as cock and ball abuse. Please do not read this RP. Otherwise, welcome to the dark side!

𝖂𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖞 𝖉𝖊𝖓​

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The air was heavy and thick with an oppressive stillness, a silence so profound it felt alive. Celeste Kane's eyelids fluttered open, her senses sluggish as she fought to orient herself. Her body ached, every muscle screaming in protest as if she'd been dragged and discarded without care. The cold gnawed at her bare skin, and a sharp chill ran down her spine as she realized she was stripped to nothing but her underwear. A soft groan escaped her lips as she shifted, the dim light casting long shadows over the faint outlines of three other figures sprawled across the floor nearby.

She wasn't alone.

Her breath hitched as the figures stirred, their movements jerky and uncertain, as though they, too, were shaking off the fog clouding their minds. The floor beneath her was unforgiving, its surface leeching warmth from her body, and her arms instinctively wrapped around herself. A knot of fear twisted in her stomach, but before she could fully take in the room surrounding her, a crackle pierced the air. A loudspeaker came to life, its static slicing through the heavy silence and making her flinch.

"Welcome to The Den." The voice was smooth, deliberate, and dripping with cruelty.

It reverberated through the space, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once. Celeste's gaze darted upward, though the speaker remained hidden from view. "You will spend twenty-one days here," the voice continued, calm but laced with sadistic amusement. "You will eat when I say you eat. Sleep when I say you sleep. Drink when and what I tell you to drink. Fuck when and how I say to fuck. For the next three weeks, you are mine. There is no escape, no mercy, and no second chances. Fail to comply, and you will starve and die here."

The words hung in the air like a death sentence, the room itself seeming to close in tighter with every syllable. The voice paused, as though savoring their fear, before adding with chilling finality, "Let the games begin."

The speaker clicked off, leaving behind the low hum of the room's electrics and the uneven, shallow breaths of its occupants. Celeste's skin prickled with goosebumps, the weight of the announcement pressing down on her like a physical force. She glanced toward the other figures, their silhouettes trembling with the same raw fear she felt coursing through her veins. Each one seemed to mirror her confusion, their faces shrouded in the dim light, their movements frantic yet futile. Slowly taking in the sex dungeon around them with wide nervous eyes.

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The memories came rushing back with brutal clarity, each fragment cutting into her like shards of glass. The cool breeze brushing against her skin. The faint scent of rain in the air. She'd been walking home from a late shift, her thoughts preoccupied with mundane worries. A fleeting shadow in her peripheral vision had been her only warning.

She remembered fumbling with her keys, her heart racing as she quickened her steps. The distinct sound of footsteps behind her had sent adrenaline surging through her veins. Then came the sharp sting at her neck. Her body had betrayed her, the world tilting violently as the pavement rushed up to meet her. The last thing she saw before the darkness consumed her was a pair of black boots, glinting faintly under the flickering streetlamp.

And now, she was here.

Celeste's throat tightened as she forced herself back to the present, the weight of her situation crashing down on her anew. The room's atmosphere loomed like a predator, every sound amplified in the eerie quiet. She could feel the weight of the others, their fear almost palpable in the air. Yet she kept her own eyes fixed forward, scanning the vague outlines of her surroundings for any clue, any escape, any shred of hope.

Her fingers curled into fists, her nails biting into her palms as she willed herself to stay calm. Panic was a luxury she couldn't afford, not now. Not here. Whatever The Den was, whatever this person had planned for them, she wasn't going to crumble. She couldn't.

She glanced around once more, taking in the shadows of the others and the forbidding walls surrounding them. The fight for survival had begun, and Celeste Kane was determined to play the game enough to survive and hopefully keep her soul intact. "Hello?" Her voice cracked from dryness, her mouth felt like sandpaper and begging for water.

 

[Jaythous]

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Peter McBride began waking up with a deep, long, pained, groan. His right hand slowly went to his forehead as he curled up on the floor with a shiver against the cold. His head was pounding, his stomach churning, and his body felt like it had been sick all day. He took a bit longer to wake than the other three captives. He could hear a recording say something about a den and felt the presence of others in the room. He kept his eyes closed as he tried to settle the dizzying headache. Why did he feel so bad?

The memories all flooded back. He had been ecstatic to be at his boss's, boss's, boss's party in the penthouse suite of the most expensive hotel. He had been an honored guest, or so he had thought. After a full night of drinking and partying he vaguely remembered a sexy woman giving him something to drink and then blacking out. "Ohhh my head" he groaned again as the robot voice in the room wouldn't shut up. He felt the cold floor on his side and noticed that he was only in his boxers. Where did his suit and tie go? He slowly opened his eyes. What light there was gave him a slight headache. He didn't get hangovers usually, so something had to have been in that drink.

His biggest fears were realized as he opened his eyes to see a room he didn't recognize and three people he didn't know before he shut them against the fear. His hearing finally focused on the robot voice as it said "You will eat when I say you eat. Sleep when I say you sleep. Drink when and what I tell you to drink. Fuck when and how I say to fuck. For the next three weeks, you are mine. There is no escape, no mercy, and no second chances. Fail to comply, and you will starve and die here." That didn't sound good.

Peter sat up, his feet on the floor, his elbows on his knees and his fists rubbing his eyes. Still groggily he said, "What's going on?" and then he opened his eyes really for the first time. Nothing was familiar. It looked like some kind of BDSM dungeon. He had been in some before, but none as lavish as this. What kind of wired trick were his Bosses playing on him? He suddenly felt like the joke. He could see three other people in the room, but couldn't make out any details other then one looked to be a woman who was only a few feet away from him. "Who's there? What are we doing here, what games?"

 

[Revna]

Song to listen to while reading

Celeste's skin prickled with goosebumps, the weight of the announcement pressing down on her like an iron shroud. She glanced at the others, who were now stirring more urgently, their expressions a mirror of her own—fear, confusion, and the desperate need to survive. The woman, a petite brunette with wide, terrified eyes, pushed herself upright, her breathing ragged. "W-what is this? What's happening?" she stammered, clutching her knees to her chest as she looked around the room in panic.

The man on the far side of the room, tall with broad shoulders and a buzz cut, was anything but calm. He shot to his feet, fists clenched, and roared into the empty space, "I'm not doing shit, you hear me? Whoever's out there, let us out right fucking now!" His voice echoed off the walls as he stormed to the door, yanking at the handle with all his strength. It didn't budge. "Goddamn it!" he bellowed, slamming his fist against the unyielding metal.

Celeste forced herself to take a deep breath, her heart hammering against her ribs. Focus. She needed to focus. Her gaze shifted to the room around them, taking in the dim light and the unmistakable atmosphere of a BDSM dungeon. It wasn't just a room—it was an apartment, or at least a twisted imitation of one. The furniture, though functional, was kink-themed, and the sense of control hung in the air like a fog.

The man by the door cursed again, rattling the handle. "It's locked from the outside," he growled, turning back to face the group with a glare. His eyes landed on Celeste, and she met his fury with a calm steadiness she didn't entirely feel.

Ignoring him for now, Celeste turned to the trembling woman. "Hey," she said softly, inching closer. "What's your name?"

The woman blinked at her, tears brimming in her eyes. "M-Megan," she managed.

"Megan, it's going to be okay," Celeste said, keeping her voice steady. "I know this is terrifying, but panicking won't help us. Let's take a moment and figure out where we are, okay?"

Megan hesitated, then nodded, her breathing evening out slightly. "Okay," she whispered.

Together, they began exploring the room. It was carpeted, with a small adjoining bathroom that offered at least some semblance of privacy. There was a bedroom area with a massive California king bed. Celeste's stomach turned at the thought of all of them sharing it, but for now, it seemed like the only option. Once Megan seemed a little steadier, Celeste turned her attention to the man near the door. Peter McBride was seated on the floor, his head in his hands. "None of us know anything," Celeste said firmly, answering the question he had groggily asked earlier.

The angry man's glare snapped back to her. "And you think you do?" he snarled.

Celeste straightened, meeting his anger with unwavering confidence. "I know panicking and yelling at a locked door won't help us," she shot back, her tone sharp. "If you're done wasting your energy, maybe we can figure out a plan."

For a moment, he loomed over her, his chest heaving with fury. But Celeste held her ground, her gaze unflinching. Finally, he let out a low growl and stepped back, his scowl deepening. "Fine," he muttered, retreating to the other side of the room.

Celeste exhaled slowly, the adrenaline coursing through her veins making her limbs tremble. Her eyes swept the room once more, taking in the shadows and the clearly heavily sexual atmosphere. Panic clawed at her chest, threatening to take hold, but she shoved it down. She couldn't afford to lose control. Not here. Not now.

The fight for survival had begun, and Celeste Kane was determined to stay in control—even as fear gripped her core like a vice.

 

[Jaythous]

Peter rubbed at his temples as another male voice started shouting at the door. "Arg… shut up!" he mumbled to himself. He wasn't loud enough for the others to hear, but it helped him control his pain. As Celeste started to calm everyone down, Peter was simply gaining his own wits about himself.

When he heard Celeste answer his question with "None of us know anything" he opened and rose his eyes to look at her more focused. His dark grey eyes narrowed as he took in the beautiful redhead for the first time. His original thoughts in that moment were that she couldn't be real. She was absolutely stunning! Something out of a fantasy. He blinked as the other man snapped "And you think you do?" to Celeste. Then from Celeste's retort he puffed up his chest and came at her. Peter thought he was being ridiculous, and he should… damn Peter's head hurt like a mother!!!

Pater took a few deep breaths and then tried to join the party as his mind started to catch up to the situation. As the confusion and excitement swirled around him he calmly stood up and looked around for possible ways to leave the room. Things did look bleak. His eyes focused on movement that was Celeste. As his mind cleared from the fog, somehow she looked even more beautiful! His eyes then looked at the other two, gaging their emotional states and intellect from what he had heard and how they were reacting now.

Taking all the things he had heard in the last five minutes he looked up to where a speaker might be and asked, "Why are we here?"

 

[Revna]

The air remained tense, the silence broken only by the soft hum of the electrics and the shifting movements of the captives. Megan, the wide-eyed brunette, seemed to gather her thoughts first. Her voice wavered as she spoke, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as if trying to shield herself from the chill.

"I… I was at the library," Megan stammered, her hazel eyes darting nervously around the room. "I stayed late to finish some research. I remember walking to my car, and then… I don't know. Someone grabbed me from behind. I didn't even see their face." She shivered, her voice breaking slightly. "This has to be some kind of mistake. I don't belong here."

Damian let out a derisive snort, his sharp features twisted in a scowl. "A mistake? Right." He paced, his frustration barely contained. "I was at a bar. Had a few drinks, shot some pool. Next thing I know, I'm waking up in this… this hellhole." He banged his fist against the nearest surface, testing its sturdiness, then muttered under his breath, "I'm not playing this sick game."

Celeste watched them both, her expression carefully neutral as she let their words sink in. The pieces didn't add up, and the rising tension in her chest begged for release. Taking a steadying breath, she spoke, her voice calm but firm. "I was walking home from work. It was late, and I thought I was alone. Someone jabbed something into my neck, and then I blacked out." She paused, her gaze sweeping across the group. "Whoever did this… they planned it. None of this is random."

Peter's question hung in the air, unanswered, but Celeste turned her focus back to the group. "Has anyone done something recently… something they shouldn't have? Anything that could've made someone target you?" Her eyes flicked to Megan first, then Damian, her tone inviting but edged with urgency. "Think carefully."

Megan hesitated, wringing her hands as she searched her memory. "I don't… I mean, I had an argument with a professor last week, but that doesn't mean—" She stopped herself, shaking her head. "No, nothing. I can't think of anything serious."

Damian growled, raking a hand through his dark hair. "I've pissed off plenty of people, but nothing worth this. A bar fight, maybe. Some bad bets." He glanced at Celeste, his tone challenging. "But you really think this is about us? Feels more like some psycho with too much time on his hands."

Celeste crossed her arms, her sharp green eyes narrowing. "I don't believe in coincidences. Someone went to a lot of trouble to put us here. That means there's a reason, whether we see it yet or not."

She let the weight of her words settle over the room, glancing between Megan, Damian, and Peter. The tension was palpable, the silence heavy with unspoken fears. Celeste's heart hammered in her chest, but she forced herself to stay composed. They needed answers, and panicking wouldn't get them anywhere.

 

[Jaythous]

The deafening silence from the speakers after his questions was unnerving. When Megan began to tell her story, Peter took a deep breath and listened. Yelling at anyone or any thing was not going to help the situation. Damian's bad attitude was starting to get on Peter's nerves too. He almost gave Damian a sharp retort back in defense of Megan, but held his tongue this time. instead he listened to Damian spit his memories of arrival in this dungeon and felt his own situation being mirrored. Finally he listened to Celeste. Her's sounded the most aggressive, with a sharp pain in her neck. Visions of someone plunging a needle in the back of the beautiful redhead's neck filled his mind.

Peter chimed in after Celeste, "Similar to his experience, I was at a party with my boss when I was given a drink that knocked me out... and here I am... with a pounding headache."

After Celeste asked if anyone had done something to warrant this type of treatment Peter was pretty quiet. He let everyone else go first, but at the end finally said, "I've done some things in the name of getting ahead that might make powerful competitors want to kidnap me... but involving others isn't their style. No... I don't think I've done something to cause this..."

he let a moment or two pass before saying, "Anyone see a refrigerator, or oven and stove? How about a water facete?" He then saw the large king bed and the bathroom. Going to the bathroom he took a look. After coming back he said, "Well, we either need to take turns or get to know each other intimately..." Peter then walked over to Megan, laid a gentle hand on her shoulder and said, "You are right to be worried, but we are all going to have to be strong to get out of here." Peter looked over to Celeste then, "My name's Peter, and our captor either didn't have anywhere else to put us, or we are going to have some strange days ahead of us." he finished while looking around at the BDSM furniture.

 

[Revna]

Before anyone could respond, a sharp crackle filled the room as the speakers came alive again. The distorted, mechanical voice cut through the tension like a blade.

"Ah, it seems you're catching on. Let me make this perfectly clear: there will be no food, no water, no showers, no comforts of any kind unless you follow my rules. You've noticed, I'm sure, that none of the sinks work. The only water in this room is in the toilet—should you prefer to test my patience. I promise, you won't like the results."

A low, static-filled chuckle followed, as though the person on the other end found their predicament amusing.

"But I'm feeling... generous. Let's play a game, shall we? A simple one to start. To unlock water access for one hour, Celeste, you will sit on Peter's lap for five minutes. That's it. No one moves, no one interrupts. When the time is up, the sinks, showers, and even the toilet will provide water—for one hour. Refuse, and you'll all remain parched."

The voice dropped an octave, losing any pretense of levity. "You may think this is just a game, but I assure you, the stakes will only grow higher. Choose wisely."

The speakers clicked off, leaving an eerie silence in their wake.

Megan gasped and pressed her hands to her mouth, her wide eyes darting to Celeste. "That's... that's sick! They can't expect us to actually do this."

Damian, who had been pacing furiously, let out a sharp, derisive laugh. "Why not? It's five minutes. Not exactly a big deal, princess. Or are you planning to hold out until someone passes out from dehydration?"

Celeste turned to glare at Damian, her green eyes narrowing. "You think this is funny? You think any of this is normal?"

Damian shrugged, leaning back against the wall. "Nothing about this is normal, sweetheart. But if you're too proud to play along, don't expect me to start drinking out of the damn toilet just to save your ego."

Megan whimpered, clearly on the verge of tears. "Stop it, both of you! This isn't helping!"

Celeste took a deep breath, her fists clenched tightly at her sides. She hated this—hated the powerlessness, the humiliation, the way they were being treated like pawns in someone else's twisted game. But as much as she wanted to dig her heels in and refuse, the thought of Megan—or herself—being forced to resort to drinking from a toilet turned her stomach.

"Fine," Celeste said at last, her voice steady but cold. "If that's what it takes to get water, then I'll do it."

Damian gave a mock salute. "That's the spirit."

Ignoring him, Celeste turned her attention to Peter. "You okay with this?" she asked, her tone neutral.

She waited for his response, her expression guarded but resolute. Whatever his answer, she'd find a way to deal with it.

 

[Jaythous]

Peter was unhappy with the timing of the speaker voice as he was just about to get to know his new roommates, but he had no choice than to stand and listen quietly. Peter had been in a haze for the voices first explanation of their situation, so he was hearing about the denial of food and water for the first time. His jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed in anger and frustration at another human doing this to others. This was inhumane, yet his calculating mind told him he had to wait and bide his time.

Peter's eyes went to Celeste right after the voice ordered her to sit in his lap if they wanted some water. This was no game, this was some sicko playing their own reality TV. Peter's eyes darted to Megan as she began to freak out about being forced to do things. Before he could say anything Damian exclaimed about doing it or being without water. Peter gave a commanding voice he didn't normally use in order to match Damian's panic, "Sir! Don't panic and push everyone else to panic. Just stay calm." Peter's voice softened as he tried to clam Damian down. "You're right! We don't have a choice in the matter right now, but this little game can't go much further for us to go along…" the second part of the line said more towards the speakers than his roommates.

He knew the brown haired girl was named Megan, so Celeste must be the pretty redhead. Why the voice chose her to sit on him, he didn't know, but Peter didn't think it was a problem. His biggest problem might be trying not to get a hard-on when she sat on him in only her underwear for Celeste was an absolutely stunningly good looking woman. Peter had faith in himself enough to know he wouldn't make it wired if only for five minutes. There was no telling how Celeste felt about the order though. Peter looked to her, his eyes warm and sympathetic, but strong and calming. After a moment of looking into her eyes, he slowly nodded silently to her and waved her over. He then looked around for a comfortable place to sit.

Peter chose one of the big, cushioned chairs along the wall to sit in so they could both be comfortable. He walked over to it and turned back to Celeste. "Does this work for you?" If Celeste agreed he would sit down on it, get comfortable, and invite Celeste to join him. He was only in his boxers, but he made sure to pull them slightly sideways so the opening in front didn't sit over his manhood.

 

[Revna]

Celeste swallowed hard, forcing down the frustration bubbling in her chest. Her green eyes flicked to Peter, who seemed as calm as one could be in this surreal nightmare. She could feel the weight of his silent nod, his gaze warm yet steady, and she hated how much she appreciated it. This wasn't normal. None of this was normal. But if she was going to get through this, she needed to play the game—for now.

As Peter moved toward the cushioned chair and gestured to it, she gave a short nod, her face composed despite the heat creeping up her neck. She followed him, her bare feet padding against the cold floor. The sound of her movement seemed louder in the silence that had settled over the room.

Just as she reached him and was about to settle herself into his lap, the speaker crackled back to life.

"Stop."

The single word froze her in place. The voice chuckled darkly, slow and deliberate, as though savoring the moment.

"Celeste, dear, you'll need to sit… properly. Don't half-ass this. I want you sitting with your back straight and your weight centered—exactly where it matters most. Anything less, and the game doesn't count."

The static faded, leaving the room eerily quiet once more.

Celeste's breath hitched, her cheeks flushing crimson as the implication of the words sank in. She glanced at Peter, catching the slight tension in his jaw. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest, but she forced herself to take a deep breath. This was no time to hesitate.

Straightening her spine, Celeste climbed onto Peter's lap, careful to meet his gaze as she moved. She positioned herself just as instructed, her plush curves settling firmly against him. Her thighs pressed into his, and her weight rested fully where it was undoubtedly felt. The warmth of his body radiated against her skin, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine. Her breath came shallow, but she forced her shoulders to relax, refusing to let the kidnapper see her discomfort. She glanced briefly at Peter, her voice soft but steady. "Five minutes. That's all."

The timer above the door lit up, a glowing red "5:00" flashing into existence as a reminder of the countdown that had begun.

 

[Jaythous]

Peter settled himself before moving his hands and arms to the side. At first to the side of his legs, then to the arms of the chair, and then up and then back down... he was a bit nervous and unsure where to put his arms, but finally forced himself to stop fidgeting and lay them on the arms of the chair. He looked back up to Celeste's eyes as they all heard the voice chime in once again. As Celeste looked into his eyes she found them to be a dark grey...no... a dark hazel as she got closer, with hints of many colors flickering in the light. Peter was a handsome man with broad shoulders, toned fit muscles, a flat stomach with the hint of abs muscles, but nothing out of a fitness mag, and smooth, healthy, radiant skin. His thighs were meaty and strong, the kind a man gets from high level sports or workouts, not the thin skinny jeans type.

After hearing how the voice wanted Celeste to sit on him, Peter gave a biting retort back, "How many cameras do you have on us? Why not have drones on our head's you sicko!?" he then took a breath. It had felt good to release some of the tension in his body, show some fight, and let out his anger at being captured, but he almost immediately regretted trying to wind the voice up.

As Celeste got close to him to comply, he felt her unease, anger, and tension at the situation and how he would react to her. He needed to try and calm her and to make her more comfortable around him, or this was going to be a long 5 minutes. When she looked back into his eyes for reassurance that he wanted this, he nodded silently again to her, then he opened his palms and motioned for her to sit on him. He whispered in an attempt for only her to hear, "It's ok… you can sit on me, we'll get through this."

As she sat down on him and he felt her weight, warm, smooth, beautiful skin for the first time on his, and caught her delicate, yet lovely sent, he felt his manhood give a jolt of arousal. He quickly suppressed those feelings. This was not the time! Mmmm… but she felt good on him. As she moved to center herself and get in position, he pushed up gently with his hips in order to allow her to center herself on him. Celeste could feel his warm skin against her. Even almost fully naked with the cool air around them, Peter gave off heat like a furnace. His blood circulation was above average. He also gave off a slight musky smell with the hint of good whiskey. Truth be told he needed a shower to take the taint of too much drinking last night, but otherwise he wasn't far removed from a shower before the party and kidnapping.

There was also no mistaking his substantial package between his legs. This came about as he had his legs closed enough to allow her to sit backwards on him. As she sank in against him he opened his legs slightly which took some of the pressure off his balls and manhood by letting them slip between his legs, but he found he really didn't mind it the feeling at all.

As she moved back against him he instinctively put his warm right hand down onto her right mid-thigh and his left warm hand pressed against her left side. He left them there for a half a moment before he realized and pulled them back away. He whispered "yup… yes… that's fine… oh sorry… yes… five minutes… I'm ok… you?" After a little while when he felt she might be straining to stay in the exact right position he whispered, "It's ok, you can lean back against me if you need to." He waited until 30 seconds had gone and they were getting more comfortable with each other to whisper "I gather you are Celeste? I'm Peter… Nice to meet you." He chuckled. Then continued, "This is a bad situation… Let's find something to gather as much water as we can once he lets us run the fossettes."

 

[Revna]

Heat unfurled slowly in Celeste's chest, her body warming as she settled into his lap. The instructions from the speaker lingered heavily in her mind, and though she did her best to straighten herself, she couldn't ignore the firm presence beneath her. She adjusted slightly, her movements deliberate, until she was seated in the exact position demanded by their captor. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, but she refused to let the embarrassment take over. Her shoulders squared as she steadied herself, determined to maintain some semblance of composure.

The electricity of his touch caught her off guard when his hands instinctively brushed her thighs. A sharp breath hitched in her throat, her skin buzzing where his warm palms had been before he quickly moved them away. The fleeting contact left an unshakable tingle in its wake, but Celeste focused on the necessity of their situation. Her gaze dropped momentarily to the floor, a cascade of emotions washing over her: frustration, anger, and a reluctant resolve to endure.

The seconds stretched on, each one feeling heavier than the last, until her body began to relax. Slowly, she allowed herself to lean back, her shoulders resting lightly against his chest. The warmth radiating from him was a stark contrast to the cold tension in the room, and she begrudgingly found it... comforting. Not ideal, not wanted, but a necessary solace in their shared predicament.

"We should figure out what we can use for water," she murmured, her voice low as she scanned the room. Rising panic prickled in her gut, but she swallowed it down, her tone steady. "If we're only given access for short bursts, we need to make it count."

Her eyes darted to the others as they began searching the room for containers. Megan rifled through drawers, muttering anxiously under her breath, while Damian, with a scowl plastered across his face, kicked aside furniture in frustration. Their efforts were yielding next to nothing—some shallow dishes and a few unhelpful decorative items, but nothing substantial.

At the two-and-a-half-minute mark, the speaker crackled back to life, cutting through the tension in the room like a blade.

"I see you're all getting comfortable," the voice drawled, the amusement unmistakable. "Though it seems someone here doesn't quite know their place." There was a pause, the static humming ominously. "Since obedience is still in question, let me make this simple. Celeste—turn around. Straddle him. Face him. Any more lip from your boyfriend there, and we'll make the first example your first lesson. Don't test me."

Celeste's stomach dropped, and for a brief moment, her resolve wavered. The weight of their situation pressed down on her shoulders, suffocating. Her gaze flickered over to Megan and Damian as they continued their frantic search for something—anything—that could hold water. But the tension in the room was suffocating, and it was clear everyone had heard the threat.

Her lips pressed into a thin line as she turned her attention back to the task demanded of her. Straightening her spine, she shifted her weight and prepared to comply. There was no room for hesitation now—not with the consequences looming so dangerously close. Forcing herself to move, her muscles felt like lead as she pushed herself up and shifted on his lap. Slowly, she swung her leg over, straddling his thighs and facing him. The motion brought their bodies even closer, and she felt her skin flush as the heat between them grew unbearable. Her weight settled on him, and though she tried to ignore it, she couldn't help but notice how his body responded to hers.

Her knees pressed into the cushions on either side of him, and her hands instinctively found his shoulders for balance. She avoided his gaze at first, but after a few breaths, she forced herself to meet his eyes. The timer continued to tick down as the other two rummaged, Megan holding up a small plastic cup she'd found, her expression a mix of relief and fear. "It's not much, but it'll have to do," she said, her voice shaky. Damian searched near the sink, coming up with a cracked mug, its handle missing. "We've got this too," he muttered.

Celeste shifted slightly, trying to find a position that didn't feel so exposing, but it was impossible. Peter's warmth and the closeness of their bodies made her hyper-aware of every small movement, every subtle shift. Her voice was a whisper when she finally spoke.

"We'll find a way to make it work," she said, her green eyes locking onto his. "No matter how much this asshole tries to push us, we'll figure it out."

The timer ticked down relentlessly, and Celeste steeled herself for whatever would come next.

 

[Jaythous]

Every time she adjusted herself on him he wanted to embrace the erotic feelings from her lovely body pressing down on his most sensitive areas, but he forced himself to focus on other things, like the two others rummaging for what ever they could find. Even though he fought his arousal, he couldn't help but greet her slight re-adjustments with a throb from his slightly growing manhood. It was ever so slight, but probably enough for her to feel.

When she took his suggestion and leaned back against him, his right arm instinctively wrapped around her waist half way and his warm right hand gently laid on her stomach over her belly button to steady her on him as if it was the most normal in the world. He whispered in agreement, "Yeah, we need to focus on survival first.." then to her adjustments, "yes, sit back …just like that… I can see better around you when you sit against me." It was all true, except if he was totally honest, he was enjoying having her sitting on him. If this was any other situation, he'd be on cloud nine right now and probably ten times as hard, but this was not a normal day.

His warm body gave a jolt in surprise when the voice started up again. He cringed when the voice used his outburst to punish Celeste more. He let go of her, raising his hands out of her way, but also ready to catch her if she started to fall off of him. He didn't need to worry as she spun around on him. He couldn't help but feel the arousal again as she shifted against his open legged crotch. He was sure she could feel it this time. When she faced him he gave her a soft look of oops along with a whispered, "Sorry…"

Peter sat back slightly, giving her the room she needed to turn and allowing her to move as she wished. He was able to anticipate her movements and shift to help her. There was no chance of keeping their body's movement from rubbing in the exact locations to cause arousal. As he watched her gorgeous body sink down onto his trapped body he gave a soft, very low, moaning, breath that he hoped she didn't hear, yet he bet she felt his manhood twitch and harden a bit more against her spread legs.

He looked up to her as she turned her eyes back to him. When their eyes met again he gave a little throb once more against her. When she put her hands on his shoulders he wrapped his arms around her waist, letting his warm hand rest safely on her lower back to keep them both stable. For a moment his dark hazel eyes sparkled for her with many colors, not just browns, blues, and greens, but some blacks, grays, yellows, and reds as well. With their warm bodies so close and their embrace feeling right he lost himself in her beautiful green eyes for a moment. His breathing was a little shallow, but even, yet his pounding heart gave away how much he was holding his emotions back. He didn't know whether to say sorry for making it awkward, or your welcome for showing his appreciation of her, so he didn't say anything at all. Maybe she didn't feel it… maybe she didn't care…

The moment was broken by Megan's delight at finding the cup. Peter looked over her shoulder to see what the other two had found. He whispered to Celeste, "Those aren't big enough, we need something larger…" Celeste brought his gaze back to her when she whispered "We'll find a way to make it work, No matter how much this asshole tries to push us, we'll figure it out" Peter nodded, "As long as we fight him together and stay strong we can get out of here. I like your attitude. I'm with you. I'll try to keep the big guy from destroying the place, if you can keep Megan from crying?"

 

[Revna]

Heat coiled low in Celeste's stomach, pooling with an intensity she couldn't ignore. Every slight adjustment she made against him only emphasized the undeniable pressure of his growing arousal. Her breath hitched as she felt the subtle, yet unmistakable, throb of him pressing against her core. A flush spread over her skin, and for a moment, she didn't know whether to lean into it or pull away—but pulling away wasn't an option.

her gaze lifted almost instinctively to his face, and she froze. He was devastatingly handsome in a rugged, effortless way. The soft glitter in his hazel eyes caught her completely off guard. Colors danced in their depths—warm browns, flecks of greens, blues, even hints of amber and crimson that seemed to shift like embers catching light. It was distracting, almost dangerously so, and combined with the position she now found herself in, her thoughts became a tangle of sensations and suppressed reactions.

The hard press of him against her made her thighs tighten reflexively, her hands moving to his shoulders to steady herself. Between his body's heat, his growing bulge pressing right where she was most sensitive, and the way his arms instinctively found her waist, holding her steady, it was becoming impossible to think clearly.

Her lips parted, but no words came out as her gaze dropped for a second before flicking back to his. He didn't speak either, just looked at her with an intensity that sent a shiver racing down her spine. Her pulse quickened, her breathing shallowing as the tension between them became almost palpable. If not for Megan's delighted exclamation, Celeste wasn't sure how long she would've been trapped in that moment.

Peter's whispered remark snapped her back to the present. "Those aren't big enough. We need something larger…" he said softly, breaking the spell.

Celeste let out a slow breath, grateful for the distraction. She nodded, her voice steady despite the lingering heat in her tone. "We'll figure it out. No matter how much this asshole tries to push us, we'll find a way to make it work."

Peter gave her an encouraging nod, his calm presence grounding her. "As long as we fight him together and stay strong, we can get out of here. I like your attitude. I'm with you. I'll try to keep the big guy from destroying the place if you can keep Megan from crying."

A soft smile tugged at her lips despite the weight of their situation. "Deal." The idea of finding an ally in this chaos felt odd, almost foreign, but she couldn't deny the relief that came with knowing she didn't have to take it all on alone.

As the crackling speaker marked the countdown's final minute, Celeste leaned in closer, her chest brushing against his as she brought her lips to his ear. Her voice was low, just above a whisper. "When time's up, no matter how little we find, we all need to shower, drink as much as we can, and fill whatever we've got. A little is better than nothing, and we'll need it to last."

The warmth of her breath ghosted over his skin as she spoke, sending a shiver through him. She lingered for a second, her hands tightening lightly on his shoulders before she straightened. Her emerald eyes flicked toward the others, already mentally calculating their next steps. Whatever happened next, she was determined to stay in control—even if the feel of him against her and the memory of his glittering gaze lingered far longer than they should have.

 

[Jaythous]

It wasn't fair for a woman to have such a gorgeous body and have such a stunningly beautiful face, yet when their eyes met Peter found himself completely lost in her perfect green eyes. His eyes sparkled as she held him trapped by her stunning look at him. The connection with Celeste was powerful and intoxicating if only for a few moments. When her thighs squeezed him she could feel how her look made him feel as he throbbed with only their thin clothes of underwear protecting their sexes from joining. He was definitely getting harder under her from her subtle movements driving him crazy.

After he asked, "I'm with you. I'll try to keep the big guy from destroying the place if you can keep Megan from crying" and held his breath, her small smile caressing her beautiful face sealed the deal and sent his heart fluttering like nothing else. He let out the deep breath he had been holding unconsciously which made his warm, muscular chest rise up against the swell of her lovely breasts when she leaned in to whisper in his ear. Somehow when they had been looking into each other's eyes they had leaned closure and neither had noticed.

He couldn't help the throb of excitement that ran through his body and pressed against her open legs as she leaned into him and he felt her warm breath against his neck and ear. As she leaned into him the clothe of his boxers covering his growing manhood shifted and the opening in the front moved over his dick, letting it slip out and against her panties. The extra heat he felt, and she likely felt, made him close his eyes as she whispered into his ear. He tried to fight his arousal, but this was one of the hottest situations he'd been in in quite a while, maybe ever! Even only semi-hard as he was his tip poked against her panties and she could feel his growing girth, a slight dampness, and the promise of good size.

Through all the distracting arousal he heard her loud and clear. He agreed and gave her a hushed, deeply aroused, "Yes… We'll have to move fast." And then he tried to calm himself with a hot breath which fell against her neck while his hands slid over her smooth skin to rest against her hips more comfortably.

Before she could pull away he whispered, "I'll try to get angry man over there to shower first so he can calm down. Maybe you can calm Megan down. I'll be watching. Give me a sign if you think I can come over and help, or I won't if I'd cause problems. Also, If there's no large containers, let's look for thick clothes to stop up the sinks to hold the water in the sink for drinking when the voice turns the water off…" the whole time she could feel his strong heart pounding against her breasts and chest. When he finished, he waited for her response, yet slid his warm hands back up to her middle and upper back to keep her pressed against him slightly. He covered his mouth to keep any cameras from reading his lips as he whispered, "I'm sorry… I'll control myself better… Thank you for not getting mad… It's just…" he took a hot breath, yet his voice was strong and steady as a gentleman speaking about touchy subjects would, "…You're a very attractive woman and you feel very nice. In a strange way, it helped my nerves… And… if you don't mind… can you get up a little carefully…"

Pater was able to calm his shaky nerves some to know she was on his side. At least it was a start against this evil, and with the one of the three he'd have chosen first for his team. He let go of her, his arms sliding down her sides to her hips again so she could get up when the time ran out, yet not taking them off her if she didn't ask. If she looked back to him after the warm closeness they just shared he would give a handsome, warm, heartfelt smile to her. The type of smile that would melt most women, so he didn't use often. A smile from the heart he kept closed most of the time.

 

[Revna]

Celeste couldn't help the flush of warmth that spread through her chest and belly as Peter's gaze captured hers. Those eyes—deep, swirling with colors she hadn't noticed before—felt like they could strip her bare. Her breath hitched as his lips parted, his chest brushing against her breasts. Her thighs clenched around his hips, and she felt it—his arousal pressing against the thin barrier of her panties. The heat there was impossible to ignore now, a constant reminder of the tension simmering between them.

She tried to focus on the plan, on survival, but it was hard when every subtle movement reminded her of their precarious position. The way his hands steadied her, sliding over her back to rest just above her hips, sent sparks shooting through her already overloaded senses. She hadn't meant to lean so close, but her lips hovered by his ear as she whispered her plan, the warmth of her breath ghosting over his skin. His sharp inhale was followed by a soft, shuddering exhale that brushed her neck.

Then it happened. The shift of fabric, the accidental contact—it was like a lightning strike. She froze for half a second, her eyes darting down and then snapping back up to his face. Her cheeks burned as her body betrayed her, heat coiling low in her belly. She should have pulled away, but instead, she found herself rooted to the spot, unable to resist the way his strong hands slid back down to her waist, grounding her. He was trying to stay composed, but she could feel his pulse pounding against her, his words low and strained as he fought to rein himself in. Her lips twitched into a small, knowing smile at his whispered apology, though her heart was hammering in her chest. Attractive, he'd said. That was putting it lightly given the way his body responded to her. She leaned just slightly closer, her voice low and smooth.

"Don't apologize," she murmured, her green eyes holding his. "I'm not mad. Just… focused." Her voice dipped as she added, "But you're not making it easy."

The time ticked down, her mind snapping back to the countdown. They didn't have much time left, and she forced herself to focus. She gave a small nod to his whispered plan. "We'll manage. Megan's soft, but I think I can get through to her." Her lips quirked in a soft smirk. "I'll leave you to deal with 'angry guy.' If you can keep him in check, I'll keep her calm."

Her lips grazed his ear, her breath warm as she added, "The moment time's up, we move. Shower. Drink. Fill what we can. Even if it's just scraps, it'll keep us alive."

As the countdown reached the final seconds, she braced her hands on his shoulders to lift herself up. Her movements were careful but unhurried, not wanting to make things worse for either of them. She felt his hands linger on her waist, his touch warm and steady. When she finally slid off him, her gaze flicked back to his face. That smile—soft, genuine, and heartbreakingly warm—stopped her in her tracks. For a moment, her resolve wavered, and she realized just how dangerous he could be—not because of the situation, but because he could unravel her in ways she hadn't expected. She swallowed hard, her lips pressing into a thin line before a ghost of a smile tugged at her mouth.

"Let's make it count," she said softly, her voice steady despite the chaos in her chest. Then, without waiting for a response, she turned toward Megan, leaving the warmth of him behind.

 

[Jaythous]

Her wide eyes rooted into his as she froze at the feeling of his hardening dick-head pressing up against only her panties in the way made him open his mouth slightly and breath with a barely controlled intense feeling at the same level as her own. The volume of emotional information between them in that instant could fill books, but both were completely trapped and unable to speak. The hot intense look of fighting her own pleasure and begging him to stop his was so hot, sexy, and arousing that it made both of their jobs that much more difficult. FUCK she was sexy! He thought. Those eyes, that look, the feel of her on him, it was all too much! If he could he would grab her right then and kiss her, to hell with anyone else!

No… he had to pull back or this dangerous situation might get worse for both of them. Instead he laid out his small plan in the hopes of gaining some control. He gave a deep relieved breath when she told him she wasn't mad. When she accused him of not making it easy to stay calm he gave a little bashful smirk. She was right, and he couldn't help, but feel like a kid who had gotten his hand caught in the cookie jar, but the fact she didn't hate it made him feel much better about it.

He also felt better as she whispered her plans to him as a way to change the subject. He nodded softly to her side of the plan, agreeing with her ideas as well. Then time was up and the moment came. He shot her that disarming smile as she rose and he was very pleased to see her smile back, even as little as it was. He had enjoyed her company very much, but she was holding back from him as well. When she said "Let's make it count" and got off of him he nodded, quickly reached down and adjusted his open boxers, forcing his hardening tip against the tightness of the boxer's band, and then he stood up.

The trick of using the upper band of the boxer to hide an erection really only works if you have a shirt hanging down to cover it which Peter did not. His mostly erect manhood was pretty obvious even though it didn't peak out of the band or whole in the boxers and he walked confidently as if it wasn't there.

Peter wasted no time in rushing to the bathroom. He searched for a towels or plastics. He was able to find a towel and toothpaste. It wasn't the best, but it would likely do the job. He squeezed a large gob of toothpaste into a pile on the center of the towel about the size of the sink drain. He then wrapped the towel around it as if putting poo in a plastic bag, and then he shoved the balled up part of the towel into the sink whole. Then he splayed the rest of the towel out in the sink to create a bowl and turned on the water. Next he peaked out of the bathroom. When he saw angry man, who he hadn't been introduced to yet he said, "Hey, do you think we can find a cooking pan, or pot, or something with a flat bottom. I think we can make something to save the water from the shower with it, what do you think?" He also wanted to get angry man's mind onto more useful things than being angry at the voice.

 

[Revna]

The tension in the room was thick, but Celeste pushed it aside as she approached Megan. The younger woman had been quietly gathering herself, her nerves raw but her hands now clutching a small stack of containers they'd managed to scrounge up earlier—a metal bowl, a plastic bin, and a sturdy mug. It wasn't much, but it was something. Celeste crouched beside her, keeping her voice calm but purposeful. "We're making progress," she said, gesturing to the containers. "This'll help. We just need to put it to good use."

Megan glanced up, her fingers twisting the hem of her shirt. "Do you really think it'll work?" Her voice wavered, unsure but still clinging to hope.

"It's better than doing nothing," Celeste replied firmly. "We've got to try, and right now, it's all about staying ahead of whatever this... situation throws at us."

Megan nodded slowly, her grip on the mug tightening. Celeste offered a faint smile, a small gesture of reassurance. She glanced toward the bathroom, hearing the faint sound of running water. Peter was in there, and she knew time was short. "We need to set this up fast," Celeste said, rising to her feet. "Can you bring those over to the bathroom? Let's make sure we're ready before anything changes."

Megan hesitated but eventually got to her feet, following Celeste toward the bathroom. Celeste glanced briefly at the containers in Megan's hands, mentally sorting how they could use each one. The metal bowl for drinking water. The bin for runoff. They'd figure it out as they went. She kept her steps steady, her thoughts locked on the task. There wasn't room for distractions—not from Peter, not from anything else. Survival demanded focus, and right now, that's exactly what they needed to keep though the fire swirling in her blood and in her belly was extremely hard to ignore.

 

[Jaythous]

Peter was fast at work setting up make-shift water containers with scraps he found that would have made MacGyver proud. In only a minute he had the sink filling up with water for drinking collection and once Damian had helped him set up the collection for the shower he said, "That looks great. I think this will work. Thank you sir… What's your name? I'm Peter." As he held his hand out to angryman. "Damian" said the angryman.

Just then Megan and Celeste came in with the containers, metal bowl, and bin. Peter's eyes lit up, "Oh fantastic!!! Thank you Megan… Celeste!" he Greeted them. Peter got right to work setting up a channel for overflow from the sink to fall into the plastic bin to collect more water. "Hey, so who gets the first shower!? I could use it, but Damian seems to be the hottest under the collar right now. Do you want to go first man?" he shot a chuckling smile to see how Damian would react. Just keep it short, we need to all try to take a shower before the water is shut off.

 

[Revna]

Celeste set the bin down near the sink, watching Peter's efficient setup with an unreadable expression. "You've got this handled," she remarked, stepping back to give him space. Her eyes shifted to Damian, who was still visibly agitated, though the activity seemed to calm him somewhat. "You're up first. Don't waste time—water's not going to last forever."

Damian grunted in acknowledgment, grabbing a towel before heading into the bathroom. The sound of the shower starting filled the space, and Celeste turned her attention back to Megan. "Let's get these containers sorted while we wait."

Megan nodded, her voice soft but steadier now. "We'll keep an eye on everything. Make sure it's ready for when it's our turn."

As Peter worked to fill the containers and set up the overflow system, Celeste glanced his way briefly. "Good work so far," she said simply, her tone neither warm nor cold, before turning back to Megan to quietly sort their supplies.

When Damian emerged from the bathroom, water still dripping from his short hair, he grabbed his discarded clothes and pulled them on with little ceremony. "It's all yours," he muttered, brushing past the women without another word.

Celeste straightened and turned to Megan, motioning with her head toward the open bathroom door. "Let's go. No point wasting time." She led the way, not caring about the lack of privacy. It wasn't like modesty mattered now—everyone was already stripped down to the bare minimum, with nothing but underwear and bras between them and the situation they were trapped in.

In the bathroom, Celeste quickly stripped off her bra, setting it aside to keep it dry, and stepped under the lukewarm spray. Megan hesitated for only a moment before following suit, though she kept her undergarments on, shifting nervously as Celeste remained utterly unbothered by the closeness.

"We've got a few more minutes before this shuts off," Celeste said, rinsing her hair efficiently. "Focus on the essentials."

By the time they were done, the water pressure had already begun to weaken, but they managed to finish and dry off quickly. Back in the main area, they dressed again in their previous clothes, damp but better than nothing. Leaving just under 10 minutes left for Peter himself. Celeste already started to feel better as both girls took turns drinking water from the shower head while shower, plus being clean truly helped.

 

[Jaythous]

Pet continued setting up the water collection system as everyone showered. Just as he was rearranging the bin for overflow for the third time he heard Celeste tell him it looked good from over his shoulder. He turned and with a handsome, relieved smile, "Thank you. I think it will do the job." Once the girls went into the bathroom to shower he found Damian again.

"Hey Damian. Mind if I ask what your strategy for getting out of here is?" Damian responded with, "Hell with strategy, why, you have an idea?" Peter shook his head, "No, but yelling at everyone isn't going to solve it and the voice might make it harder on us." Damian's eyebrows furrowed as he accused Peter of, "You want to play this sicko's game? Where's your fight!?" To which Peter responded, "Oh I'll be fighting, but making things worse is not what I think of as effective fighting." Damian laughed, "Oh I saw what your fighting looks like with a bonner." Peter shot him a look as if ready to fight, but then let his face soften and then he laughed too, "well wouldn't you if Celeste was moving on your lap like that too?" Damian laughed with Peter this time instead of at him, "I give you that man. Yeah… probably… she's a looker" Pater seconded that with a "You're not kidding."

Peter tried to keep Damian talking and setting up connections, but Damian was a hard nut to crack. Damian seemed to want to fight! Fight something, everything. Before Peter could make real progress he heard the girls coming out of the shower. Peter said, "Let's talk more after my shower, I gotta go!" and rushed to the bathroom. He had just gotten to the door when it opened and the girls came out. They were both wet, yet drying off. Peter wasn't expecting Celeste to come out in only her wet panties. WOW! His stunned eyes got a full glimpse of her lovely body shiny and wet with her lovely breasts shining in the bathroom light. His eyes dilated in appreciation, but he forced himself not to make a big deal about it as he blinked and modestly looked away. His eyes quickly shot back towards Celeste's face and eyes as she passed him. He gave her a quick, bashful smile that told her all she needed to know.

He didn't waste any time himself. He shut the door and took off his boxers. He jumped into the shower and let the water take away the days dirt. He tried to take as fast of a shower as possible, but it turned off just as he was finishing. After it turned off he got out of the shower only to find no towels left. "Shit!" he said to himself as his eyes went to the towel he had used to stop up the sink. He started rummaging through the closet and draws, but found nothing that could dry him off. He could probably borrow one of the other towels, but who should he ask. He took a deep breath and walked to the door, opening it only enough to poke his head out, "Ah… Celeste…. Can I borrow your towel, I used mine for the sink?"

 

[Revna]

Celeste had been drying her hair as she and Megan finished pulling on their damp clothes. Her underwear clung to her skin, still a little wet from the shower, but she didn't seem to care. Her movements were slow, deliberate, as if she was savoring the clean feeling while it lasted. For now, her breasts were free as she didn't want all of her clothes damp. Megan, on the other hand, had been wringing out her hair, glancing at the bathroom door every so often.

When the sound of Peter's voice filtered through, Celeste raised an eyebrow and tilted her head. She walked over to grab her towel, her smirk growing as she heard his request. Megan snorted, rolling her eyes. "What, he didn't think to save himself a towel? Classic."

Ignoring Megan's comment, Celeste strolled toward the bathroom door, her towel slung loosely over one shoulder. She stopped just outside, her voice warm but teasing. "Really, Peter? For someone who put that water system together, I'd think you'd plan ahead a little better."

Reaching out, she rapped her knuckles lightly on the door. "You're lucky I'm feeling generous." She slid her arm inside, holding the towel in a way that made her fingers brush the doorframe deliberately. "Here."

When she felt the towel leave her hand, she stepped back, her smirk lingering as she turned toward Megan. "Some people just don't know how to think ahead, huh?"

Megan laughed, shaking her head. "At least we're all getting clean. He's lucky we're nice."

Celeste just giggled with Megan, enjoying this moment of simply joy before glancing over toward Damian, who seemed distracted in his own thoughts.

---

Meanwhile, Damian had been pacing by the sink, his arms crossed tightly over his chest as he watched the water system Peter had rigged. He didn't say much at first, listening to the younger man as he tried to make conversation. When Peter mentioned strategy, Damian's gaze hardened slightly, his lips pressing into a thin line. "Strategy?" he muttered, shaking his head. "This isn't a damn board game. We're locked in here like rats in a cage."

Peter's calm response only seemed to fuel Damian's frustration, his brow furrowing deeper as he clenched his fists. "You think this 'voice' is going to just let us play nice and waltz out of here? I don't trust it, and I'm not going to sit here like some passive idiot waiting to see what happens."

The tension hung thick between them for a moment before Damian let out a sharp laugh, breaking the silence. "And don't think I didn't notice your little situation earlier with Celeste. Fighting, huh? Yeah, looked more like struggling to me." Damian said, rubbing the back of his neck. "She's got that effect, I'll give you that."

The girls laughter faded quickly, and Damian's serious demeanor returned as Peter tried to keep him talking. While Damian appreciated the effort, he wasn't in the mood to let his guard down. "Look," he finally said, glancing toward the bathroom as the sound of the water shut off. "Talk all you want, but I'm not here to make friends. You want to play peacemaker? Fine. Just don't get in my way when things go south."

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"Don't take too long," Celeste joked lightly, her voice laced with amusement as she headed back toward the others.

By the time Peter emerged from the bathroom, towel-dried and dressed again, Megan and Celeste had already begun filling the containers with the collected water. Celeste glanced over at him; "About time," she said with a faint grin. "Thought we'd have to come rescue you."

For now, they had a small win—a little more water, a little less tension. But the weight of their situation lingered in the back of everyone's minds, waiting for the next challenge to come.

 

[Jaythous]

Peter was relieved Celeste would offer him her towel. Just another reason to fall for her. As she got close he opened the door a bit more for her. His eyes smiled into her pretty face, making sure to keep his eyes on her eyes. When she got close her hand moved to bring the towel up and his eyes lowered towards it. His eyes met her glorious full breasts naked and shinning with some wetness. His dark gray hazel eyes lingered a half a second, unable to look away from the pleasure of watching her lovely body as she moved closer. It wasn't like he hadn't seen breasts before, just… not on such an extraordinary woman. Her breasts were the kind you begged to fondle and kiss while licking and sucking on her nipples. Peter didn't let his eyes linger too long as he looked to Celeste's hand within half a second, but it had been long enough for Celeste to notice her effect on him.

After she said "You're lucky I'm feeling generous." He nodded with a smile, "Oh…haha, thank you Celeste… you're a life saver!" He smiled his genuine heart-stopping smile once more with his attractive eyes hinting at the desire she instilled in him. He took her towel thankfully. When she handed him the towel around the door he stepped back slightly to give her room and thankfully took the towel. He really didn't mind if Celeste looked at him naked, he felt disappointed that she didn't want to pull the door open more, but he didn't make an issue of it. WOW she was gorgeous! He watched her a bit mesmerized as she smirked and walked away towards Megan. His eyes sliding down to her lovely ass in the thin wet, clingy, panties. He didn't even care if Megan was watching him watch Celeste, or that they were making fun of him for forgetting a towel. Again, he made sure to blink and close the door after a second of watching Celeste so not to ogle her too much.

As he closed the door he heard Celeste say "He's lucky we're nice." To which he said from behind the closed door, "Yup!" while drying off. Then he put on his boxers and walked back out with the towel over his right shoulder. "Ahhhh… I do feel better." That's when Celeste commented jokingly "About time," with a faint grin. "Thought we'd have to come rescue you." Peter flashed his genuine knee bending smile and laughed easily, "haha, that sounds like fun actually, want me to go back in there so you can come rescue me?" he said as he reached up with the towel on his hand, rubbing the back of his damp head from a bent flexing arm. It did Peter good, and put his fear of the situation at ease to see Celeste smiling back at him.

It wasn't long before he went back to trying to get Damian talking. Soon he was shut down when Damian said "Look, talk all you want, but I'm not here to make friends. You want to play peacemaker? Fine. Just don't get in my way when things go south." Peter's gentle smile changed to a serious look centered right on Damion's eyes, as if Damian just flicked a switch in Peter. Peter said low and strong so the girls couldn't hear, "You got me wrong Damian, When the shit hits the fan I'll be an asset, but we don't need that yet and there might be other ways available." With that Peter turned and walked away back to Celeste and Megan, letting his easy smile populate his face again. If Celeste was a good smile reader, she would be able to see that his current smile was not the genuine, easy, stunning smile of his true self, but the easy, protective smile she had first seen him wearing. It was a pleasant, attractive smile none the less, but not the same.

It was nice to be clean and relaxed with such good company, but the relaxation wouldn't last long.

 

[Revna]

Celeste had felt Peter's eyes linger, even if only for a heartbeat. The shift in his gaze had been subtle—so brief that most wouldn't have caught it—but Celeste wasn't most people. She didn't let her smirk falter, her eyes gleaming with something between amusement and intrigue.

As he thanked her, her lips curved just a touch more, her tone low enough that it felt like it was meant just for him. "Life saver, huh? Guess you owe me one." She let her gaze hold his for a beat longer than necessary, her smirk softening into something more unreadable before she turned and walked away.

She felt the heat of his gaze on her back as she rejoined Megan, who was clearly biting back a grin. "What?" Celeste asked.

"Nothing," Megan said innocently, though her knowing look gave her away.

Celeste rolled her eyes. "Yeah, sure."

When Peter emerged from the bathroom, Celeste glanced his way, casually tossing her wet towel over her shoulder. His hair was damp, his easy smile already in place as he approached. She caught his quip about going back into the bathroom for a rescue and raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching in amusement.

"Tempting," she said, her voice dripping with mock consideration. "But I don't think you could handle a rescue party."

She turned her attention back to the water collection, but her peripheral caught the way Peter rubbed his head with the towel, the subtle flex of his arm not lost on her. She didn't comment, though; it wasn't in her nature to hand out compliments freely. Instead, she focused on the task at hand, only sparing him a sidelong glance when his conversation with Damian grew more tense.

The sharp shift in Peter's tone caught her attention. She didn't catch the exact words exchanged between the two men, but the low, steady strength in Peter's voice as he responded to Damian made her pause. When Peter returned to her and Megan, his smile was back in place, but Celeste noticed the difference.

The protective ease in his expression now wasn't the same as the genuine, heart-stopping smile he'd given her earlier. It was practiced, almost calculated—a mask he wore as easily as his damp shirt. Celeste didn't say anything, but her gaze lingered on him for a moment longer than usual. She wasn't one to press, but she made a mental note of it, filing the observation away for later. The sudden crackle of the intercom made Celeste freeze mid-motion, her hand resting on one of the filled containers. The voice, cold and amused as always, echoed through the room.

"Well, my little mice, I hope you enjoyed your showers. Now that you're clean and refreshed, it's time for your next game."

Celeste's jaw tightened, her eyes flicking toward Megan and then to the others, catching the way Peter's shoulders tensed and Damian's jaw ticked.

"As you've likely noticed," the voice continued, "there's no food here, but I am generous. I'll provide you with a meal—if you play. The rules are simple: you either participate, or you don't eat. Should you choose to sit this one out and your fellow mice decide to share their food with you, I'll make sure everyone suffers. No food, no water, for twenty-four hours."

Celeste clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she glared at the nearest camera. She hated this sick game, hated the control it gave him, but she wasn't about to be the reason they all suffered. The voice, seemingly pleased by the tension it had created, chuckled softly. "Now, for tonight's entertainment. Damian, you'll start. Your task is simple: you're going to give Celeste a massage. You'll find oil in the drawer beside the bed."

Celeste's head whipped toward Damian, her expression hard to read. She couldn't decide if she was more annoyed by the command or by the fact that the voice had singled her out again. Damian didn't move. His nostrils flared as he crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at the camera. "I'm not doing anything," he growled.

The voice chuckled, deeper this time, as if it had expected his defiance. "Very well. If you want to be our first example, Damian, so be it. No food for you for the next twenty-four hours."

The tension in the room thickened, and Celeste's gaze flicked to Peter, who had been watching the exchange closely. "Peter," the voice continued, its tone mockingly cheerful, "since Damian is unwilling, you'll take his place. And before anyone else gets any bright ideas, remember: refusal to participate has consequences."

Celeste turned her head slightly, just enough to catch Peter's expression out of the corner of her eye. Her lips pressed into a thin line, but she didn't protest. She knew better than to give the voice any more satisfaction than it already had. Damian's fists clenched, his temper simmering dangerously close to the surface. "You're just going to let him tell you what to do?" he snapped, his words directed at Peter. "You're going to play along with this shit?"

Celeste let out a quiet, humorless laugh, drawing Damian's fiery glare toward her. "What do you want him to do, Damian? Starve? Because that's where this is going if you keep digging your heels in."

Damian opened his mouth to retort, but Celeste cut him off, her voice cold and clipped. "If you're so concerned about playing this game, maybe you should've done it yourself."

The room fell silent, the tension so thick it felt like it could snap at any moment. Celeste turned her attention back to the filled containers, her expression carefully neutral, but the set of her shoulders betrayed her frustration. The voice didn't speak again, satisfied with the discord it had sown, leaving them to sort out the fallout on their own.

 

[Jaythous]

The way she flashed the ghost of a smile with the hint of desire kept putting Peter off guard. Every part of him wanted to make her smile at him to see her lovely bliss, but only giving him hints of her true feelings was starting to drive him to focus on getting her to smile at him more. When she teased him by commenting "Life saver, huh? Guess you owe me one." He grunted a smirking chuckle, almost coughing, but nodded in agreement. Owing such a beautiful woman something for her to call the favor in later was a source of desire and pride if Peter was being honest.

When he commented about going back in the shower so she could rescue him he was pleasantly surprised by her easy comment of "Tempting" to which his eyes went a bit wide and he suddenly wanted nothing more than to need rescuing by her in the bathroom. After she continued, "But I don't think you could handle a rescue party." He was about to continue the teasing dialog when he was interrupted by the others. He felt cheated of the desired sexual escalation of their teasing conversation being cut short, but it would have to wait for another time.

After his heated exchange with Damian the Voice came over the loud speaker. Pater took a sudden breath and looked up to a speaker instinctively. He froze in place for a moment as he listened carefully, but after the first line or two he looked back to the other three in the room to gage their reaction to the voice. He didn't like this, it was a bad situation, but what could he or any of them do right now? Nothing! Pater's eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched when the voiced told them he would withhold food for none compliance. He wanted nothing more than to scream at the voice, find the sick person behind it and beat the shit out of him, but Peter had to keep himself under control, or the Voice would win easily.

When the Voice told them the game and choose Celeste and Damian, Peter's eyes shot over to Celeste. What would her reaction be to being put in that situation? Celeste's expression was hard to read as she stared at Damian. Peter's narrow eyes didn't pick up on her true emotions before his focus switched to Damian when he refused. Peter was a bit shocked that he followed through with his threats, but it was his choice. Peter didn't like Damian forcing the others to have to choose, but he wasn't about to argue with him on something so personal.

When Celeste's eyes turned to Peter, Peter's dark gray steely gaze moved back to her. Their eyes locked as the Voice said, "Peter, since Damian is unwilling, you'll take his place. And before anyone else gets any bright ideas, remember: refusal to participate has consequences." Peter's expression was guarded, calm, and stable for anyone not versed in extremely subtle facial movements, but for both Peter and Celeste his handsome jaw muscles rippled slightly with a clench, his eye softly opened slightly from their narrow hard gaze, and then trailed over her body as if to consider the task. In almost any other situation this would be a fantasy come true, but Peter knew he'd be a terrible man if he found pleasure in this situation, no matter what the Voice was making them do!

Peter wasn't the type to be quick to commit without thinking over the pros and cons of the situation, and Damian took that hesitation to mean inaction and started to accuse Peter of "you're going to let him tell you what to do?" peter shot a dark narrow eyes stare back at Damian, but before he could reply, Celeste yelled back "What do you want him to do, Damian? Starve? Because that's where this is going if you keep digging your heels in." Peter appreciated Celeste's reasoning as he felt the same way, but blowing up at each other wasn't helping.

Peter cut through the tense silence in the room as he addressed Damian, "You've made your choice. We will not risk the whole group to feed you, but if we get some food, we'll save you some when the 24 hours passes. Your resolve and pride are impressive, but they can also be your unnecessary death! Do you have righteous conviction, or are you being stupid? That's the question you need to ask yourself before you make wild accusations of others." He fell silent, expecting angry retorts from Damian, but not responding or letting any of it bother him. Peter had gotten his point across.

He then turned to Celeste. His hard gaze softened and took a breath. He walked over to her, keeping a respectful distance so as to keep her at ease. "I'll say yes, but the Voice didn't say what kind of massage." He let that thought hang for a moment before he let his handsome face smirk and smile to break the tension. "I promise to keep it light and professional. I'm actually a good masseuse. I've had some practice." He smiled into her eyes, letting his body loosen tension and stay at ease. "Tell me, what do you want?"

 

[Revna]

Celeste wanted to feel pity for Damian, maybe even admiration for his defiance, but all she felt was irritation. What was he thinking? His stubbornness wasn't some grand act of rebellion—it was selfish. Her attention shifted to Peter as he spoke. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, she saw his frustration, the tension rippling through his jaw before he hid it behind a mask of composure. Celeste's heart pounded, the uncertainty pressing down on her.

As Peter's voice cut through the silence, calm and commanding, she watched him diffuse the situation. It was impressive—annoying, but impressive. She hated that, even in the middle of this nightmare, she couldn't stop noticing things about him. The steadiness in his tone, the way his focus shifted to her with an ease that felt deliberate. When he walked toward her, her chest tightened, and she forced herself to stay still, her expression carefully neutral. There was no room for weakness. Not now.

"I'll say yes," he said, his voice softer than she expected. "But the Voice didn't say what kind of massage."

Her lips twitched at his attempt to lighten the mood, but the weight of the situation pressed down on her too heavily for humor to land. Still, his faint smirk, the effort to put her at ease, wasn't lost on her. Then, the Voice interrupted, its tone carrying a smug satisfaction that sent a chill down her spine. "Before we begin, you'll both need to be completely naked. A proper massage requires skin-to-skin contact, after all."

The room fell into silence again. Celeste's face remained impassive, but her pulse roared in her ears. Of course, the Voice wasn't done. It would keep pushing, keep finding new ways to strip away their humanity—literally and figuratively. Her throat felt dry as she turned and went for the oil, her movements mechanical. Coming back and revealing a small bottle of oil, her heart raced as she turned back toward the others.

She didn't look at Peter as she set the bottle down on the nearest flat surface. Instead, she focused on removing her underwear, her movements deliberate and methodical. Though she was beginning to like Peter, she felt almost guilty for being happy that it would be Peter rubbing her down with oil and not Damian. Once completely bare, she took a steadying breath. The flat surface of the nearest table caught her eye, and she moved toward it, her steps slow but purposeful. She couldn't let herself think too much. Not about the situation, not about Peter, not about the fact that she was about to lay herself bare—literally—in front of all of them. Not that she had a ton of clothes on to begin with. She climbed onto the table, the cool surface pressing against her skin as she stretched out, her body tense with anticipation.