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Unbreakable Ties (Ookami & Sumi)

(That's definitely them! XD)

Chloe inadvertently flinched a little when he stepped closer. Maybe she was exaggerating, but she couldn't help but be a little more aware of the strangers after that incident. Then again, she would have probably acted even worse if she would've lost her virginity for real that time. The mere thought of those dirty hands coldly yet lustfully touching her everywhere gave her the goosebumps, this time in a bad way. She couldn't even hear his comments anymore over those ugly memories replaying once again in her mind for some reason. Shaking her head along with those thoughts, she returned her attention to Chris who seemed to find something funny in anything.

She owing him? She looked over at the sleeping Trent. Nope. His fault for not listening to her, he was going to repay him. Especially because this was a guy they were talking about. She had a feeling he would probably ask for something awkward. Once he shifted Trent, she placed a pillow under his head and covered him with the blankets properly. Then, the blonde said just something she expected. Still, she glanced at him with a raised eyebrow. He would be stupid to actually dare to invite her to lunch. Maybe Trent was unconscious but if he somehow found out about it after he'd be sober again, he would probably beat their neighbor. She wasn't really sure it would be like that, but Trent did show some signs of clear jealousy. Not that she blamed him that much. She would probably get jealous too if one of his female coworkers got closer to him.

Well, at least he knew that Trent would not let him off this easily. Though, the fact that he noriced how cautious she was of him, and his somewhat of a remark, made her embarrassed. Was she that obvious? She didn't mean to be rude, but she simply acted on instinct. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. It's just that I went through a rather terrible experience a day ago and I need some time until I can get back to normal so to speak." she explained, unable to make any eye contact. The more he pointed out her lies and mistakes, the more embarrassed she was. She hated herself for being a bad liar. Though, her appearance surely didn't help either. "... I'm 17. No more, no less. Can't help it that I still look like a fifteen years old." she mumbled.

Chloe did have a feeling that Trent lost his virginity long before their reunion, given that she heard rumors about guys starting to have sex earlier than the girls. However, she never thought that he would do that so much earlier. Not that she would completely trust Chris. Besides, she doubted they were so close, him and Trent.
 
(I'm not breaking any 'hidden' rules..... honest xD)

Being a whole lot more observant than Trent, Chris watched with a bemused face as Chloe seem to lose herself in thought, soon after admitting that she’d gone through a rather unpleasant experience, her expression had indicated that something was indeed troubling her, but from what little he knew of Chloe and Trent, it had sounded like both of them had been having the time of their lives yesterday. “I won’t ask, but if you ever feel like talking about it you know where to find me” he laughed, jerking his head towards the left wall to indicate his room. “I’m sure Trent won’t mind you having a little chat, he can’t be that possessive” he laughed sounding pretty sure of himself. “I mean he didn’t complain much when I slept with his last ex, Charmane? Harlot? Something like that, wasn’t a very good lay so I can understand why he broke up with her.” He joked looking down at Trent who was still very much unconscious, his expression had softened somewhat, and he did look a bit better, but then again it could have just been both of them conjuring up images in hopes of seeing some improvement.

He stared at her for a few moment upon hearing her admit that she was under age. Not really a bother seeing as how Chris didn’t know anyone who’d waited that long. He would have told her just how young he was when he had his first experience, but he decided against it, afraid of infringing on some hidden rule. “No problem, if you don’t want to answer something just tell me, I’d much rather you tell me to shut up than have you lying to me” he mused, losing interest in Trent, and deciding to go exploring, he took a quick peek in the shower area before walking around the perimeter of the room, picking up a few stray objects before putting them back where he’d found them. Eventually reaching the small refrigerator in the corner of the room, poking his head in and pulling out a fancily decorated take-away cake box opening it to find a nearly whole cake. “Birthday?” he asked tipping it slightly to show Chloe the contents before putting it back away.

The guys seriously must have had ADHD or something as he suddenly stopped in his tracks, seemingly remembering something. Rubbing his exposed shoulders as if to emphasize the cold. “Now that I think about it, I did mention letting you borrow something you’d want didn’t I?” he asked, referring to his earlier promise in exchange for being told her age. “Hold on, just need to go get it, won’t be long” he stated cheerfully, nearly skipping out of the room as he cheerily hummed some nonsensical tune. Chloe was right in thinking that the two weren’t very close, but they did have a bit of a past together, and the boy couldn’t be happier to finally be able to return the favor. Being around a pretty girl like Chloe only making things all the more enjoyable. The silence was suddenly interrupted by the sound of someone dragging something next door, an unpleasant screeching sound as metal was grated against the concrete floor. Whatever Chris was bringing over, it wasn’t something palm sized.
 
((Of course not. XD))

It was clear that this guy didn't believe even a thing about what she just said. Then again, after the loud passionate moans from the previous night, nobody would believe that something bad happened the other day. Thus, she just left it at that. Besides, she didn't feel like sharing such experiences with a stranger. She would not be able to talk about it even with Trent. She'd rather just bury the memory somewhere in the farthest corner of her mind and just forget it. At his next comment, she barely refrained from giving a laugh. This just showed he didn't know that much about Trent, given how easily he got angry just from a mere suggestion. If she were to actually pay Chris a visit, the red head would probably hate her forever. Needless to say she didn't want the same thing to repeat. It was painful enough to see Trent being so ignorant to her genuine apologizes once. She was kind of afraid of this aspect in fact, and this is why she decided she would refrain from bringing up reasons for Trent to be jealous. "Charlotte, actually." she corrected him, somewhat amused at his way of mixing names, though, on the other hand, she wasn't that amused at what he really said. Trent really went as far as to be ignorant with his ex-girlfriends? No, rather, what if she wasn't that good in bed? While even she herself found these thoughts embarrassing and stupid, she somewhat wondered if she'd have the same ending. She shook her head. This wasn't possible. He loved her. And if he loved her, he would not break up with her... Chloe practically rubbed her forehead at her own stupidity. There she was telling herself to forget about having an intimate relationship with her sibling, and now she was taking him as her boyfriend, as if she wasn't his little sister.

Giving up on the stressful thoughts, she returned her attention to him as he spoke again. If she had to be honest, she would really tell him to shut up already else she feared she would go nuts because of her own thoughts. When she noticed he was moving around the little space, she barely refrained from giving a sigh of annoyance. Bad idea. She should have handled this by herself. At least, Trent seemed to look a little better, given his relaxed expression. The fever, however, was the same when she checked his temperature again. She had to make him take some pills, but how would she do that if he was unconscious? Well, she could... but she would feel awkward to try and give it to him mouth to mouth in front of the neighbor. The neighbor who seemed to be unable to stay put. When he checked the fridge and she saw the cake box in his hands, she almost wanted to give him a good beating. If he dared to touch her cake he would get a serious slap from her. She wanted to enjoy it with Trent and no way she was going to share it with this talkative blond guy.

She raised an eyebrow when he suddenly remembered he had something he wanted to borrow her. She just hoped he would shut up already and stay put, without exploring every inch of the so called cave. Once he was out of the room, she shook her head and gave a desperate sigh. "I should have listened to you." she mumbled back to the unconscious Trent, before she heard a strange noise, hurting her ears. "This guy is getting on my nerves. I swear." she muttered under her breath, hurrying to the door to see what in the world was he doing. With this screeching noise, even Trent would wake up at this rate.
 
Returning to his room Chris wasted little time getting to work, making his way to one side of his room he tried to pick up the steel box shaped object he’d purchased from a friend second hand. He couldn’t fathom for the life of him how Trent had survived all these years without one, after all, the guy seemed much better off financially then Chris had ever been, though he supposed there was the off chance that it was just in for repairs or something. Growling angrily at the steel box, he gave it a light kick, before deciding he’d have to drag it across the floor, the steel making a loud screeching sound as if to protest being moved. He’d have gotten something more portable if he could have, but frankly he’d never thought he’d be moving it, and the bigger the better was Chris’s motto. And despite having used it for many many years, it still worked just fine, a perfect record thus far as it had never broken down once since he’d taken it to be checked immediately after purchase.

He’d only just made it to his door, one leg sticking out the side of the door when he noticed Chloe coming out her room looking quite upset. Chris however didn’t pay it much heed, sure the sound was annoying but it wasn’t unbearable… for him at least anyway and he was the closest to it. Not knowing anything about Trent’s actual condition besides the fact that he had a fever and was sleeping, he didn’t see any real problem, and if Trent woke up because of the noise, all the better since that was what he wanted, and he assumed Chloe wanted to. Regardless, if he could get a hand, he might as well use it, and despite her small size and lack of actual muscles, Chris figured she’d be useful enough to at lift one side of the thing he was trying to carry…. Or rather drag out of his room.

“Mind giving me a hand? Stupid thing’s awfully heavy despite how it looks” he remarked waving Chloe over towards him. The steel box he was carrying being nothing other than a large electrical heater, even from where Chloe was standing now she could feel the warmth spilling out of Chris’s room, a stark contrast to the chilly air outside that it was mingling with. “Aww come on, don’t give me that face, I’m only trying to help” he smiled referring to the rather upset she’d given him earlier. “Or would you prefer to let Trent freeze to death in his personal cave? I’d rather not have a mausoleum beside my cave hole you know? Not like he’s going to come back from the dead and scamper off to live with his father happily ever after” he joked, “Did consider moving Trent to my room, but I’d rather not have a guy in my bed, that place is reserved for me, and beautiful young ladies such as yourself. I would invite you if you’re interested, but I’m guessing you’re quite happy swallowing Trents cock for the moment?”
 
((I think I'm getting a sixth sense, knowing when you've just posted. XD))

Chloe finally noticed what he was trying to carry. Well, now she wondered why Trent never thought of this for his room. Or was he too lazy to bother with buying one of those electrical heaters? She wasn't sure, but either way, she surprised how nice the blond was. Mostly nice as in very generous. Because aside from that she would certainly go nuts spending a day with this person. And this is why she hoped he would probably go back home pretty soon, without bothering her all day long. Besides, she still had to look after Trent, and with this guy on her head, she would probably mess up everything. She wouldn't be surprised if Trent himself would wake up due to his mouth which never seemed to take a break longer than five minutes.

If Chris's room was so warm, well, Chloe would be more than happy to actually have a heater in their room too. She didn't mind helping him to take it from his room to her and Trent's, but the brunette couldn't see how much help would she be. Nevertheless, she somewhat tried to erase that frown of annoyance thinking of how warm would the room be at night now, and then grabbed the other side of the box trying to help him as much as she could. And then, he started speaking nonsense again. Or rather insults. Seriously, just every little thing coming out of his mouth was enough to annoy the ever so patient and calm Chloe. She didn't even bother herself being embarrassed at his last comment. Instead, she only let go of the steel box, crossed her arms against her chest and glared at him. Clearly, she had to let out everything. With a sarcastic smile on her face, she started. "You know, Chris, you're really such a kind and caring person. And you know what else? I'd actually thank you and you'd probably be quite charming... if only you weren't an insensible pig. While I don't really care whether you flirt with me or not, I'm actually considering doing the beating in Trent's place if you don't shut up already. And for your knowledge, I'm not some kind of wench or just 'another girlfriend' of Trent's who he will dispose of when he's bored. So, if you don't know the situation, just keep quiet." she said in a quite serious tone, finding herself frowning once again. "If you understood, then let's continue." she added in the end, moving towards the electrical heater.
 
Chris stared at her with an amused look on his face as Chloe attempted to calm herself, he seemed to find particular interest in her lack of reaction when it came to the lewd comment regarding her and Trent. He didn’t even seem that insulted as Chloe finally snapped and started to tell him off. Her words only seemed to entertain him even more than he’d already been, though for the first time since meeting him he’d gone quiet. Smiling at her before gesturing that his lips were zipped. Though they weren’t frozen as his smile turned into a full blown grin upon hearing that Chloe thought of herself as something more than just ‘another girlfriend.’ The look in his eyes telling her she could believe what she wanted. Opting to keep his mouth shut regarding the matter, at least for now.

Carrying the heater to Trent’s room, it wasn’t all that heavy, just a bit clunky as it clearly wasn’t built with portability in mind. Chris wasted no time getting it setup, plugging it into the powersocket without waiting for Chloe’s permission, he quickly switched the thing to life, the steel box letting out an unhappy growl before coming to life. Gradually warming up until it started to let out a warm wave of air. It wasn’t instantaneous, but it’s mere presence was enough to fool one into thinking that the room had gotten warmer.

Having done what he came to do, one would have hoped that Chris would scamper off now and go bother someone else now, but he still hadn’t seen Trent be administered any of the medicine he’d brought over. He made his way over to Trent’s besides before turning to Chloe, mockingly made the same gesture as earlier, unzipping him mouth before reaching into the box of medicine, picking up a few bottles and opening them to check the contents before finally settling on a small bottle with the words ‘Paracetamol’ scrawled in messy handwriting.

Opening the bottle, he popped a pill in his own mouth, swallowing without hesitation before offering it to Chloe, “This stuff works pretty well, give him one now, and one before he goes to sleep tonight, if you’re going to hang around him you should probably take one too, don’t want to catch whatever he’s got right?” he asked. “Otherwise I’ll have to look after both of you, and I’m sure you don’t want that.”
 
Chloe barely refrained from snapping at him a second time, even at the mere grin on his face. She could obviously see he wasn't taking her very seriously. Expecting some kind of an apologizing expression, a look of guilt, or something similar, it was clear that she would only get angrier at his amused look. The only good thing was that he was finally silent, and that was probably the only one thing which stopped her from going farther with her rants. She sort of had a feeling that he was humored by her statement about whether or not she was more than simply one of Trent's girlfriends. Needless to say it bothered her, but thinking about it, she soon calmed down, reassuring herself that Trent had his own reasons for being so cruel to those women. Besides, just a night ago, he promised her that he would always love her, even in spite of their blood ties. That thought was enough to make the frown disappear from her face and be replaced with a satisfied expression.

Once Chris got busy with setting up the heater, Chloe returned to the red head's side, checking his temperature and see if he's sweating. To her dismay, the blond didn't seem to want to return to his own room. When he motioned that he was going to talk again by 'unzipping his mouth', Chloe got ready for another round of rude remarks. Surprisingly, he didn't say anything for a while as he looked for something in particular in the box he brought earlier. She was about to reach out for the small bottle on which she could read 'Paracetamol', until he opened the bottle.

She never understood how could people swallow those pills without a tiny bit of water. But leaving that fact aside, she returned her attention to Chris as he started speaking again. Finally taking the bottle from him, she nodded at his instructions and rolled her eyes at his last comment. There was no way she would get a cold. Having this guy to take care of her and Trent would end up a disaster. They would rather turn sicker than get well. "Alright. Thank you for the help." she ended the conversation, moving over to the sink to fill a glass with water. Taking a sip of water and a pill, she moved back to Trent's side, leaning in just to stop midway, blushing slightly. Swallowing the water and the pill, she then turned her head to Chris. "Chris? Don't you... by any chance... have something to do at home?" she questioned in a suggestive way. She was sure that she would probably choke with the pill if she tried to 'give' Trent the medicine while being watched by the blond. "Don't you have some girlfriend who's waiting for you or something?" she added, trying to somehow hint that she didn't feel comfortable doing this in front of someone else.
 
Chris silently handed the bottle over as Chloe thanked him, still wearing that annoyingly sly smile. It was almost as if he were mocking her by silently expressing that he knew something Chloe didn’t. He followed her wishes when it kept to keeping his mouth shut now. Simply nodding his head to acknowledge her expression of gratitude. Not a single utterance until she swallowed the small ‘Paracetamol’ tablet, or rather what she thought was a typical pill. It was amusing how stupid people could be after a little bit of kindness. Chris himself would never accepted medicine from a stranger, and he certain wouldn’t swallow a pill from a bottle that had already been opened. Especially if the only thing that marked its contents were a messy handwritten label that could be a complete lie.

Chris was a liar, a con artist who’d taken advantage of plenty of people throughout his life. He’d been kicked out of home for convincing his own mother to sexually gratify him. And then trick his father into thinking that his mother was cheating on him with another man. Eventually leading to the family deteriorating, his father even now sent him an allowance, not knowing that his marriage and life had been ruined by his own son. Chris had continued to use him mother after the divorce for awhile but had eventually gotten bored of her, ‘breaking up’ with her and sending her onto the cold streets. He never saw her again, but he didn’t care what happened to her. She had no money, skills , and there were better women out there. Overall she was useless to him.

He watched Chloe carefully, figuring that the sleeping pill she’d just taken would start taking affect in a few more minutes. He considered denying her request for him to leave, knowing full well what she intended to do, he didn’t know why she didn’t shove the pill in Trent’s mouth and then wash it down with the glass of water, but he supposed it was just Chloe’s way of thinking. ”Sure, I’ll let you have your moment” he chuckled. Slowly making his way to the door, he stopped right infront of the door, turning around and glancing at Trent. “Trent?” he asked suddenly, distracting Chloe and making her turn her head back towards her brother as Chris quickly slipped the room keys into his pocket. “Must have been my imagination, I’ll see you two later” he winked, slipping out the door and closing it behind him. Checking his wrist watch, fully intending to see the pair of the much sooner than Chloe thought. Though she’d probably be knocked out cold because of the drug by then.
 
((And this, kids, is something you should be careful about. Never accept strange pills from strangers! Tomorrow we'll talk about never accepting candies from strangers. XD))

While Chloe was clueless to what Chris was really planning, there was a certain feeling of uneasiness noticing that he was indeed silent, but there was something to him which kind of made him look suspicious. Almost as if he was hiding something. Nevertheless, she didn't really bother with finding out. As long as he would leave, she would be just more than satisfied. She had enough of the big mouth and she'd rather focus on taking care of Trent instead of wasting time with someone who seemed to have ADHD or something similar. She never would have thought about what was really hiding behind that grin of his even in her wildest dreams.

She watched him to make sure that he would get out of the room, easily fooled by his trick as he mentioned her brother's name. She was clearly disappointed when she did look at the red head only to see that he was still in a sleeping state. For a very short moment in which she looked the other way, the brunette heard a slight noise. She didn't pay much attention to it anyway, as she just nodded and then motioned that he could go already. Once the blond was out of the room, she first decided to lock the door. Just to make sure that he would not return again to pester her. She could just fake she's sleeping if he'd come back later to check on them. Thus, she got up from the bed, noticing a slight dizziness as she abruptly stood up. Shaking her head, she tried to shake away the feeling too, looking around for the keys.

"Where...I'm sure they were... here..." she mumbled, or rather slurred out while she checked everywhere for the keys to lock the door, frowning visibly. She rubbed the bridge of her nose as she attempted to remind herself where she put them, failing to even remember what she was looking for in the end. She quickly rested her hand on the edge of the bed once she felt she was slowly losing conscious. Her mere struggle to say even a little word was stopped when she suddenly blacked out, her body falling limp on the cold concrete just beside the bed.
 
((Miss! Miss! Can we accept cookies from strangers?))

Chris only returned to his room initially, grabbing a few ‘necessities’ which he’d be using before making his way back over and leaning by the door to Trent’s room. He’d waited about five or so minutes before gently knocking on the door. Waiting to see if Chloe would respond. The lack of response from her indicated to him that the drug had done its job. Without hesitation he pulled the keys out of his pocket, shoving them roughly into the keyhole before turning it with a satisfying click. His grin widening as he noted Trent still asleep, and a much smaller figure on the floor beside the bed. “Tch tch, can’t have you sleeping there now can we? What if you catch a cold?” he mocked in a quiet voice, approaching Chloe and jabbing her stomach with the tip of his shoe, nudging her gently to make sure she asleep before crouching down beside her, shaking her shoulder before grinning wickedly.

Chris might not have been a weight lifter, but considering how light Chloe was it wasn’t all that hard to pick her up and place her in a sitting position, slowly dragging her up the side of the bed until she was lying ontop of the sleeping Trent, both face blissfully unaware of what was happening to them. They looked so cute sleeping together, so happy…. It’d be so much fun ruining it all.

Grabbing Chloe once more, he spun her body around so that her head was positioned just above Trents cock, and her own private area just above Trents lips. Enjoying playing with his ‘dolls’ he pulled out the metallic cuffs he’d grabbed from his own room, chaining both Chloe’s arms to Trents ankles, and one of her legs to Trent’s wrists. Effectively disabling the two from doing anything more than rolling about. He supposed Trent could still punch him, and Chloe could kick him if he got careless, but he’d brought a switchblade along with him just in case. Trent wasn’t a natural fighter, but it never hurt to be sure, and a sharp blade always did wonders when it came to intimidating weak fragile girls.

Smirking at his handiwork, he sat at the bottom of the bed, admiring the peaceful unsuspecting look on Chloe’s face. His cock already twitching with excitement at the prospect of forcing those cute little lips to cry out to him for mercy.
 
((Only if they're chocolate chip cookies! If they're not, just kick the bastards and run for your life. XD
Also, daaaamn, this is one hell of a neighbor! Lol.))

Chloe frowned slightly when she finally started to regain her conscious, an infernal headache kicking in. For a couple of moments, she struggled to remember why was she sleeping in the first place, and what happened before she actually fell asleep. And then, everything came back to her. No, she didn't fall asleep. Something else caused her to fall unconscious, and she was more than sure she wasn't sick. Instead, there was something else. Eyes shot open as she just remembered that earlier she had the neighbor help her out with Trent. To her dismay, as soon as she wanted to get up, she noticed something was restraining her wrists.

The brunette's face paled at the sight of the blond sitting at the bottom of the bed with some sort of a satisfied smile. A twisted smile. On a second look, he probably did have his reasons for being this awfully happy. She wasn't sure whether to be embarrassed at the awkward position she was in, or just snap at someone. Nevertheless, she was angry. On one hand she was upset with herself for being so naive as to let this person enter the room and fooling her so easily, and on the other hand, she wished she could kick the jerk for taking advantage of her. But she had no other way of getting out of this without trying at least to beg for being released right? Refraining from a sigh, she shifted a little, at least to move her private area from Trent's face. If only it wouldn't be for the cuffs...

"Chris... this is not funny. Could you take off the cuffs now? Please?" she pleaded, figuring that getting angry at him would not solve anything. Besides, it seemed like he had the upper hand now. She just prayed that Trent would not wake up very soon, because she wasn't sure how would she be able to explain this. He'd probably get mad at her for not listening to him when he said he would not call anyone. Next time, she would surely listen to him.
 
(Not the best neighborhood, The leader of N.Korea is two doors down and the room on the right is occupied by a guy wearing a hockey mask)

As Chloe’s mind seem to gradually awaken itself, Chris sat there patiently, watching her startled expression turn to confusion before she caught him with her eyes. Staring at him unkindly, both of the knowing full well what had happened, it’d been about half an hour sinceChris had returned, but he showed no signs of boredom, on the contrary he was brimming with excitement. Lewdly looking over Chloe’s body with unwelcome eyes. He could tell she was pissed off at him, who in their right mind wouldn’t be? He was pretty sure he could read her like an open book and her attempt to at least seem polite only got a scoff before Chris opened his mouth to make some vulgar noises.

“Oink oink oink, Oink oink?” he mocked, referring to her comment earlier about him being an insensible pig, if she wanted to hurl insults around at strangers, she should have been prepared for the consequences. Flicking the switchblade out, he flashed the blade at Chloe’s face, twirling it rapidly between his fingers, it was like watching a game of Russian roulette, with the first mistake Chris made resulting in the knife either flying towards Chloe or at Chris. He continued to flick the blade hypnotically in his hand for a few more seconds before flicking it up in the air and catching it with one hand, the blade conveniently pointed straight at Chloe’s face as it landed in his hand.

“It’s not supposed to be funny sweetheart, this is just my way of teaching the new bitch on the block to mind her manners” he snickered, leaning in closer so that the tip of the blade was mere inches from her neck. If Chloe struggled or lashed out she was nearly guaranteed a nasty gash, if not a fatal stab. “Don’t know about where you live, but around here we don’t do things for free, I was hoping there’d be something fancy to nab, but it seems poor Trent there isn’t as well off as I thought he’d be” he paused, looking over at Trent’s sleeping face before turning his attention back to Chloe. “So the question is, you’ve cost me my time, effort and patience, and I can’t find anything worth anything. So how will you make it up to me?”
 
((No wonder Trent wanted to move. XD Realized that Chloe is a magnet for trouble. Or a magnet for the dangerous ones at least.))

Chloe raised an eyebrow at his mimicking of a pig, before she remembered her earlier insults addressed to him. Well, damn, he actually got pissed off at her words. She was somehow surprised he actually cared about what she said, because he surely had no problem mocking her and subtly expressing that he only thought of her as one of those women who sleep with just any man. He was one hell of a twisted guy, though, given just how he was reacting to this. She would have expected some insults back, but certainly not this. Nevertheless, the polite way of handling things didn't seem to work. He was simply giving her no other choice but be straightforward.

The moment he almost shoved that blade in her face, however, she lost her guts. Definitely, she had a thing for attracting these troublesome men. Not. She stood still, not moving even an inch as he played with the switchblade as if it was an inoffensive toy. She only prayed that it would not end up mutilating her 'by mistake', as she closed her eyes in an attempt to block the fear from her mind. The last thing she wanted was to move at the wrong time. When it did stop, she unfortunately noticed it was at her throat. She mentally cursed Chris.

"My manners? May I ask where are yours then?" she muttered, expression pretty neutral for someone who was threatened and pretty much scared. But it was clear that he would not care whether she would be scared or not anyway, so why would she bother to show her weaker side? It was strange that Trent would not have money on the other hand. It was just a while ago that he wanted to move into a new flat, so that meant he would have some cash. Then again, if Chris would not get his hands on the money, the better it would be for them. "Oh, don't worry for my sake. I've already learned enough about what's around this block. Just people who are desperate for playing around with girls. Because we're oh such an easy catch. So why not mess with them? Am I right?" she spoke with a frown. "What do you want?" she finally questioned, unsure of what to offer him to go away. "Oh! I know! You can take the cake. I bet it's more expensive than the sleeping pill you gave me. This way we'll be even. Now take off the cuffs." she added all of a sudden.
 
(She’s not a magnet, I just like screwing characters over xD If we blame it on Chloe it’d be like blaming a rape victim for being raped xD)

Chris hadn’t been too upset with her earlier comment, but it had been an unpleasant one nonetheless, and he relished the opportunity to get back at her for it. She was right about attracting troublesome men though seeing as how a lot of men around here weren’t exactly the savory kind, it had been one of the biggest influences on Trent as he grew up, surrounded by men who saw women as nothing more than outlets for sexual frustration, it was actually quite amazing that he’d managed to maintain his feelings for Chloe without having them tainted and warped completely. Though his initial attempt to force Chloe into sex had been quite a clear indicator of how he too had begun accepting that women were there to please him. He’d quickly been purified by Chloe’s presence, or at least purified as much as he could.

“Manners? Are you nuts? Who the hell would use manners on a street slut?” he asked with an amused frown, “And even then you should be grateful I’m giving you this opportunity, you wouldn’t be the first girl I stuff into a plastic bag.” He chuckled, his eyes flickering with fondness of a distant past. His expression though changed to one of contempt at hearing her call him ‘desperate.’ “Hmph cake? Not my thing, probably tastes like shit considering how it’s colored” he spat, his attention focusing on Chloe once more, “I’m not too fussed about the pill anyway, doesn’t cost much, it’s my time and patience I want paid for, and the only way you can pay me that back is by entertaining me.” He chuckled, eyes shimmering dangerously as he lowered the blade to point at her breasts. “Stay still now or I might just cut more than I intend to” he snickered piercing through the shirt and between Chloe’s breasts with expert precision, it seemed Chloe was doomed to have everything she wore ruined. Fortunately the shirt was Trents, but seeing the perverted look on Chris’s face was enough to warn Chloe that Chris’s definition of ‘entertainment’ was going to be something sexual. Slicing down the front of her shirt, completely the shirt opened up, exposing her breasts which he grabbed with one hand. Squeezing them roughly with his hands. “So small and pathetic, Harlot was better, no idea why Trent downgraded to a scrappy little whore like you, he must be getting desperate too” he mused rolling her breasts around with one hand, the blade still pointed at her to warn her not to try anything stupid.
 
((Well, that too. XD Gosh, never thought there would be so many possibilities with this plot. owo))

From all the people out there, the only one who picked up the call had to be this twisted man? There was no doubt Chloe regretted greatly the moment she decided to take that freaking mobile in her hand. Maybe if she would have simply helped Trent and forced him to lay down and get some proper rest, he wouldn't have fallen simply unconscious now, and she wouldn't have to cope with 'Joker' here, pointing the blade at her. This guy just kept on insulting her that she slowly started to not be bothered with it anymore. Or rather, she figured that being ignorant to his nicknames for her would be a much better idea. Lashing out at him was probably the worst thing she could do, given how he probably tried to taunt her exactly for that purpose, to do some damage to her. Or who knows. Maybe he simply felt satisfied calling her a slut, whore or whatever. She didn't care anymore.

When he mentioned the plastic bag, though, Chloe's face became noticeably paler. Who wouldn't be frightened at such confessions? Especially because he was saying it so lightly, with a chuckle, as if it was no big deal. Entertainment, he said, but she had a feeling his way of being entertained was just as horrible. She was taken aback at the look in his eyes and her whole body trembled when the blade was suddenly pointed lower. The brunette barely managed to stay still, frowning and keeping her eyes shut tight in hopes that the sharp edge of the blade would not scrape her skin in the process. She didn't need an explanation of what was going to happen next. It was quite clear the repayment would be something sexual.

Chloe let out a whimper when he suddenly grabbed her breasts with one hand, squeezing them in a painful way. She honestly didn't care that he compared her with Charlotte. For all she cared, she could be a thousand times better than her. Besides, she knew what Trent really thought of her. Though, she somehow feared what would she think of herself after this, because at this point, she wasn't sure whether her eyes started to moisten up with her tears because of the fear and the pain, or because she hated being touched by this man. In fact, this whole scene reminded her of the previous day when she went through a similar scenario with that beggar. Now, when Trent was in the same place as her, she couldn't help but realize that this was the first time she was afraid of something despite the fact that he was right there. Then again, with him being unconscious, what could she do? She almost felt like screaming at him to wake up and maybe help her, but at the same time, she couldn't. Knowing that he would have to witness this would bring her more shame. She didn't want to have Trent see her being touched by another man. All she could do now was to try and get out of this, again, by herself. "Please, stop it.... Please..." she finally murmured in a pleading tone, tears threatening to roll down her cheeks if it weren't for her constant fast paced blinking. "Please, Chris..."
 
Chris didn’t hesitate to pull his hand away, not expressing any real interest in her breasts, bigger was better, and he couldn’t understand why Trent would settle for something so scrawny. A pussy was a pussy though, and he supposed he just got desperate. From what she’d told him so far she was still of school age, so maybe it was a kink with her uniform? Or maybe it was just the youth. Either way it didn’t really matter why Trent had snatched up this girl seeing as it was Chris’s turn to have fun with her now.

“Please what? Fuck your slutty little hole? I’ll think about it” he mocked, watching her expression carefully before smirking. “I’m just kidding, I know what you want, but as I said, if you’re good for nothing else then you might as well entertain me. I was so lonely last night all by myself in my nice warm room, it can’t hurt for you to give me a bit of action too can it?” he laughed pulling the knife away and smirking at the look of relief that washed over Chloe’s face, it wasn’t over, but it undoubtedly felt a lot better to not have her life on edge of a blade the whole time.

“You know, this insensible pig doesn’t really have to listen to a single thing you say, but since I’m a nice pig, I’ll give you a chance…. I guess” he smiled looking over at the sleeping Trent before leaning his own face closer to Chloe’s, she could probably headbutt him and test her luck if she wanted, but the words that left his mouth next probably surprised her too much for her to act immediately. “Suck him off” he ordered in a hush whisper. A mischievous grin on his lips, as he sensed a mixture of disbelief and confusion from the girl before him. “No, you didn’t mishear me. I want you to suck that cock you love so much, the one you were moaning and begging for just last night….. you can do that for me right? Or would you prefer mine?” he snickered knowing the choice was obvious.

“But watching you isn’t that fun, how about a little game? If you manage to make Trent cum, I might consider letting you go. I’ve got no interest seeing his cock, but I’m rather interested to see how much skill a slut like you has to make Trent moan so loudly.

Chris had been leaving here for nearly as long as Trent, and while they’d seldom talked, the thin walls of the building made it pretty hard to not notice when one of the tenants were sexually enjoying themselves. The women Trent brought home had always been a bit of a screamer, and had been a source of entertainment for the young blond. But last night had been the first time he’d actually heard Trent moan. Hardly a good thing since it was harder to imagine the woman in Chris’s lap when there was another man moaning in pleasure.

“Oh but if he wakes up you lose, and it’ll be my cock you’ll suck, while you boyfriend watches. Don’t worry, if you mean so much to him he’ll forgive you right? You’re ‘Different’ after all” he snickered, not believing her earlier claim in the slightest.
 
Chloe was going from an emotion to another. Needless to say she was a little bit relieved as he left her breasts and the blade wasn't such a big threat anymore. Thus, she took this opportunity to take a deep breath and calm herself down, head hanging down to hide away the teary eyes which probably gave away her fright. Even so, her heart didn't seem to slow down any second as she aware this wasn't over, and if there was something scarier was the fact that she had no idea what would be next. On the other hand, she did expect the worse, given what he had done already. She just hoped he would not cross the line so to speak. The last thing she wanted was to be forced to do something which would make Trent hate her.

When he suddenly popped in front of her face, she was startled, and even more shocked as she heard what he said. For a moment she wondered if she was mishearing. Though, he soon reassured her she heard him well. "But..." she barely whimpered, soon enough her voice fading completely. Then again, she couldn't go against him, seeing how the other option was to suck him off. She'd rather please Trent than this jerk. Or rather, she couldn't cope with being intimate with anybody else but the red head. Thus, she didn't complain so he would not find more reasons to torture her.

The rules, however, were a total nonsense. To make him cum without waking him up? Was this even possible? She bit her lip and thought the things over. She had never done this before, and all of a sudden she had to perform like some sort of skillful slut, because she doubted it would be that simple. If she tried her best to make him cum, it would probably result in waking him up by mistake, or vice versa. Then again, he was pretty much unconscious. He didn't wake up even at that loud noise of metal screeching. Maybe it would be a little easier. "F-fine." she murmured as an answer. "Would you please take off the cuffs at least? You have the blade anyway and it would be hard enough to move with my leg cuffed to his wrist." she mumbled, given that she couldn't really drag down Trent's boxers with her wrists restrained.
 
Chris watched with amusement as Chloe seemed to think her option over, eventually settling for the option he’d prepared for her, it wasn’t the least bit surprising considering the alternative, and Chris’s smile only widened as he nodded his head in approval, “Good, good” he repeated before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a mobile phone and pointing the lens towards Chloe, the sound of a shutter being closed filling the silent room to indicate he’d taken a picture. He continued to fiddle around with the mobile a bit longer, the lens still pointed her way to indicate it hadn’t finished doing its job yet. It didn’t take a genius to realize he’d switched from camera mode to video recorder. “For the memories and good times” he joked waiting for her to get started.

Still holding the knife in his other hand, he raised an eyebrow as she asked him to take off the cuffs, a small beep coming from the phone before he lowered and placed it to the side. The knife slithering out towards her once more, or at least that’s how it looked until he turned the knife downward ninety degree’s pointing it at the exact thing he’d told Chloe to suck. “Listen carefully slut since I’ll only say this once, I make the orders, and you follow them. You’ve got no right to even speak to me unless your spoken to, nevermind telling me to do something. Make the same mistake again and-“ he hand suddenly slammed down into the bed, the blade narrowly missing Trent’s thighs and embedding itself into the bed between Trent’s legs. “Next time I won’t miss” he threatened, figuring that at this point it’d be more effective to threaten to hurt Trent than to hurt Chloe. Either way he’d get what he wanted, and what he wanted was a good show. He didn’t think for a second that Chloe was inexperienced, and had only been deflowered less than 24 hours ago.

“I didn’t gag you for a reason, you’ve got teeth, use those” he ordered, pulling the blade out and flashing it in her face before pulling back, picking up the phone once more and making it make the “beep” sound before continuing to film the show Chloe was to put on for him.
 
Flinching as he suddenly moved the blade closer once again, she panicked as he pointed it at Trent's crotch this time. This psycho was out of his mind! When she noticed he was about to stab something, she inadvertently closed her eyes in fear of what he could do. If anything,he could harm her, but not him. Besides, she was the one at fault for ending up in this situation, not Trent. In fact, if she would have listened none of this would have happened. But what was she crying for, anyway? What was done was done, and now she had to find a way of escaping the trouble she was in. Unfortunately, it was getting worse and worse. If this wasn't bad luck, then she didn't know what this was.

On top of having to please this bastard's fantasies, he just had to record it too. She wished she could just kill him. Even as naive as she was, this one thing she was aware of. Blackmailing would surely be the next torture. This only meant she would not escape so easily. Not without being ashamed of herself. However, she didn't have any other option now but to do as she was told. She meekly nodded as he instructed her to use her teeth given that she could still use her mouth. With the blade pointed at her, how could she object?

Slowly lowering her head, she tried to stop her tears and clutch the hem of Trent's boxers with her teeth, struggling for a couple of moments to move it, at the same time trying to avoid waking him up with any sudden moves. In the same manner she let go of them, once his shaft was free. And now the worst part. She had never done this before and neither did she ever seen someone perform this act. Sure, she heard rumors about girls of her age doing this to their boyfriends, but she was never curious to find out more about it. Hesitating for a moment, she hovered over the tip of his cock, before her lips parted to slip out her tongue and lightly lick it in a circular motion. Lowering her head a little more, she ran her tongue from the very tip of his length, down to the base of it, coating it with her saliva, figuring that this would help her suck him off. It was a rather strange taste, but the only thought that soothed her was that she was pleasing Trent. Well, he was still unconscious, but still. Once his cock was covered in a thick layer of her oral juices, she took another deep breath, warm air escaping her lips and then she took him in her mouth, somehow thankful that her short hair still covered a part of her face as she lowered her head. She was embarrassed enough anyway. Now, she could only try and forget about the blond who was probably staring at her, and instead think of Trent in other circumstances. Gently moving her head up and down, she tried to take as much as she could in her small mouth, though this time she really couldn't do much. Unlike her private area, her mouth could barely fit in his thick and long member. She had to force herself to fit in more, however, she feared she would inadvertently gag, given how she wasn't used to it.
 
Chris loved the feeling of power a simple blade could give him. It wasn’t as good as a gun, but he couldn’t exactly be carrying those around legally anyway, and the process of placing them under his dominance over time was so much more appealing than immediate submission. There was nothing more cute than a girl willing to sacrifice her own dignity for her man, but everything had a limit and he was sure that sooner or later Chloe would refuse to budge, betraying Trent and saving herself when it came down to making a life or death call. Blowing Trent off was only the first phase of degradation, and before long he’d force her to do something much more wicked and sinister. Something he’d enjoy thoroughly judging by the look in Chloe’s eyes, it was always more fun to break down the snobby and hostile ones than the ones that gave in the moment he pulled out the knife on them.

“Something wrong sweetie?” he asked as Chloe slowly lowered her head over the hem of Trent’s boxers, the reluctance to comply with Chris’s demands evident in each and every move. He wondered what sort of sex they’d been having last night and smiled at the thought, figuring he’d save that little enjoyment for later, for now he wanted her mouth to do something other than talk.

Chris actually let out a low whistle when Trent’s cock slipped out from beneath the redheads boxers, the cock much thicker and larger than Chris had imagined, he almost felt bad for Chloe…. Okay not really. It just made watching this all the more fun.

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The moment Chloe’s tongue circled around Trent’s cock the redhead beneath her shuffled a bit in his sleep, his cock getting larger by the second it had already been semi-erect from having Chloe’s soft skin pressed against him, but the added sensation of pleasure certainly did nothing to help his body which was feeling hot enough as it was. Being asleep he had no idea what was going on, and even if he were awake he wouldn’t have had the strength or energy to make her stop, nor the clarity of mind. His body however seemed more than ready to welcome the sensation, shivering with pleasure as she ran her tongue down along his shaft, leaving a trail of saliva, the final straw had been pulled when her lips wrapped around the head of his cock. Eliciting a loud pleasured groan from Trent, who bucked his hips a bit to push himself deeper inside the warmth of her mouth. It didn’t end there though as Chloe began sliding her lips up and down his shaft, the pleasure building up inside of him, his body wouldn’t stop squirming, trying to escape the pleasure he was feeling. Or rather, trying to prevent himself from losing control.
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“Haha, look at the bastard squirm” Chris laughed out aloud, getting off the bed and walking around the bed beside Chris, pointing the phone at Trent’s face which was writhing with pleasure, he mouth wide open as he gasped for air, “He looks like a bitch in heat, just like you eh Chloe?” he snickered, putting the knife beside the bed and using his free hand to swiftly bring his hand down on her rear, spanking her ass mercilessly. “Come on Chloe, you’ve only got another three minutes before times up” he laughed, only mentioning there was a time constraint now so that her mind would be on edge constantly. She’d overcome one hurdle, this was the next.
 
Her attempts to ignore whatever Chris was saying seemed to be helped by the fact that Trent was responding to her pleasuring, figuring that maybe it would take that much to make him cum at this rate. If she had to be honest, she was scared about the consequences of this. This was much worse than what she and Trent did the other night, in fact. Seeing how Chris moved around as if to capture everything on the video, she could figure it out that this would get worse. If by any chance someone else would see this, she was sure her and Trent's lives would be ruined. No, actually on a second thought, this could even ruin his career as a model. She just had to do something, else she feared she would not only screw up her life, but her brother's too. She had to stop this jerk, or at least get the phone from his hand. Only if it were that simple.

Chloe frowned at his insults, and barely refrained from showing him the middle finger now that he wasn't in front of her anymore. Nevertheless, her thoughts were disrupted when he suddenly spanked her so hard that it caused her to let out a cry of pain, momentarily moving her mouth away from the red head's cock while her hands clutched the sheets underneath. She gritted her teeth as he informed her that she only had another three minutes. The brunette thought she would go nuts very soon if he kept up the sick games. Still, she had to wait for the right moment. To look out for any signs of weakness. A way to escape. If only she could get rid of that blade.

Shaking away those thoughts, she hurried back to her task, hoping that the little break would just make the red head crave for more and help her out a little. Swiftly enclosing her mouth around his shaft, she bobbed her head up and down his length at a faster pace this time to speed up the process, moaning every now and then to add to the pleasure. Her teeth lightly scraped the skin of his member, while her tongue struggled to move underneath it, even if there was little space to do so. She somehow prayed that he would cum sooner, before the time would be up. Besides, she wasn't sure how much longer she would resist without the air she needed so much. She could barely breath with his thick long shaft inside her mouth almost reaching her throat if she wouldn't had trouble with going even farther, panting between what seemed like thrusts of her mouth upon his cock.
 
Chris watched quietly as Chloe tried her best to ignore him. He’d noticed the way she’d glanced at the knife but didn’t go out of his way to distance it from her. Giving her a weapon would be a bit of a pain, but with both her arms chained to Trents legs she wouldn’t be wield it much anyway, and that would only happen if Chris was stupid enough to leave it right next to her. “You know, you should really at least pretend to not be so obvious, I can read you like a book” he chuckled, slightly annoyed at the fact that Chloe was keeping quiet, it wasn’t like she had much of a choice seeing as she only had a few more minutes, and her mouth was busy, but when she didn’t even give him a second thought when he slapped her ass, that didn’t sit too well with him.

His hand slithered up her thigh, caressing her ass through her red pants in an almost creepy way. He figured if he was going to go to the trouble of giving Chloe a chance, he’d at least have a bit of fun himself in the meatime. His hand cupping an ass cheek lewdly squeezing on it’s round form before snickering and slipping his hands beneath the tip of her red pants. Pulling them down slowly to reveal her cute thighs and patnies.

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In contrast Trent,’s moaning had only gotten louder, seemingly not bothered by Chloe’s inexperienced mouth in the slightest, His head shaking from side to side in an attempt to resist the pleasure, he would have commented on how good she was, how her mouth worked miracles on him that he’d never felt before, but unfortunately he was still not fully conscious and the only sounds he was able to make were undecipherable except one. “Ch….. loe” he grunted bucking his hips forward a bit more forcefully now. Trying to shove more of his shaft inside her, her tongue felt incredible slithering around beneath his cock, and even the prickly sensation of her teeth was a welcome one as long as it stayed away from the head of his now fully erect cock. It was quite clear from the way he moved that Chloe’s effort had paid off, and what she lacked in skill had been more than compensated by her desire to please him enough to earn his seed.
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“Times up” Chris’s voice stated calmly, there was no real way of telling the time within the room, and in reality it’d only been two or so minutes since she’d started, but without looking at a phone or clock, there was no way for Chloe to know that. “Stop” he commanded, moving over infront of her and placing his fingers against her lips. “Checking time, lets see if you’ve managed to win our little game” he snickered, forcefully shoving his fingers inside her mouth, there wouldn’t have ever been a better time to chomp down on Chris’s fingers and cause him pain, if not everlasting injury, but there was no telling what this psychopath would do in retribution, he was still in power after all. If she didn’t take the opportunity, he’d just pull his fingers out, and put his saliva coated fingers to good use elsewhere.
 
Chloe's eyes opened wide as she suddenly felt his hand on her thigh, and then his hand squeezing her ass cheek. She was about to hit him if it wasn't for the cuffs and the position she was in stopping her. And surely, if she didn't have Trent's cock in her mouth at the moment, she would have cursed him for touching her in that lewd way. The redness of her face increased as he pulled down her shorts, at this point planning ways of killing this guy. When she did hear her name being moaned in a very incoherent way, her expression softened, somehow relieved that she could please him even if it was the first time she was doing this. And judging from the way he almost pushed his shaft deeper into her mouth, he did feel quite good, only to encourage her to try to please him even better with her mouth. Finally, as the blond suddenly called the end of the so called sick game of his, she stopped and reluctantly moved her mouth away from the red head's cock, swallowing the excess of liquids.

She frowned as his fingers found their way to her lips, clueless as to what he wanted, until he explained that he wanted to check if he did cum in her mouth or not. She couldn't even protest, because soon he forced them inside her mouth anyway. And that's when she realized it. This was the chance she was waiting for. It was now or never, whether the consequences would be bad or not! If at that time she bit Trent's tongue by mistake and regretted it, this time she would bite this guy's fingers with intention and not regret it at all. Clenching the teeth around his fingers so hard he would probably feel like they're cut off, she figured that maybe this would buy her time. With such an excruciating pain, he would probably be too engulfed in agony to think about his prisoners. Maybe just as agonizing as the beggar whom she kicked in the crotch. Well, now she would inflict just as much damage, but on another part of the enemy's body. Once he would be too busy with the pain, she would just struggle to move and get a hold of the knife, even if it meant disturbing Trent's sleep with her movements. After all, it wouldn't be that hard to lift his leg if that's what it took to move her arms.
 
If Chloe had been hoping for a similar reaction to the beggar she’d sorely been mistaken, the moment her teeth so much as touched the man’s fingers, Chris seem to realize her intentions. In fact it seemed as if he’d been prepared for it, his other hand dropping the phone on the bed before swinging through the air and slamming an open palm against her cheek with so much force that it was a miracle it hadn’t cost Chloe her teeth. “And just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Chris snapped, the wicked smile of his long gone and replaced with a psychotic look of insanity, blood dripping down his fingers, had Chloe chomped down on him with the intention of biting his fingers off completely things might have been different, but with only the intention to cause pain, she’d only managed to pierce the skin and dig a bit into the flesh before Chris had slapped her face away and withdrew his fingers. The raw bleeding flesh looked grotesque and painful even to Chloe, but instead of hopping around and cursing, Chris grabbed her hair and slamned her face against Trent’s crotch, causing the redhead to groan in pain as his fully erect cock was suddenly tortured by Chloe’s head violently colliding with it.

“You know, I was going to be gentle with you, but screw that idea now” he spat, the playful look in his eyes replaced by one of twisted hatred. “When someone gives you the chance to cooperate you really shouldn’t throw it in their face” he continued, walking over to the bed and opening up the first aid kit, roughly wrapping a bandage around his wrist to stop the bloodflow, before tearing it with his teeth, repeating the same gesture for his fingers, before scourging through the collection of bottles to procure a small pill case. The small pink heart-shaped pills inside indicating their purpose. “Last woman I used these on was driven insane, continued to finger herself even when the doctors tried to work out what was wrong with her, and you know what’s best? It works like a date rape drug, you won’t remember a thing…. Assuming your mind’s strong enough to not break completely. It’s not all bad though, think about it, several days of non-stop pleasure” he smirked unpleasantly, pulling out one of the pills and walking towards Chloe, taking his sweet time with his movements. The drug wasn’t something publically known to exist, so either Chris was bluffing or he’d attained the drug through non-legal measures. Regardless Chloe would now have to find a way to stop the man before her if she didn’t want to lose control of her body to a drug that would make her act like a complete slut.
 
Chloe was surprised when he suddenly dropped the phone, only to feel a hard slap against her cheek the next second, inadvertently letting go of his fingers as she let out a cry. To make things worst, before she knew it, she had her hair clutched by the blond, her face colliding with Trent's crotch. Though, she soon figured that the one in real pain was her brother and not her. She would have to apologize for that later, but for now, she was satisfied even with the blood she drawn from this bastard. If there was one thing she regretted the most was that she didn't bite off his fingers for good, seeing how he was now turning to be a real psycho. Now, she wasn't sure if this was such a good idea after all. On the other hand, since he was busy with bandaging his so called injuries, she could use this moment to take advantage of the fact that he wasn't paying as much attention as he was earlier. First thing first, better erase the compromising things. Bending the red head's leg a little, she subtly grabbed the phone Chris had dropped and forgotten and quickly worked to erase the picture and the video from earlier. Once she was done with that, just to make sure he would not try something again, she took out the memory card too and struggled a little to snap the little thing in two pieces.

By the time she was doing the same to Trent's mobile, she heard Chris speak and blue eyes suddenly shot open wide. Hiding the things away under the blanket which laid around, she then turned her head to see him coming over with a pill. She mentally cursed him, immediately shifting to hide her head, facing the bed and clenching her teeth. No way she was going to let him have his way. If he so much as dared to get his hand any closer to her face, this time she would bite him. Bite, keep her mouth shut, or spitting the pill, either way she would stop him. Besides, if he would want to threaten Trent this time, she would just cover him. At this point, pain was just a little price to escape the humiliation which would surely overcome her later on if this guy went on with his sick plans.
 
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