Tory lied.
A huge lie.
A disgustingly large lie.
The walls of their room were not, in fact soundproof. At least not enough to mask the god damn screaming coming from her. Thankfully, moans and grunts were covered up. But her pleas to be fucked so hard she couldn't walk and spanked so many times she wouldn't be able to sit down were not masked. Neither were the actual smacks.
It's not that I'm judging their kinks. They can do whatever they want, and I get that they find it pleasurable. And honestly, if I was into sex, it might not have been so bad. (Not that I would know. How do those people think?) But I have absolutely no interest in any type of... intercourse. Even if it was the most vanilla of all vanilla, I would still want to throw up every night. At least they agreed to confine it to the bedroom.
I will never forget walking in on them going at it with Tory chained to the oven door.
It's ten o clock right now. Guess what my friends on the other room are doing? You're probably right. Unless you guessed watching a movie like normal fucking people on a school night.
I need to get my own place.
But I can't do that, not now that my pay was docked at the hospital. I know that being in collage will help me in the long run, but being forced into an internship at the local psychiatric hospital which makes it impossible to get a real full time job is really fucking up my life. And my psychological state, seeing as how I had to take three other part time jobs just to live.
I have barely enough money to live comfortably. I just don't have the income to pay for an apartment. So the Tory/Trey sex dungeon will have to do for now.
I still want to find another place to live though. All my other friends live on campus, which is... Not an option for me. I could move in with my parents, but I'm really not into inflicting emotional damage upon myself.
So I lay in the dark and listen to Tory scream bloody murder. Then it stops.
That's suspicious.
I walked over to the wall closest to their room. From what I could tell, a moment ago they were still going at it. I wondered what changed. I pressed my ear to the wall. All I could hear were quiet sobs and Trey muttering something. The door to their room opened and I went to investigate.
"Is everything okay?" I asked a distraught looking Trey. He nodded slowly.
"Can you grab me some ice?" He asked softly. I raised my eyebrow.
"The fuck do you need ice for?" Trey frowned at me and my small smirk dropped.
"This isn't a joke, Leila."
"Oh, sorry..." I muttered. He shrugged and walked into the bathroom in search of an unknown object, and I headed to the kitchen for ice. I grabbed a medium sized ice pack and started back towards the bedroom. I wasn't sure what happened between them, but something tells me it went too far.
Trey was still searching in the bathroom, so without thinking, I burst into their room. I was not prepared for what was in there.
The stench of sex filled the air. Sweat, spit, probably a bit of blood, and what smelled suspiciously like lube. The covers of the bed were practically across the room, besides one blanket covering the limp form of Tory on the bed. They had their "toys" set up next to the bed, which I pointedly ignored. Instead, I tip toed quietly over to the bed.
"Tory?" I whispered. She shifted slightly and whimpered. "I've got some ice."
She lifted her hand without looking and I gave it to her. Then I looked away before seeing where she put it: I really didn't need to know. Trey entered the room and pushed passed me to get to Tory.
"Hey... Hey baby, can you hear me?" Tory nodded weakly. "That's good. C'mere...." He put his hands under her arms and propped her in a seating position. He glanced at me before lifting the sheet up so it only exposed her legs. I gasped.
They were red, and raw, and bloody.
"Holy shit." I gasped. Tory relocated her ice pack to her thighs while Trey unpacked his little first aid kit. He rubbed some green cream on it which made her sigh in relief. I watched, fascinated.
How could a man who basically beats her up every time they have sex be so gentle and caring just a minute later?
Trey held a glass of water up to her lips, and the look of pure adoration on her face as she drank was heartwarming. They cared for each other so much, I don't understand why during sex they're so rough.
Trey started talking to her then, trying to get her to speak. After a moment, she did.
"Babe. I'm fine." Her voice was raspy, and it made me wonder what had been down her throat. "I'm tired. I just want to rest."
"Are you mad?" He asked nervously. "I'm so sorry I didn't stop. I just- I didn't hear-"
"Stop it." Tory interrupted. "Don't beat yourself up. I'm fine. Now leave, seriously, I want to sleep. You can sleep on the damn couch."
Trey laughed and kissed her forehead, then led me out of the room. Sure enough, he headed towards the living room. I think he expected me to go back to my room, but I followed him instead.
"What," I swallowed nervously. "What the hell happened?"
"Same old, same old." Trey shrugged noncommittally. I scoffed.
"Bullshit. I want to know why there was fucking blood running down my friend's legs." He stared a me a moment before muttering a faint "fine".
"Tory and I were trying something new. I guess it's no secret to you that I sometimes..." He hesitated, than made a smacking motion. I'm pretty sure I gagged, but nodded just the same.
"Well, she was sore from last time, and we have a pool party coming up and she didn't want her ass bruised so we tried it on her thighs." I just kept staring at him, letting him know that that explained next to nothing.
"Like I said, it was new, and we used a crop, which wasn't a good idea. She had already said yellow, so I was slowing down. But apparently that made it worse. She- she said red, but I didn't hear her, and kept going until she fucking-" his voice cracked and he put his head in his hands. "I didn't stop until she screamed red and started hitting at my chest. God, I feel so bad..."
"Wait..." I muttered. I probably should comfort him, but it's his own damn fault that he spanked his girlfriends thighs until she bled. "What does yellow and red mean?"
He looked at me in disbelief, as if this was common knowledge. After a quick explanation of how green means everything is okay and you're feeling pleasure, yellow means still good but slow down, and red means I need you to fucking stop, I felt stupid for not figuring it out myself.
"So you just... Hit her? For no reason?" I asked skeptically. He flushed.
"Um... No, I had a reason." I raised my eyebrow. "She uh... You know, it sounds stupid when I say it out loud."
I shake my head. "Are you okay?" I still think it's his fault, but he looks really upset.
"I'm fine. But I've never gone past her limits before. I just feel bad."
"You heard her. She isn't mad." I pointed out, remembering the look of love on her face. He looked at me in disbelief but nodded.
"We should get some sleep. You have work tomorrow right? Which one of your four jobs do you need to go to?" Trey smirked. I shoved his shoulder.
"The third one, for your information. Night!"
"Night, Leila."
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