Truth Is For The Weak

I would sell my soul to be deaf

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.