Page 18 of Sincerely, Butterfly

I have no plans on stopping my ‘alone time’, as my mother calls it, but I sure as hell am going to make sure the door is locked from now on, even if I know for a fact I’m home alone. I won’t be making that mistake again.

Would she think what I was doing was sonaturalandnormal, as she put it, if she knew what I was touching myself to?

Would she think of me differently if the sight of three men killing another human, in my honor, had me cumming so hard I’d probably have passed out if she didn’t crash into my room like the Kool-Aid Man and ruin my high?

Okay, so I still don’t know if they killed Mr. Robinsonbecauseof me, but based on the way they were talking in the parking lot a few hours prior to the event, that's what I’ve chosen to believe.

Either way, it was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. Every time they take a life, it’s an erotic sight.

Skittles left around an hour ago, so I grab my laptop to see what he’s up to. I put the harness and camera on him earlier, knowing there was a party in the Lafayette Cemetery and that there's a very good chance the guys are going to be there. Of course, I’ll use any chance I can to watch them.

Wanna know what's not an erotic sight? The live video footage on my computer screen right now.

I stare down at the screen, jaw clenched as liquid fury runs through my veins, seeing that Sylas, Jasper, and Wesley are half-naked.

It’s not them being half-naked that has me mad, no, that I very much enjoy. It’s the girl who’s tied up, looking like a fucking roasting pig ready to be strung up and cooked over an open fire.

She’s being stuffed like a pig, alright, with three fucking eggplants.

My teeth grind together as my stomach twists.

Who fucks out in the open like this? They’re in the middle of the cemetery. Sure, there's a party full of drunk-and-out-of-their-mind idiots nearby, but what if someone sees them?

Do they even care?

I don’t want to fucking see them touching someone else, screwing another girl, and making her scream in pleasure. It should be me in her place, in place of all the girls they’ve chosen to take this way.

Yet, right now, I can’t look away. The way they wrap their hands around her neck and hips, squeezing hard enough to bruise, and the look of fear in her eyes is fucking hot.

It’s not the same kind of fear I have when I’m near them.

No, she looks terrified. Like she regrets agreeing to do this with them.

Being with these three is an honor on its own. They’re picky with who they fuck, even making the lucky participant sign acontract. While I’m not certain, I have heard the whispers over the years.

No one seems to know what the exact terms are. And the ones who might aren’t allowed to talk about it.

Every girl they’ve taken like this seems to change in some kind of way. Could be their personality, financially, sometimes even both.

Bringing myself back to the present. The brutality of their thrusts, the tight grip on her throat as they choke her, the ropes that bind her together.

I’m starting to understand why they would have a contract for this.

It’s depravity at its finest. And the most fucked up part is that the whole time I’m watching them ruin this girl, I’m wishing it were me instead.

I want their hands aroundmyneck with their cocks inmybody.Iwant to be the one tied up and at their mercy, not knowing what’s going to come next, if I’m even going to be able to make it out alive.

I’m trying not to pay attention to the girl herself, but what they’re doing to her. Every second that ticks by makes me more and more restless.

Jasper wraps a hand around a chunk of the girl's hair, yanking her head backward. She screams, but he just stares down at her like he couldn’t care less, his cock is buried inside her.

He’s still mostly dressed, they all are. But she’s naked and vulnerable with blood dripping from the tiny cuts caused by their hands, covering her whole body.

When Skittles moves from his perch on a tombstone, I start to freak out that he’s leaving before the show is done, only for him to end up landing on another tomb closer, ultimately giving me an even better visual advantage.

Oh. Well, thanks.

“Look at you,” he spits. “So fucking pitiful, gagging for our cocks. Dirty little whore, letting us do whatever we want to you.”