Page 19 of Sincerely, Butterfly

His degradation makes a flush of heat rush through me, right down to my clit.

I pretend his dirty words are directed at me, and that his cock is buried painfully deep inside my pussy.

When he speaks again, his words shock the hell out of me.

“Isn't our Nola so fucking perfect? Letting us use her body for our pleasure, to do whatever we please?” he growls.

Hold the fuck up! Maybe I heard wrong, maybe I’m fucking hallucinating, but did he just say my name?

No, I have to have heard him wrong. There's no way he said justmyname.

Unless her name is Nola, too? There's a chance, but it’s a very small one. Nola is not a common name.Could it be a name that sounds similar?

Like… well, I have no idea off the top of my head.

Whatever the reason is, I’m really glad I decided to update Skittle’s camera to one that has audio. It was worth every penny.

“Such a dirty little freak,” Sylas hums, stroking his cock while grinning down at her. “Our pretty little angel’s soul is being corrupted, and she fucking loves it.”

I’m sorry, theirwhat?

Now I’m getting fucking pissed off. So, they can talk to her in this way, pretending it’s me, yet the real thing is right fucking here, and they’re not doing anything about it. Why the hell are they pretending other women are me, when they could have me!?

“Be a good girl and cum for Jasper,” Wesley purrs, stepping up to her. He strokes his cock a few times before letting out a low, deep groan and cumming all over her face.

Okay, I totally heard my name that time. He said Nola. I heard him!

The girl lets out a whimper before she finds her climax as Jasper follows with a savage snarl.

I can’t even enjoy watching them get off because I’m too focused on the fact that they did, indeed, say my name.

But why? Why my name? And why the fuck would they do that while they’re with another girl?

“Oh my god, are they pretending she’s me?” I grin at the computer like an idiot. “Holy fuck, please tell me that’s what is happening here. Let my delusional little heart have this,” I pray to any god that’s listening and willing to grant a wish.

Jasper lets his cock fall free from her pussy, now soft. He removesthe condom before he pulls his pants up, while Wesley does the same.

Sylas bends down, getting in the girl's face. She lies there on the ground, tears running down her cheeks and snot dripping from her nose. She looks like a mess.

Sylas pulls out a knife, making the girl whimper in fear. He grins, seeming to love the panic on her face. He takes a moment before sliding the knife under the ropes that bind her together and cuts her free.

“Get dressed,” Wesley demands around the cigarette he’s placed between his lips. He throws the girl's clothes at her, looking like he’s bored and over what just happened.

It’s like he couldn’t care less about the girl.

With shaky arms, the girl tries to get dressed, but Sylas stops her, grabbing her by her face. “Before you go, remember this:youmean nothing to us.” The smirk on his face is pure malice. “You were nothing but a hole for us to use. Remember the contract you signed? Never speak to us again. Don’t expect anything to come of this night. We might have called you Nola, but know that you will never be her. She’s too fucking perfect to be anything like you.”

She swallows hard but nods as she pulls her shirt over her head.

My lips part as I stare at the computer, dumbfounded.So… this is really happening, huh?

Wait a minute. Let’s back this up.

They think I’m perfect?

If I weren’t so shocked over whatever the fuck is going on here, I’d be laughing because I sure as hell am nothing near perfect.

The girl takes off, leaving the three of them standing there alone.