Clover
My head swims as I try to decide what’s best. It was only hours earlier that they put me through agonising pain. Now they want to use my body, probably when b***h and Bitchier aren’t here.
I hear the scuffles of feet move towards the room and I sit up, pulling the duvet up to my neck. Emrys looks at me with his mouth pulled into a smirk, and then he strides over and whispers in my ear. ‘Are you hiding something, Kitten?’ He pulls on the duvet but I don’t relent. ‘Were you touching yourself?’ He asks me and I roll my eyes at him.
‘I’m preventing you from being able to touch me so easily.’ I say and he sighs as he crosses back over the room to stand with the others. It’s a large room but when four grown males are staring at you, it tends to feel a little intimidating. ‘Out with it.
