Chapter 2: Building Tension
The sudden blaring of Riley's alarm clock startles me. I jump up awake, my heart leaping into my throat as I let out a soft yelp only heard by me. The alarm is loud, the sound echoing in the small space, a harsh contrast to the darkness that surrounds me. I cover my ears with my hands, trying to block out the noise, but it's no use. I am now wide awake.
I can hear Riley's footsteps heading towards the bathroom, the sound of the door closing, the water running in the sink, the toilet flushing. She then opens the shower, the steam filling the bathroom as she begins her morning routine just as she did yesterday. I lean against the wall in the closet, my body curled up against the cool darkness, trying to ignore the panic that's still lurking in my chest. I can't see a thing, but I can hear everything. The sound of the shower, the steam filling the room, the water splashing against the tiles. I can even hear Riley humming to herself, her voice soft and low, the sound soothing and familiar. I close my eyes, trying to focus on the sound, letting it drown out the fears that are still lingering in my mind.
The shower turns off, and I can hear Riley's footsteps padding against the bathroom floor as she steps out. The sound of the hairdryer turns on, the machine's hum filling the room as Riley gets ready. I keep my eyes closed, my heart rate slowly returning to normal as I wait.
The sound of the hairdryer turns off, and a few moments later, I hear the soft click of the closet door unlocking.
Riley's footsteps echo on the floor as she walks towards the bedroom door. I wait silently, my heart pounding in anticipation. Riley steps into the hallway, leaving the room. I know Riley doesn't look back, her footsteps fading away as she walks down the hall. I hear her footsteps on the stairs, the creak of the wood with each step, and then the thud of the front door closing. She's left the house.
I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding, my body relaxing slightly. The closet is no longer a prison, but a sanctuary. I can move now, stretch my legs, stand up.
I exit the closet and quickly walk over to the nightstand next to the bed. My phone is there, just where I left it, the screen blinking impatiently with notifications. I grab it, my fingers clumsy on the smooth surface. I immediately text Jess.
Me: Riley's gone.
I wait for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum, my breath coming in short gasps. I can't help but feel a sense of excitement, of exhilaration coursing through my veins. I'm free, at least for now. I can do whatever I want, go wherever I want, without Riley's watchful eyes on me.
An hour passes by. I have showered and gotten dressed. Still no text back from Jess.
I hope everything is okay. I think to myself as I finish lacing up my shoes. The house is eerily quiet without Riley's presence, the absence of her dominating energy palpable. I slip my phone into my pocket and head for the bedroom door.
My hand is on the knob when I hear it — Bzzzztt! My phone vibrates, and I fish it out, my heart skipping a beat. Oh, must be Jess, I think to myself, a smirk already forming on my lips. But as I pull my phone out, the smile fades. It's not Jess. It's a text from Riley.
My stomach twists into a knot as I open the message. "Lock yourself in the closet. I am heading back home."
I stare at the message on my phone, my brow furrowed in confusion. But I try not to dwell on the message. Instead, I take my clothes back off to the point that only my collar is on. I look at my reflection in the mirror, my eyes meeting the cool blue gaze staring back at me. My heart begins to race as I consider what this might mean. I grab my cellphone.
I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. I trust Riley, even when I don't understand her. I trust that she has her reasons. I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly as I turn away from the mirror. I walk over to the closet door. I lock the doorknob, the click of the lock echoing in the quiet room. I then walk into the closet and close the door behind me, locking myself inside of the dark little room. Finally, I lay down on the floor. I take one last look at my cellphone.
"Fuck... what if Jess texts while Riley is home..." I think to myself. I decide to block her number before slide the phone under the door and into the bedroom. I know Riley would not want me to have my phone on me.
But before I can push it under the door, I hear the front door downstairs open and slam shut. Riley is home. My heart races as I listen to her footsteps echoing through the foyer.
"Go on, get up the stairs!" Riley says sternly. "Lacey is up there."
"Y... yeah" comes a soft, familiar voice. I recognize it immediately, it is Jess.
My heart leaps into my throat. What is she doing here? My mind races as I frantically try to figure out what's happening.
I hear their footsteps on the stairs, the creak of the wood with each step, and then the click of the bedroom door opening. I hear the door close behind them.
"Wait, what the fuck are you doing?" Jess asks in a panic. I can only listen, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.
"What do you think?" Riley asks sternly. "You think I would really let you fuck with my pet and get away with it?"
My breath hitches, my lungs suddenly forgetting how to function. What the hell is going on? My mind races, trying to piece together the fragments of the conversation I'm overhearing. I'm frozen, my body pressed against the closet door, my ear pressed against the cool wood as I strain to listen.
"Riley, please," Jess begs, her voice shaking. "I'm sorry, okay? I won't do it again, I promise."
Riley scoffs, the sound harsh and biting. "Oh, you won't? You think I'm stupid, Jess?" Riley's voice is cold, like ice. "You think I don't know what you've been up to with Lacey?"
"No, I..." Jess starts, but Riley cuts her off.
"No stop! Get off of me!" Jess yells out, her voice rising in panic.
I hear a struggle, the sound of flesh hitting flesh, and I cringe, my body tensing as I press myself closer to the door, eager to know what's happening. I can't see anything, but I can hear everything. The closet door rattles as I push against it, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.
"Riley, please!" Jess begs, her voice pained. I'm sorry!"
"Sorry isn't good enough, Jess," Riley snarls.
Suddenly, Jess lets out a cry, "W... wait... st...!" but Riley stops her from saying anything more. I can hear Jess' muffled protests, her words indistinct and desperate. I press my ear harder against the closet door, straining to make out what she's saying.
"You think I don't know what you've been doing?" Riley continues, her voice low and dangerous. "You think I don't know about the texts, the calls, the little meetings you've been having behind my back? There is a tracker in Lacey's collar, dumbass."
I can hear Jess nodding, her muffled 'mm-hmm's resonating through the door. Tears sting my eyes as I realize that Riley is not going to stop.
BRAAAAAAPPPPPPTTTTTT-PFFFFFTTTTTTT-PBBBBTTTT!!!!
All of a sudden, I hear a massive fart. It echoes through the room, making the walls vibrate slightly. I can tell immediately that it's Riley who's let one rip, and from the sound of it, she didn't bother to hold back. I hear Jess choke, her body going rigid as she struggles to breathe as the gas echoes through her throat.
"Fucking swallow that, you stupid slut!" Riley commands. I hear Riley smack Jess. "Stop fucking moving and swallow it!"
Riley commands, her voice harsh and demanding. I can hear Jess' desperate attempts to comply, her body squirming under Riley's weight as she struggles to breathe. Her breaths come in short, ragged gasps, the sound of her inhaling and exhaling harsh and labored.
"Fuck!" Jess cries out, but before she can say anything more, Riley sits back on her face.
I hear Riley's laughter, harsh and cold. "Good, girl, you swallowed it all down!" she praises, her voice dripping with satisfaction.
I feel so bad for Jess. I think back to yesterday when she texted me that she would never want to taste a fart and how disgusting she thinks it would be.
BRAAAAAAPPPPPPTTTTTTTT-PFFFBBBBTTT!!!
The sound echoes through the room, muffled only slightly by Jess's open mouth as she takes another hit. A choked cry escapes her lips, her body writhing beneath Riley. "Riley, stop! Please... I can't... breathe!" she gasps out between sobs.
Riley chuckles, a dark and cruel sound that sends shivers down my spine. "Oh, come on, Jess," she taunts, pressing down harder on Jess's face. "You Love it, don't you? You love serving your new Mistress, don't you?"
I press my ear harder against the closet door, my heart pounding in my chest. I can't see what's happening, but I can hear every little detail, every gasp, every cry. I can feel Jess's desperation, her body squirming beneath Riley's weight as she struggles to breathe.
I begin to start to smell it fart seeping through underneathe the closet door. I can not stop myself from positioning my nose near the floor to get a stronger scent. "Wow... these are really bad... poor Jess." I think to myself. I can't believe how nasty it smells. It's like someone left some eggs out.
Jess's voice becomes soft. "Please, Riley... it tastes so bad. Please stop."
Riley laughs, the sound cruel and mocking. "Oh, come on, Jess. You're not going to give up that easily, are you?" She presses down even harder, her hands gripping Jess's head tightly. "You're going to take it all. Every last bit."
Jess's muffled cries turn into whimpers, her body losing its fight. I can hear the desperation in her voice. "Please... it taste like shit..." Jess tries to plead again, but Riley's laughter cuts her off.
"Oh, Jess, you're in for such a ride," Riley mocks, her voice dripping with amusement. "Do not worry, you will taste more of that later," she promises, her laughter echoing through the room.
Jess starts to protest, "Wait, what do you..." but Riley's ass smothers her face once again, cutting her off mid-sentence. Jess struggles briefly before going limp, her body defeated. The room falls silent, aside from the faint sound of Jess's muffled breathing and the occasional giggle from Riley. I can't see what's happening, but the scene playing out in my mind is vivid and unsettling.
PFFFT-POOF!!
Jess screams and cries into Riley's ass. But Riley responds with a laugh. "A silent, but deadly one!" Riley continues laughing as Jess cries out. "A good one to end this session!"
Riley chuckles as she finally sits up, Jess's face now free to gasp for air. Jess pants and chokes. She coughs and splutters, her body convulsing as she struggles to regain her breath.
"You're a mess, Jess. I had no idea you were such a lightweight." She shakes her head, a mocking smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "But, we will change that!"
Jess looks up at Riley, her eyes filled with a mix of hatred and fear. "You're a fucking monster, Riley," she spits, her voice hoarse from the ordeal.
In one swift motion, Riley slaps Jess hard across the face, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot.
Jess, her eyes now filled with silent tears, her body wracked with sobs, stops making any noise except for the soft sniffles that escape her. She looks up at Riley, her eyes pleading, but Riley's expression is cold and unyielding.
"Get undressed," Riley commands, her voice stern and demanding.
Jess hesitates for a moment, her eyes flickering with fear and defiance. But seeing the look on Riley's face, she quickly complies, her trembling hands fumbling with the buttons on her shirt. Riley watches her, her eyes never leaving Jess's body as each piece of clothing comes off, one by one.
"Everything," Riley orders, her voice low and dangerous.
Jess swallows hard as she takes off all of her clothes.
Jess flinches at Riley's touch as she reaches out to grab her wrists, her fingers digging into Jess's soft flesh.
I hear Riley's footsteps approaching the closet. My heart pounds in my chest, my breath coming in short gasps as I press myself against the back wall, my body shaking with fear and anticipation. The sound of the closet door being unlocked, the creak of the hinges as the door swings open, the cool rush of air as it hits my face. Riley pulls Jess into the closet. I notice the mascara tears running down Jess's face. She is also adorning a collar similar to mine around her neck.
She looks up at Riley with fearful eyes, her body trembling slightly.
"Sit!" Riley commands, her index finger pointing downwards. Jess instantly obeys, her body collapsing onto the cold floor of the closet. Riley turns to me, her eyes narrowing as she takes in my appearance.
"OBEY. And don't you fucking DARE look away from me!" Riley raises her voice at me. "Make sure Jess stays quiet. Show her what happens if either of you disobey me." Riley then slams the door closed and locks it. It is now completely dark. I hear Riley walk away and Jess crying.
I quickly crawl over to her, my heart aching for her. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close to me. She immediately hugs me back, her body shaking with sobs. "Shh, it's okay," I whisper, stroking her hair. I can feel her hot tears on my neck, and it breaks my heart to see her like this.
"I'm so sorry, Jess," I say softly, my voice filled with genuine concern. "I didn't know Riley would do this. I swear, I would have never let it happen if I did." Jess pulls away slightly, her eyes meeting mine in the darkness. I can see the pain and fear in her eyes, and it rips at my heart.
"It's not your fault, Lacey," she replies, her voice shaking with emotion. "I should have known better."
"We have to be quiet at all times." I whisper again, "If not, she will really hurt you." I add, my eyes meeting Jess's in the dim light filtering through the cracks in the door.
Jess nods, her tears still streaming down her face. "I know," she whispers back, her voice hoarse from crying. "I'm scared, Lacey. I don't know if I can do this."
I take her hands in mine, squeezing them tightly. "You can do this, Jess. You're stronger than you think. We'll get through this together." I try to sound confident.
"But, if you do disobey her, she will cut into you..." I grab Jess's hand and slide it down my thigh, letting her feel my scars.
"What the fuck..." Jess whispers.
"You will be okay. I promise." I say, but can tell nothing is calming her down. I smell Jess's aura. "You smell like farts." I chuckle slightly.
Jess gives the worlds faintest chuckle back. "Do you... like it?" she asks.
"Actually, a lot..." I reply. Our eyes locked into eachothers.
Jess leans in, our lips lock together. Her breath smells of Riley's farts, a pungent and acrid taste filling my mouth.
I shove my tongue in, wanting more of the taste, more of Jess, of Riley's fart. Our lips move together, our bodies pressing closer, desperate for connection amidst the chaos that has become our lives. I feel her hands on my back, her nails digging into my skin, pulling me closer. I deepen the kiss, my tongue exploring every inch of her mouth, searching for any remnants of Riley's eggy fart.
Jess moans softly, her body melting into mine. It's a sound of surrender, of acceptance, and it sends a shiver down my spine. I pull back slightly, my breath ragged, my heart pounding in my chest. "Are you okay?" I whisper, my voice barely audible in the darkness.
Jess nods, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I'm okay," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just...
I'm happy to see you, Lacey," Jess admits, her voice trembling slightly.
I smile softly at her, my heart swelling with affection. "I'm always here for you, Jess. No matter what."
Jess's eyes well up with tears again, but this time, they're tears of gratitude. She leans her head on my shoulder, her body shaking with silent sobs. I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight, willing my strength and courage into her.
"You're shaking," I murmur, rubbing her back in soothing circles. "It's okay. She's gone for now. I've got you." I whisper.
Jess takes a deep, shuddering breath, her body slowly relaxing in my arms.
She looks up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of desperation and longing. "Lacey, I need you," she whispers, her voice barely audible in the dark closet. I see the desire in her eyes, the need for connection, for comfort, for escape.
Without hesitation, I lean down and capture her lips with mine once again. It's not a soft, gentle kiss, but an intense, desperate one. Our lips move together in a frenzy, our bodies pressing closer, our hands roaming over each other's skin, seeking solace and comfort in one another. We make out intensely for hours, never letting go of each other. Our bodies are slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps as we lose ourselves in the heat of the moment.