44 Round 4 (2/2)

There were pictures of Amaan all over the website. She was not dressed. She was also with someone who was as naked as her. They were joined at groin. Numerous boys, various girls. All of them in their youth. It was a sex website. Amaan was selling her body for money. She was prostituting herself.

I pointed at her devices and asked Amaan about them. She made obvious of her desires and how her hobby turned into obsession. Now she was waiting for my consent.

What a liar. You have already used these toys with someone else, right? I have seen the pictures, I wanted to say to her.

The pictures of her having sex with David from basketball team. Him fingering her vagina while he inserted his thick penis in her asshole. The pictures of her licking that nerdy library assistant's clitoris while she gripped her hand with Amaan's hair. The selfies Frag twins took while Amaan was involved into a threesome. The panorama of various stages in which Wade jerked off on her naked body.

I had seen them all.

I had downloaded all of them on my phone.

And when I felt Amaan's hand pinching my arm, I recoiled with disgust. She was cheating on me the whole time. And with multiple people. Sometimes at the same time. The frequency of uploads was three times a week. Every day I was not working.

Every day I was in my room, waiting for Amaan's call, she was getting screwed with one of her students. She was more than experienced with sex toys. And she wanted to taint me with it. She wanted to cuff me to the same bed she had ejaculated with a stranger. She wanted to used the same toys, same techniques on my body as she had done on various others. She wanted me to consent just like everyone who paid her for sex.

”Amaan, I have some questions for you. Will you answer truthfully?”

”Yes, what is it?”

”Golden Pie Ten-what do those words mean to you?”

Amaan stood there for a long second before she unclasped her strap on. She let the concoction drop on the ground and took small steps towards the door. I could see her bare back and round buttocks, all the things I loved. But in this moment, I felt sorry, pity, guilt and repugnance for Amaan. she closed the door and I turned around, not wanting to see her.

She took small steps in my direction. I could hear the unrhythmic steps her feet took. I clenched my fist to control my rage. My body was going red hot with anger with every passing second. It was not long now. She had covered most of the distance. I just hoped she'd answer truthfully.

The small thuds that came from her steps stopped. She was directly behind me. Still silent. I couldn't wait any longer and wanted to see her face. How would she make her face when she was caught red handed?

I turned around and saw her hands over her right shoulder. She was holding something.

And then, she swung.

The wooden bat struck my temple, and the side of my body struck the nearing wall. my head was rattled.

I crumbled like a sack of cards. I lost vision in m left eye. The last thing I saw was naked Amaan with a bright yellow baseball bat, doused in red.

Everything went blank.