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Austin stepped into his apartment and unzipped the bag, pulling out the camera before he stowed the backpack in his roommate’s closet. He had filmed her fucking herself a few times and despite how much it turned him on, she never let him touch her. Hell, Heather never let any man touch her.
He sighed, stepped into his bedroom, and turned on the light over his desk, powering up his computer. He caught sight of himself in the monitor just before the Windows logo appeared.
“What the hell are you doing?” he asked his reflection. He still had no answer to the question he’d been asking himself ever since he first caught her with the sheets down and her legs wide. The wetness dripping from her pussy had pulled him into the dark room and he hadn’t been able to shake her since.
Even worse, when she sent those sincere blue eyes in his direction, he seemed to lose his mind completely and had no doubt that if she asked him to get her out of that hospital; he would be compelled to do her bidding.
He shook the thoughts from his head and stripped to his underwear, debating between sleep or transferring the video. The thought of seeing her naked again made his cock twitch and he opted for transferring the video before getting some rest.
Austin plugged in the camera and found the beginning of today’s recording. With a few key strokes, the screen filled with the video as it transferred real-time. Just the sight of her naked, with her legs spread wide, made his cock hard and his hand dropped into his underwear, stroking slowly as he watched. The fact he was near blowing his load within a few strokes gave testament to the power she held over him, and when her lips wrapped around the tip of the giant dildo he let out a quiet groan, remembering just how good she was at blowing him.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispered when the giant dildo slid into her ass and he sped up his hand job. The buildup tightened the muscles in his legs and heat pulled from the tips of his fingers, rocketing toward the center of his body. Just before he blew his load, a form stepped behind Paige on the screen and his hand stilled. A chill encompassed his entire body as the stranger’s cock joined the dildo in her ass. He blinked at the picture of him sucking her clit and the cock slowly fucking her at the same pace he was moving the giant dildo.
He reached over and turned up the audio, her soft pant as well as Austin’s sucking sounds filled the room along with the wet sounds of fucking. No one was in the shower with them tonight. He was the only one fucking Paige, but the video before him said otherwise.
A voice he had never heard before whispered, “Come for me, Paige.”
Her moan followed along with her demand of “Faster!”
Austin shivered and slid away from the screen when his form stood and joined the vibrator in her pussy.
The camera clearly showed two men fucking her, and she was moaning with each plunge. Despite his fear, Austin’s cock demanded release and his hand stroke picked up along with the pace of the two of them double teaming Paige on screen.
A hot stream of cum covered his hand the same moment both men grunted on the video. Austin kept stroking, even as the man fucking her ass just dissipated like a drift of fog. “Fuck,” he muttered as another thin spurt covered his flesh. He slumped in the chair, letting the cum just drip off his hand onto the carpet as the remainder of the evening played across the screen. When the video ended, he grabbed a towel and cleaned his hand and lap, still staring at the blank screen.
“I must be fucking exhausted,” he muttered, unable to trust what he thought he saw. It took him two more viewings, one on the computer and the other on the camera, to start believing that he wasn’t the only one in that shower.
Instead of following the instinct that something supernatural had occurred, he shoved those thoughts away and tried to grasp at any explanation that could exist. Nothing logical could wipe away the chill forming in center of his being, and sleep was just as elusive as a reasonable answer.
When his alarm went off the next morning, Austin dragged his ass out of bed and into the shower. The fog of no sleep wrapped around him as he washed and rinsed his body. His eyes flew open at the memory of her telling him a ghost had possessed him the other night.
“Holy fuck,” he whispered.
She was telling the truth.
A bang at the door made him jump. “Don’t take all the hot water!” Heather’s voice bled through the door, reminding him that he had been zoning out.
Austin shut off the water and rushed through his morning routine, anxious to get to work and see Paige. He had a million questions circling around in his head and for the first time since he peeked at her file, he thought perhaps she might be the one telling the truth.
* * * *
THE MINUTE HE CLOCKED in, he headed straight for her room, opening the door without a second thought.
Dr. Schaeffer shot his gaze from the paper on his clipboard to Austin’s face. His features hardened.
“Did you let her take a shower?”
“I told you it was someone I had never seen before,” Paige said before he could speak.
Austin’s gaze bounced to hers for a moment and then back to the doctor’s. “I wasn’t working last night.”
His face pinched in aggravation. “Well, if you find out who let her shower, let me know. I want to have a word with them.”
“Okay,” Austin said and traded a glance with Paige before taking his leave. He stepped out of the room and closed the door. The fact she didn’t give him up to Dr. Schaeffer confused him. With everything that had gone down, she could have hung him out to dry and he wouldn’t really blame her. Not with his less than professional behavior.
He kept an eye on her room and the moment the doctor left, he crossed to the door and stepped inside.
Her gaze met his and she offered a strained smile before returning her eyes to the small window frame.
“Um, I have a question,” Austin said, pulling her gaze back to him.
“What?”
The lack of enthusiasm in her voice yanked at his heart, like she had all but given up hope. “What you said about me being... possessed...” He trailed off when her eyes rolled back in his direction.
“I’m delusional,” she said. “Or hadn’t you heard?”
“Why did you cover for me?” he asked, starting with the easier of the questions floating in his head.
A rose hue filled her cheeks and she offered a one-shoulder shrug. “You let me have a shower and some clean clothes.”
Austin glanced at the door and then took a seat next to her. “You earned it,” he mumbled and looked at his hands. “And I’m feeling like shit for everything I’ve done.”
“I hated you after that first night,” she whispered and he moved his gaze to hers. The blue of her irises shimmered under a layer of tears. “But last night,” she started and trailed off, blinking. A tear slipped out of the corner of her eye.
Every detestable act made him shrink inside his skin and he dropped his head into his hands. “I’m sorry,” Austin said.
“Don’t be. Last night was incredible. Maybe I am more of a sex freak than I care to admit,” she said, pulling his gaze back to hers.
He huffed a laugh. “Would that be because I wasn’t the only one in the room with you?”
Her eyes snapped wide and the rapid blink made him smile.
“You saw him?”
Austin laughed. “Not while we were... you know. But he’s on the video in living color. Who is he?”
“Hunter.”
A chill settled into his bones. “Your fiancé?”
She nodded.
Austin dropped his gaze to the floor, studying the pattern before he stood. His tired brain couldn’t wrap around everything. Up until he saw that video, he hadn’t believed in ghosts. Hell, he didn’t believe in Heaven or Hell, or angels or any supernatural shit.
“Where are you going?” Paige asked when he stepped toward the door.
“I need some air,” Austin whispered, his chest tightened when he glanced at her. He stopped with his hand on the door handle. “He possessed me the other night, didn’t he?”
“You said yes,” she shrugged. “You’re the one who let him in.”
His hand clamped on the metal as his jaw clenched. “You begged me to say yes.” The hint of a smile that appeared on her lips burned the lining of his stomach. “So last night was all for him?”
Her smile faltered as she met his glare. She opened her mouth to speak and then dropped her eyes to the floor. When she pressed her lips together, sucking the lower one between her teeth, Austin thought he was going to punch something.
All that electricity he felt the night before was all because of a fucking ghost. He turned the doorknob.
“No.”
Austin blinked, staring at the door wondering if her soft answer had been a figment of his imagination.
“At first it was, and then...”
He inhaled and glanced over his shoulder before letting the air out of his lungs.
“And then you let me out of the restraints.”
Her gaze met his and damn it, a zap of electricity sent a shock wave through him.
“And it bothered me that you didn’t believe me.”
“I’m not sure what I believe any more,” he said. She hadn’t conceded that any of the mind-blowing sex had been for him, but the admission that it wasn’t all for a ghost fanned that spark. He offered her a smile and left her with those words.
The rest of the day crawled by, and Austin’s exhausted brain just kept skipping forward to when his next rounds would bring him back to her room. It wasn’t until late in the evening when he glanced through the glass. His hand stopped on the doorknob.
Another girl was in the room standing at her bedside with her back to the door. The anger etched in Paige’s face was enough to burn the paint off the walls. He stepped away and pulled up the visitor register on the computer at the nearest nurse’s station. No one was listed as visiting and Austin headed back to the room.
This time he didn’t hesitate, and when he stepped inside, Paige’s fiery gaze moved to his.
The girl’s back stiffened, but she didn’t turn.
“I’m sorry, but Miss. Turner isn’t allowed to have guests.”
The girl turned, leveling a green-eyed glare in Austin’s direction before exchanging a glance with Paige. “Fine,” she said under her breath before spinning on her heel and storming out of the room.
Paige’s gaze bounced between the door and Austin.
“Why did you do that?”
“You aren’t supposed to have visitors,” he answered, taken back by the panic in her voice. He crossed to the side of the bed. “And you looked upset.”
She pressed her lips together and her blue eyes shined in the low light. “You have to stop him.”
Austin tilted his head to the side and looked at the door before bringing his gaze back to Paige. “Who?”
“Hunter. He possessed April and he’s going after Max,” Paige whispered, but her eyes were wild with worry.
“Paige,” Austin started.
“Please. I don’t want him to hurt anyone. They didn’t mean to kill him, they just... I don’t know, but he’s got murder in his heart. He wants them to pay for what they did,” she said and tears spilled down her cheeks.
“Is that what you were arguing about?”
Paige eyelids fluttered in confusion.
“I saw you through the window.” He hooked his thumb towards the door. “Your... friend never signed in.”
Paige pressed her lips together. “She isn’t really my friend. She is convinced Max gave her the ring.”
Austin glanced at her left hand and raised an eyebrow at her. “I’m guessing Hunter?” He nodded toward the engagement ring glistening on her left hand.
Her eyes followed his and she nodded. “It has an inscription.” She straightened her finger. “Go ahead. Then you won’t have any doubts.”
Austin hesitated. Until this moment, everything was still conjecture. Except, of course, the second person on the video. When his hand touched hers, he almost drew back. He didn’t want to know, but at the same time, knowing she wasn’t as crazy as a bat would be comforting.
The ring slid off easily and he held it at an angle. The inscription read: P... my forever love... H.
Austin closed his eyes and curled the ring into his fist. While not absolute, it was enough to confirm part of her story. She hadn’t been lying when she told the doctor the guy proposed. But the leap to possession, could he really make that? The stone bit into his palm and he opened his eyes with a sigh.
He slid the ring back on her finger and met her gaze. “Where?” he asked before he lost all nerve.
Paige didn’t answer right away and her gaze dropped to the spot between her bound feet. “I don’t know. Maybe the fraternity house, but I’m not sure if he’ll do anything with other people around,” she answered and bit her lower lip.
When she met his gaze, he offered a nod for her to continue, and when she didn’t he raised his eyebrow. “Which fraternity house?”
“Beta. Beta Theta Pi.”
Austin looked at his watch and bit his lip. “I can’t leave until my shift is over.” Her eyes flashed in that panicked way that made him stiffen.
“Please...”
He held up his hand, stopping whatever plea she was gearing up for. “I only have a half hour, and then I’ll go to the fraternity house and see if I can find them. Okay?”
Paige pressed her lips together and dropped her eyes. Her nod was slow and when her gaze returned to his, Austin sighed. Tears laced her eyelashes.
“I can’t just leave, Paige,” he said, his voice soft and she nodded, but didn’t speak.
“I know, it’s just... I don’t want him to do anything as horrendous as he was ranting about,” she finally said.
“You told him how you felt about hurting Max, right?”
She nodded.
“If he loves you, it will eventually sink in.”
“And if it doesn’t?”
Austin held her stare and shrugged.
* * * *
AUSTIN SAT IN HIS CAR staring at the fraternity house wondering what the hell he was doing. With a sigh, he slipped out and crossed the front of the house, stopping in his tracks at the scene unfolding within the house beyond the large bay windows. Shock dropped his jaw and after a moment, he closed his mouth, recovering some of his bearings.
The girl Paige insisted had been possessed by Hunter, was engaged in a lewd orgy with a group of fraternity brothers and as he stared at her naked form fucking with abandon, heat stirred in him. Watching had always been a turn on and Austin knew it was sick and twisted to just stand there, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away and his feet wouldn’t budge from the spot.
Green eyes flashed in his direction as if she knew he was watching through the window and he stepped into the shadow of the trees, hiding his presence and keeping the spectacle within sight. He curled his hands into fists to keep himself in check. He didn’t need to be caught jerking off on the front lawn.
The scene seemed familiar, and his brain flashed back to Paige’s recount of that night in the doctor’s immaculate scrawling script. As four men took on the blonde bombshell in the window, Austin kept envisioning Paige being ravaged in the same way and her cries for mercy drowned by the number of cocks flooding her mouth with semen.
“Shit,” Austin whispered, and stepped farther into the shadows, shaking the visions from his head. Just the thought of her in the same situation burned, and raw anger bit into him, cooling the heat of his voyeuristic tendencies. His heart clamored against his ribs, jumping to a frantic beat, and his breath whistled from his chest as he gained control. Lifting his eyes again, he studied the unfolding orgy through the eyes of a clinician.
She kept going. When one man gave out and stumbled away, another took his place and she seemed to be reveling in each depraved act. Austin huffed a laugh. If the tables were turned, he might be just as tempted to know what a woman’s orgasm felt like. From the look on the slut’s face, she was enjoying every sensation.
A flash of lights drew across the window, interrupting Austin’s train of thought and he ducked behind the closest tree trunk. As the rumble of a car cut off, Austin glanced around the oak, his eyes trailing a very distracted Max as he stepped inside the house.
Austin stepped back to the spot that afforded him the greatest viewing. He had a moment to wonder what Max’s reaction would be to seeing his girlfriend fucking the entire frat house, before all hell broke loose.
To say Max was unhappy was an understatement, and for some unknown reason, his blind tirade pleased Austin. If he had pulled all the shit Paige said he did, this is exactly what the bastard had coming.
His girlfriend laughed at him and continued fucking the fraternity members she had already been coupled with, but based on the shock and fear in their eyes, if they hadn’t already been inside the vixen, Austin didn’t think they would have touched her, even if their lives depended upon it.
The telltale shudder of orgasm gripped both of them at the same time and they pulled away from her. She stood, opening her arms wide and egging Max on in some fashion. The profile of his red cheek gave Austin a hint of the level of his fury.
Max backhanded her, and even at this distance, Austin heard the smack. Her head snapped to the side and her hair obscured Austin’s view of her face, but when she looked back at Max, Austin swallowed a gulp of air and took a step backwards, right into the solid wall of the tree.
Her swing was coupled with a flash of steel that sliced across Max’s throat. Red splattered her and it took Austin a moment to understand what was happening inside. Max wasn’t the only one who was on the receiving end of her wrath. By the time she was done with her rampage, she looked like the character in the movie Carrie, soaked in the blood of the dead.
The lights went out in the living room and Austin blinked, frozen to the spot where he stood, shaded by the tree, and hidden from view by the bushes. Fear kept him in place and it took her a while to appear in the doorway. When she stepped onto the stoop, he slid behind the tree, unnerved by how clean she was.
After the girl drove off, Austin slowly lowered himself to the ground and held his head in his hands. The massacre he witnessed still burned on his eyelids and his throat closed around the stream of bile that rose, but he couldn’t stop it. He rolled onto his hands and knees and vomited before climbing to his feet and crossing to his car, spitting the vile taste from his mouth.
Austin drove without purpose, his mind unable to wrap around what he witnessed. His tired brain turned over every outcome, from him stepping inside when he first arrived, to interceding during the rampage, and each scenario left him just as dead as the rest of the men in that house. He shivered, justifying his inaction as best he could, but the guilt still clung to him, like the taste of vomit in his mouth.