Couldn’t think of a decent name.
This story has degradation, netorare, voyeurism?, and bullying.
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I move the door as quietly as I could. Not daring to latch it, I leave it an inch ajar. Almost like an x-ray, I don’t see the door, but whats on the other side, as I back away from the scene I just witnessed. Breathing heavily, I knock into a picture frame, barely feeling the pain shoot through my elbow. Standing as still as possible, I stare at the door, listening for the sound of panicked movement on the other side. Theres silence as I try to regain control of my breathing. My heart tries to burst through my chest, and I’m sure the thud is heard beyond the door. Unsure if I want the two beyond to wrench the door open, or if I prefer it to stay closed, I wait for them to make the decision.
“…thought I heard something.” I hear half a sentence uttered from the voice of a familiar man, and my blood boils as I realize the view I saw moments before was no hallucination or mistake. “Put me back in your mouth.”