Dead Dove Do Not Eat

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Jaxon is pinned to the bed, her older brother Norman breathing heavily down her neck.

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"You're such a naughty bitch," Jaxon growled into her ear. His hand slid up and down her thigh. "Can't believe you're like this."

Padparadscha waits with bated breath for Rutile's response. His heart races, the anticipation almost unbearable. He can't help but imagine her typing back, her words dripping with desire. His mind is filled with fantasies of what he'd do to her if he could have her.

Yellow finally looks up from his phone, glancing at Padparadscha. He sees the look on his face, the hunger in his eyes, and the realization hits him like a ton of bricks. He stands up, his chair crashing to the floor, and storms over to Padparadscha's desk.

Padparadscha jumps, startled, as Yellow grabs his laptop, the screen now displaying his inappropriate messages to Rutile. He opens his mouth to protest, but Yellow's words cut him off.

"You sick fuck. You've been playing her this whole time. I knew it."

Padparadscha's face turns bright red, his lips trembling. He knows he's been caught, and there's no going back now.