chapter 2

2.

In an instant the room flipped—frozen silence snapped back into raucous energy.

"Damn, Olivia's totally smitten with Amelia! Dropping cash just to see a video?"

"Wait—so she's crashing the wedding as bridesmaid and stealing the bride?"

"Elijah! Quick, pull up the phone!"

Blood roared in my ears. Heat surged to my face. I spun on him.

"Elijah, you bastard—delete it. Now!"

I lunged for the phone, fingers desperate, but he only unlocked it with a lazy smirk and handed it straight to Olivia.

Rage ignited inside me. Before I could think, I swung—and slapped Elijah across the face.

His expression hardened instantly—cold, unflinching, untouchable.

"Olivia's a girl—let her watch. What's the big deal?"

I searched his eyes for a shred of remorse—but all I found was chilling entitlement.

"Guys~ Found Amelia's video!" Olivia giggled. "So Amelia got fucked by… what a waste."

She stuck out her tongue and hit play with a teasing grin.

In an instant, my whispered moans and gasps filled the room—intimate, humiliating, unbearable.

All the color drained from my face.

"Turn it off!"

Rage slammed into my chest like a hammer—I screamed, raw and guttural.

Olivia only laughed, weaving around the table as if it were some sick game of tag.

Then someone stuck out a foot.

I stumbled and crashed to the floor before I could catch myself.

"Amelia's body? Top-tier lesbian fantasy material! I've felt Elijah's junk when he was hard—still smaller than my toys. Amelia, babe, you should try me instead. At least I'd treat you right—never make you pay a cent."

The room erupted in laughter.

A tidal wave of shame crashed over me, swallowing thought, sound, breath.

I wasn't a person to them—just a toy, a punchline in their drunken circus.

All I could think about was the video. Deleting it. Erasing every trace.

"Delete it!" I shouted, my voice cracking.

Olivia bounced on her toes, eyes bright with mischief.

"Roger that, my goddess!"

Then she sighed—almost wistful, though her smile dripped with malice.

"Good things are meant to be shared, you know. I'm really tempted to forward this to the whole group."

And Elijah?

He just stood there, watching—smiling faintly, indulgently.

I scrambled to my feet, snatching my phone off the floor.

Fury, humiliation, and a suffocating wave of nausea twisted inside me. Tears spilled over—I wiped them away with the back of my hand, hard.

Amid the cruel laughter, Elijah finally noticed me.

A flicker of guilt crossed his eyes. "Amelia… it's just a 30-second clip. Your face isn't even in it…"

I opened my mouth to scream at him—

—but Olivia plopped onto his lap, grinning.

"You filthy dog—did Amelia's moans really get you hard? You're poking me."

"Don't move!" Elijah's focus snapped entirely to her. He pulled her closer, voice low and rough. "Or you'll make me lose it."

"If anyone's putting out that fire, it's Amelia—not me. I don't service dogs," she shot back, smirking.

Another voice laughed, "Olivia, how come we've never seen you with a girlfriend?"

She wrapped her arms around Elijah's neck, grinding her hips playfully. "My standards are high. Elijah, just hand Amelia over to me."

"No way," he chuckled, tapping her nose affectionately.

A crushing helplessness slammed into my chest.

It was absurd—like I was a prized object, tossed between them like trash wrapped in silk.

In their words, I was treasure.

In reality, I was nothing but a joke—used, mocked, and ignored.

"Then… you three. Looks like Elijah really hit the jackpot."

I couldn't take another second.

Hands shaking, I dialed the police.

"Hello, officer… I need to report a crime."