Couple went to the bedroom

Amy walked ahead of Jacob, her hips swaying with a new, practiced rhythm that made your stomach clench. She didn't look back. Jacob followed, his hand possessively on the small of her back, guiding her. They disappeared down the hallway, swallowed by the shadows at the end.

Jessica's outstretched hand was an anchor in the storm of your thoughts. You took it. Her skin was soft, warm. She pulled you to your feet. "He won't be gentle with her," Jessica said, her eyes glinting in the dim light. "He never is. She's in for a very thorough evening. You could say she's in a stretched out night as well. Hehe."

You guys follow after Amy and Jacob joining them in their bedroom. The bedroom was a sanctuary of decadence. A king-sized bed with black silk sheets dominated the space, a stark contrast to the pristine white walls. There was no clutter, only a few pieces of dark wood furniture that looked both masculine and expensive. The air was cool, and carried the faint, clean scent of Jacob's cologne.

Jacob was already on the bed, leaning back against a pile of black silk pillows. He had unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a chest that was a landscape of hard muscle and faint scars. Amy was standing by the foot of the bed, her back to you, her hands clasped in front of her. She looked like a virgin sacrifice presented to an ancient god.

Jessica led you to a large, overstuffed armchair in the corner of the room, a seat from which to watch your own dethroning. She pushed you gently into it. "Just watch," she breathed, her lips close to your ear. "This is the main event."

Jacob patted the space on the bed beside him. "Amy," he said, his voice a low growl. "Come here."

She turned, and for the first time, her eyes found yours. They were wide, glassy, filled with a terrifying mix of fear and lust. For a single, heartbreaking second, you saw your Amy. The girl from the college dorm. The girl who loved cute stuff animals who major in English. She was... No will be your wife. You thought.

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