Erased Evidence

The sound of the lock clicking echoed through the empty locker room, sealing the space in a tense, suffocating silence. Jarred—trapped in Rachel’s body—lay sprawled on the cold tile floor, her chest heaving as he tried to steady her breathing. Her heart pounded in her ears, a mix of humiliation and lingering arousal coursing through her. This can’t be happening. This can’t be real. But it was. And Nevyn, still controlling Lila’s body, stood over her with a predatory grin plastered across his borrowed face.

“You really thought you could get away with it, didn’t you?” Nevyn purred, his voice dripping with mockery as he crouched down, his—Lila’s—eyes gleaming with malice. “Humiliate me? Expose me? Oh, Jarred, you’re even dumber than I thought.”

Jarred’s jaw tightened, her fists clenching at her sides. “Go to hell, Nevyn,” he spat, but even her anger felt hollow, overshadowed by the lingering tremors of pleasure still rippling through Rachel’s body. How could it have felt so good? How could I have let it happen?

Nevyn chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent a shiver down Jarred’s spine. “Oh, I’m not done with you yet,” he said, his voice a dangerous whisper. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against Rachel’s ear. “You’re at my mercy now. And I’m going to make sure you regret ever crossing me.”

Before Jarred could react, Nevyn’s hands were on her, rifling through the pockets of Rachel’s jeans. Jarred’s eyes widened as he realized what he was after. The phone. The video. He’d completely forgotten about it in the chaos, but now it was all he could think about. If Nevyn got his hands on it, all evidence of his twisted game would be gone.

“No!” Jarred shouted, her hand darting out to grab Nevyn’s wrist. Her fingers wrapped around his arm, but Lila’s body—under Nevyn’s control—was stronger than she expected. “You can’t—”

“Oh, I can,” Nevyn interrupted, his voice dripping with venom. With a swift, brutal motion, he twisted her arm away and pinned it to the floor. His free hand slipped into her pocket, pulling out the phone with a triumphant smirk. “And now, I will.”

Jarred thrashed beneath him, his panic surging. “Stop! You can’t delete it! I’ll—”

Her protests were cut short as Nevyn’s hand moved again, this time sliding down her body with deliberate, cruel intent. Jarred froze, her breath hitching, as his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her jeans. “You’ll what?” Nevyn taunted, his voice a low, dangerous purr. “Beg? Scream? Or maybe…” His fingers found her, teasing her already-sensitive flesh with a vicious skill. “…you’ll just shut up and take it.”

“Don’t—!” Jarred’s voice broke as a wave of unwanted pleasure crashed over her body. He tried to fight it, tried to push the sensation away, but Rachel’s body betrayed her, responding to Nevyn’s touch with a humiliating eagerness. Her hips bucked involuntarily, and a choked moan escaped her lips.

“That’s it,” Nevyn cooed, his voice laced with cruel amusement. “Let it out, Jarred. Let me hear how much you’re enjoying this.” His fingers moved faster, their rhythm relentless, driving Rachel’s body closer to the edge with each passing second.

Jarred’s mind raced, her thoughts a chaotic whirl of anger, shame, and—worst of all—arousal. He wanted to scream, to lash out, to do something to stop him, but her body refused to obey. Instead, he lay there, trembling, as waves of pleasure washed over her body, each one more intense than the last.

And then, with a cruel smirk, Nevyn’s fingers thrust inside her, eliciting a sharp cry from Jarred’s lips. “You’re so wet,” he mocked, his voice a sultry whisper. “Rachel’s body really does have a mind of its own, huh? Or maybe…” He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. “…maybe you’re just starting to enjoy this.”

“I’m not—” Jarred tried to protest, but his words words were cut off by another moan as Nevyn’s fingers curled inside her, hitting a spot that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. She bit her lip, trying to stifle the sounds, but it was no use. Rachel’s body was too far gone, too lost in the sensations Nevyn was forcing on her.

“That’s it,” Nevyn whispered, his voice thick with mockery. “Let go, Jarred. Show me how much you love it.”

Jarred’s nails dug into the floor, her body trembling as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. He tried to fight it, tried to hold back, but it was no use. With a cry of surrender, she came, Rachel’s body convulsing with waves of ecstasy as Nevyn’s fingers continued their merciless ****.

As the aftershocks subsided, Jarred lay there, panting, his mind a hazy blur of shame and exhaustion. He wanted to disappear, to hide from the humiliation of it all, but Nevyn wasn’t done.

“Pathetic,” he sneered, pulling his fingers away with a cruel smirk. “You couldn’t even last a few minutes."

“You wanted to humiliate me, Jarred,” he said, his voice dripping with malice. “But now, it’s your turn to feel what it’s like to be utterly, completely at someone else’s mercy.”

As he rose to his feet, Jarred’s eyes landed on the phone still clutched in his hand. Her heart sank as he unlocked it, his fingers moving quickly to delete the video. When he was done, he held it up, the screen now blank, and smiled. “There. All gone. Just like your plan.”

With a cruel laugh, he tossed the phone aside, the sound of it clattering against the tile floor echoing through the room. He then turned back to Jarred, his gaze locked onto hers as he slowly spread Lila’s legs, his fingers slipping between them with a deliberate, mocking slowness.

“Now, let me show you just how good Lila’s body feels,” he said, his voice a low, sultry whisper. “And just how much you’re going to hate yourself for enjoying it.”

Jarred’s breath hitched as Nevyn began to touch himself, his borrowed body reacting with the same shameless abandon he’d **** on her. He wanted to look away, to close her eyes and pretend this wasn’t happening, but he couldn’t. Her gaze was locked on his, her body trembling with a mix of fear, shame, and something she was too afraid to name.