Sins Of Her Venom

- Glyndon Walton: (Song for the first half of the chapter: Crazy on Love by Beyoncé)

It had been two days since the party. I hadn't seen Kathrine since then.

Saturday night was chaos, and on Sunday, like every Sunday, I went to church. I sat in the confessional and told the Father about all my sins.

He absolved me, as he always did, and I promised—like I always did—that I'd be better. And for a moment, I believed I could be.

Monday came and went to school, but Kathrine was nowhere to be seen.

Her brother, Nick, was around with Nancy, but Kathrine wasn't. It was strange.

For someone like her, who practically lived for her perfect attendance, it didn't make sense.

Now it was Tuesday, and her absence still hung in the air like an unspoken question.

At school, I ran into Alex near the lockers.

Our group was gathered, loud and obnoxious as always, laughing about whatever nonsense came up.

"Still no sign of Kathrine," I said, leaning against the locker.

Alex snorted, rolling his eyes. "Maybe she finally got the hint and decided to drop out. One less fag to deal with."

"Yeah," I said, smirking. "Let's hope she never comes back. God knows this school doesn't need any more of her… type."

The group burst into laughter, some of them clapping each other on the back like it was the funniest thing in the world.

For a moment, the absence of Kathrine didn't seem so strange anymore.

Classes dragged on. Math first, then English, followed by biology. The usual lineup of subjects I couldn't care less about.

Kathrine's seat remained empty in every class, a silent reminder of her absence.

—-

After the final bell rang, Alex and I said goodbye to the rest of the group and headed toward the parking lot.

The afternoon sun was already low in the sky as we climbed into Alex's car, the familiar rumble of the engine cutting through the quiet.

"You want to stay over, tonight?" I asked as Alex shifted into gear.

"Yeah, why not?" he said, leaning back in the driver's seat. "I don't feel like going home anyway."

By the time we arrived at my house, it was close to 6 p.m. The driveway was empty except for Clara's cheap Honda. She was the only one home, as usual.

Clara greeted us as we stepped inside. "Hi, Glyndon. Hi, Alex. How was school?"

"It was fine," I said with a shrug, not bothering to stop.

We made our way upstairs to my room, where Alex threw his bag onto the floor and stretched out on my bed.

"I need a shower," he said, already tugging at his shirt.

"Go ahead," I said, gesturing to the bathroom in my room.

While Alex disappeared into the bathroom, I grabbed a spare set of his clothes from the closet.

He stayed over so often that he had a drawer of his own at this point.

After grabbing my clothes, I headed to the guest bathroom for my shower.

When I returned, Alex was already out of the shower, towel-drying his hair. I handed him his spare clothes, and he muttered a quick thanks before changing. "Thanks, pretty."

He didn't move to change, though. Instead, he stayed rooted to the spot, his gaze fixed on me.

"You're staring," he said, smirking as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Am not," I said, my voice sharper than I intended because I genuinely wasn't staring.

But Alex didn't let up. He stepped closer, closing the gap between us, and the teasing glint in his eyes softened into something heavier.

"Yeah, you are," he murmured, his voice quieter now, almost a whisper.

His hand lifted, brushing a strand of hair from my face, his fingers lingering just long enough to send a ripple of unease down my spine.

And then he kissed me.

It wasn't soft or hesitant; it was firm, almost demanding as if he'd been waiting for this moment.

His lips pressed against mine, his movements confident, and for a second, I froze. I have never felt the spark people always talk about in movies and novels.

There was no rush of excitement, no thrill that coursed through me.

But I kissed him back anyway because that's what I was supposed to do, right?

He is my boyfriend and I love him, that is why I always believe that people lie about that spark.

His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, and I let my hands rest against his chest.

His skin was warm, and his heart beating steadily beneath my fingertips.

When his tongue grazed my lower lip, I parted for him, letting him deepen the kiss.

We moved toward the bed, our steps uncoordinated, as his hands roamed my back and sides, tugging at my towel.

It came off with ease, followed by his own.

He kissed me again, his lips trailing down my neck, and I tilted my head to give him better access.

When we hit the bed, I sank into the mattress, Alex hovering over me.

I tried to respond in kind, mimicking his movements, but it felt mechanical.

Piece by piece, the rest of our clothes came off. I let him guide me, let him set the pace, and when he finally moved against me, I closed my eyes and forced myself to stay in the moment.

I made the sounds I thought I should make, whispered his name when it felt right, and wrapped my arms around him like I was desperate to keep him close like the good girl that my parents and my future husband want me to be.

When it was over, Alex collapsed beside me, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. "That was…wow. I'm really happy that we are each other's firsts and we will get married and be one another's last too. I like how nobody except us knows our bodies. Don't you?" he said, grinning as he turned to look at me.

I smiled back, forcing the corners of my mouth to lift. "Yeah," I said softly, avoiding his eyes as I rolled onto my side.

(Song for this half of the chapter: Hunted by Isabel LaRosa)

When Alex received a phone call, his expression tightened, and I knew he'd be leaving soon. " Agh, fuck. who is calling?"

I was deep in thought, I didn't even realize he picked up the phone already.

He muttered something about needing to take care of something, then started pulling on his clothes.

I sat on the bed for a moment, watching him, before getting up and walking over to the window.

The street outside was quiet, the dim glow of the streetlights casting long shadows across the driveway.

As I looked closer, my gaze snagged on something—or someone.

Far off at the gate, a tall figure stood motionless.

They were draped in a hoodie, their face obscured, their posture unnervingly still.

I couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman, but the way they stood, angled slightly toward the house, gave me the unnerving feeling that they were staring directly at me.

A chill prickled along my spine. I couldn't move, couldn't look away.

My heart started to pound. I wanted to believe it was a trick of the light, but something about them felt deliberate, menacing even.

"Glyndon?" Alex's voice startled me. I turned quickly, my breath catching. He was fully dressed now, his keys jingling in his hand. "You okay?"

"I—" I glanced back toward the gate, but the figure was gone.

The spot they'd been standing in was empty, as though they'd vanished into the night.

My eyes darted around the area, but I couldn't see anyone, not even a shadow.

"I thought I saw someone," I mumbled, barely audible, more to myself than to Alex.

He frowned and came closer, sliding an arm around my waist and pressing a kiss to my temple.

"Probably nothing. You've been overthinking too much lately." His lips brushed mine briefly before he pulled away. "Lock the balcony after I leave, okay?"

I nodded, still shaken, but I didn't say anything else.

Alex grabbed his jacket, kissed me one last time, and walked out, the door clicking shut behind him.

Left alone, I stood by the window for a long time, staring at the gate. No one was there now. Maybe I'd imagined it.

Maybe I was just tired, my mind playing tricks on me.

But no matter how I tried to shake it, I couldn't forget the way the figure had stood there, unmoving, watching.

I turned away and sat back on the bed, my hands trembling slightly as I rubbed at my temples.

"It's nothing," I whispered to myself, trying to convince the gnawing feeling of unease to leave. "Just sleep. I need sleep."

But as I laid back, pulling the covers over myself, the image of that shadowy figure lingered in my mind, an unwelcome guest in the quiet of my room.

I Couldn't help myself; my hand found its way to my panties, my finger caressed the layers of my pussy that were wet.

I'm so horny.

Five minutes is not enough for me, Kathrine was right I have never orgasmed with Alex.

Maybe he really doesn't know where the G-spot is.

I don't know either. I only know my clit. I want more. I crave more thank one orgasm, I want more and more.

I'm sinful, women shouldn't have high sex drive. I'm going to hell for touching myself.

I'm scared because I crave more.

As I closed my eyes, the thought of Kathrine spreading my legs, smirking at me with her mouth on my pussy, her fingers inside my, her tongue on my clit, her beautiful big soft hand that touched mine at the party to get her earphone back, is not gripping my thigh.

I bit my lip as my orgasm hit me so hard, I rolled my eyes to the back of my head and, a loud whimper escaped my mouth " Kathrine~"

My toes curled, my finger pinches my nipple, as I felt the wetness pooling out of my pussy as Kathrine dived in licking me clean while gripping my thighs in a bruising grip.

The realization of where my imagination had gone made me freeze in place.

Shock coursed through me, and I suddenly felt shocked at what had just happened.

I stood up quickly, rushing to the shower to clear my mind.

-

When I stepped out, with the towel around my body, I heard it.

I heard a faint sound from the corner of the room. My heart skipped a beat as I turned to the TV.

The video on the screen made my blood run cold—it was me, the exact moment I had just experienced.

My breath hitched as I saw myself on the screen, Laying down on my bed with one of my hand in my panties and the other one on my boob as I moaned her name "Kathrine."

That exact moment of me moaning her name was in the loop right on my TV.

Someone had filmed me, but how?

The angle seemed to be filmed from the balcony, which is why I quickly rushed to the balcony, panic flooding my chest.

Nobody was there.

I could feel my heart pounding, and all I could think was that if whoever filmed this video publishes it, everything would change, my life is going to be destroyed.

Who filmed me?