Twisted

Five days passed by, and the tension in the container became worst.

Zayn could feel it coil around them like a serpent, tightening its grip with every passing moment.

He tried to keep his frustrations in check, but it was getting harder and harder.

The need to dominate, to claim, to possess, was gnawing at him like a persistent hunger.

His nightly sexual intercourse with Maya became a ritual of sorts, a way to release some of the pent-up rage and lust that had been festering inside him.

But even that wasn't enough, especially with the supply running low.

"Please, let me borrow him!" Hannah's voice trembled with desperation as she clasped her hands together, her eyes pleading.

She couldn't take it anymore—the temptation was unbearable. She was one of the closest women to him, yet he remained just out of reach. 

Maya's face twisted with anger, her nails digging into her palm as she prepared to lash out.

'How dare she?'

But before she could spit out a single word, Zayn moved.

Without a glance at her, he stood up, reached for Hannah, and pulled her away, leading her toward the back.

Maya was beyond speechless. Just like that, she was dismissed. Just like that, he had chosen someone else.

At the back of the shelter, hidden by the makeshift curtains. 

Without a word, he pinned her against the cold metal wall that was covered with a thick, threadbare blanket.

The material was soft against her skin, but it was the heat of his body that sent shivers down her spine.

He claimed her mouth with the hunger of a starving man, his tongue demanding entry as his hands roamed her body.

Zayn kissed her like he was trying to consume her body, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip.

She gasped, her own hands reaching up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as if she could somehow meld herself to him and become one.

Hannah searched his eyes, hoping to find a hint of gentleness, but all she saw was a man driven by his own desires.

A bitter knot formed in her chest as realization set in. To him, she was nothing more than a momentary distraction, a means to satisfy his own needs. 

Shame and disappointment filled her, but still, she couldn't pull away. A part of her had wanted this—had wanted him

And just like that, she let him cup her breast, the heat of his hand burning through the fabric of her shirt.

Her pinkish nipples protruded under his touch, and she moaned louder, arching into him despite her own conscience screaming for her to push him away.

His other hand found its way to her thighs, the fabric of her underwear damp with the evidence of her arousal. He began to rub her clit in slow, circles, the friction sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body.

Her legs trembled, and she leaned into him for support, her breath coming out in ragged pants.

Maya and the others sat in silence, forced to listen as Hannah cried out his name in pure ecstasy.

Every sound echoed through the room, leaving little to the imagination. They didn't have to see it to know just how much she was enjoying herself—the pleasure in her voice said it all.

After they were done, they slept for a few hours before stepping out and rejoining the group as if nothing had happened. 

This time, it was Rose who approached him. She didn't ask. She didn't hesitate. She simply grabbed his hand and pulled him away, claiming him without a single word.

But once they were inside, she didn't kiss him. Instead, she reached up, gently touching his lips before shaking her head.

"I'm not here to do that with you," she whispered. 

Zayn was confused but didn't stop her, letting her do as she pleased. She leaned in, wrapping her arms around his head, and now, her lips were on his.

"I think someone is watching us," she whispered against his lips. "Don't be too noisy, or they'll know."

"What do you mean?" he asked, his brows drawing together.

She didn't sound like she was referring to the other girls. There was something else in her tone.

Instead of answering in a normal way, she leaned in closer, her lips grazing his ear as she whispered, "I think there's a camera in here, watching us. Just like those sick rumors on the deep web."

A chill ran down his spine.

If that was true, it meant they were trapped in some kind of twisted game, designed by people with sick, depraved fantasies.

The thought made his stomach turn.