Masturbation Drabble 4 by Elektra Pendragon "Are you masturbating?" Cold voice. Even colder gaze. Scornful? Mocking? Amused? Something else... The boy with the frightening blue eyes tilts his head, looking down to my lap where my chained wrists are crossed over my groin. A dark eyebrow bounces once, heavy lashes throwing shadows over his cheeks. "I wasn't...I'm..." Embarrassed. He says he's been watching--has he seen me? Seen her? Oh, god, he's coming close. Why does he do this to me? I press the chain against my fly, hoping the hard bite of pain will keep me from... From... Giving in. Can't give in... "Can I watch?"