13 Forgotten Lover

Breathing in this ugly world was hard enough.

Yet, she found it even harder to breathe as she peered over the contents on her laptop. Her forehead and palms were beginning to drench in sweat. In her mind, all Rhea could think was that they were probably filming weird porn like Emma Whitlock's racy dark genre. The site called BDSM Junkies was encased in all black and white and she easily found it but had to sign up as either a 'creator' or 'member'.

Rhea slowly but surely clicked the member button and it immediately flashed her to provide details and a username. She quickly mulled over something to type. Her username wound up being whatever random thing popped up on the top of her head along the lines of, 'Alien01'.

A message popped up on the screen, "Welcome mistress~ We hope you have a pleasurable experience with BDSM Junkies! Please respect our creators and your fellow members while navigating through the site and posting comments. If you need help navigating or have any questions, please visit your account channel under the help section. Thank you~"

This was it. Rhea kept her eyes closed as she created the account and went through the message screen. And my god, it fully exceeded her expectations. Her eyes must have bulged from their own sockets. There were dark and lewd images plastered onto the site. She scrolled. BDSM Junkies was basically a live streaming site catering to those into kinky acts!

Rhea almost choked on air because right before her, she saw them. In no time at all, there were her sex crazed neighbors on the very front page of BDSM Junkies!

Both were completely half naked, something usual she was accustomed to by now. Yet they looked even more surreal and irresistible to women more than ever. Irresistible to all but Rhea because she was practically immune knowing full well their tastes just didn't mesh well with hers.

The headline went, "Number 1 Dom Aziel and Dom Zeven goes live tonight". She couldn't believe her eyes, staring slack jawed. Rhea clicked on their page and navigated through what seemed like a library of videos. More or less, this was like some fancy version of a porn site but with an added twist of bondage and the like thrown in.

She took a deep breath and clicked further to her demise.

When she went to Aziel and Zeven's page, an introduction video began playing without her consent. It looked as if they had hired someone to record them. The brothers were sitting down on a beige couch and looking into the camera. They were both dressed very formally in black tuxedos, taking her by surprise.

Hot damn...Oops, she meant her poor eyes!

Like this with them dressed to woo an entire population of women, it seemed like a different version of them she wasn't used to.

Aziel smirked confidently into the camera, even giving a wink so deadly she was sure ladies definitely fell charm for. That wink shouldn't even be legal. Her heart almost did this weird thing where it beat but she hit her chest violently so it wouldn't betray her mind. She continued watching, unable to tear her gaze away.

"Hello ladies, I'm Dom Aziel."

Zeven remained cool and composed as ever, only offering a slight nod. "Dom Zeven."

"We're twins and are here to rock your world...Literally."

"Could you tell your viewers why you started filming?" the cameraman asked.

Aziel proceeded to answer. "Zeven and I started out as aspiring actors. But as college students who needed quick cash, we stumbled upon BDSM junkies because a friend recommended us based on our...rather peculiar taste for bedroom sex. You know, dominating the other sex in bed with whips and...Ha, I'm sure you know what I'm talking about if you're on this site. But it started out as something to pay our tuition fees and before we knew it, we were making a fortune thanks to you lovely viewers."

"That's right. You've easily climbed into the number one spot within three months. That's no easy feat! No one has ever accomplished what you two have, with millions of subscribers and fans all across the world. Could you tell your rivals, as well as every fan wondering, what is your secret to your success?"

M-Millions of fans and subscribers?! There was no way that was true...Her eyes flickered over the amount of views on the introduction video itself spanning several million views. What the hell?! The numbers were real and unchanging. She gulped, astonished that she was living next to famous kinky porn stars!

She wasn't sure how to face them the next time her unfortunate soul ran into them, if there would even be a next time for that matter.

This time, Zeven was the one who was the center of attention as he leaned into the microphone. "There's no secret. Aziel and I emerge our true selves through the screen by utilizing professional story and video techniques with or without broadcasting live. We realize most of the doms here were emotionally unattached or simply focused only on the sex part. But that's where we are different. We dominate our women and fuck them with the high class and attention similar to that of a real lover, providing background and story on par with the romance movies you'd see in the theaters."

Rhea slowly took the information in. She didn't believe his words. After all, this site simply looked like videos meant for lewd acts without the romance part. Nothing in her eyes seemed romantic about this!

Aziel chimed in, "Minus the fucking and ropes and whatnot..."

Rhea kept watching until the end as they answered more questions about themselves. When it finally ended, she was going to stop altogether and shut her laptop. However, the video auto played one of their latest uploads. The video was titled, 'Forgotten Lover'. This video was at least two hours! What the...She was so confused because instead of a regular porn video that went straight to sex, it started like something straight out of a movie scene.

The production was so high in value that she had to do a double take to make sure if it was real.

Zeven and a tall blond woman were dressed in wedding attire, standing in front of the altar and whispering their undying vows to one another. The camera zoomed in on Aziel who seemed frustrated, as if his eyes were pinning for the same woman and instead of being the one beside her, he was sadly watching in the audience.

Flash forward and one evening, Zeven and the woman were heading home from a thundering night. It was dark and they were arguing about something before a large truck appeared right before them. Everything went black and when she awoke, she had lost her memories from the car accident.

The person she saw after opening her eyes inside a hospital was the man that claimed he was her husband, "It's a lot to take in but I'm your husband. We got into an accident and you lost your memories..."

For the life of Rhea, she didn't know why she kept on watching but she could easily tell the twins apart and knew that the man before her was Aziel who claimed he was her husband. An hour had passed and there she was still on her bed, watching the movie with her eyes glued to her laptop. She had reached the part where the protagonist discovered his true identity and began to uncover her memories.

She ran toward Aziel and slapped his face. "You lied to me! You're not my husband...Who...Aziel, you're his younger twin brother...Oh my god," she held her head in pain as the flashbacks continued to surface.

And then she clutched his chest in fury. "Where is my real husband? What did you do to him?"

"He's dead."

The protagonist began to shake all over as she shook her head in denial. She took a step back. "...No, I don't believe you."

Aziel took a step forward and caught her wrist. "I don't care what you believe but that night you both crashed, my brother died. And now, you are mine. I'll make you submit to me no matter what it takes."

"Let go of me!"

The scene of him looking at her in between conflicted struggle of love and pain were all painted on his features. "...Please. Tell me. Did you not love me at all during the time that we were husband and wife? Not even when we...kissed?"

"No."

He frightfully dragged her down the hallway and into the bedroom. She tried hard to scream and resist but Aziel had expertly bound her hands against the bed pole. The protagonist tried kicking him as he closed in on her, holding onto both legs so she wouldn't make a huge fuss.

At this point in the long drawn out movie that managed to completely catch Rhea's attention, she imagined the protagonist was her. So much that she pictured herself inside that movie. It was like she could feel the tension through the screen, as Aziel grabbed hold of both of Rhea's legs to stop her from kicking him.

He pulled her dangerously close so their foreheads were a mere inch away.

"I'll make it so you love me even if that means I have to use force," he whispered, taking off his tie. "Here, I'll put this over your eyes so you can imagine that it's my brother."

Rhea, now the protagonist, cringed as he put the blindfold on. She couldn't see anything. All she could hear was Aziel take off his clothes and then the sound of her clothes tearing off.

"Stop!" Rhea shouted, a tear sliding down her cheek. "Please, not like this."

"Just once. I've always yearned for you. My brother has always gotten everything I wanted and you were the thing I wanted most. Please, just this once. 'Rhea', I love you. I truly love you...so much!"

He leaned in and claimed her lips, absurdly reminding Rhea of what it felt like when he first kissed her during that incident where he thought she was one of his torture liking women. All she could do was suck in her breath and feel the soft yet rough feel of his lips invading to where she didn't want to accept him.

Suddenly, the scene warped and both the protagonist and Rhea's imagination made it so that Aziel was kissing her lips in front and Zeven appeared. It was as if Zeven's spirit like form was coaxing her as he held her deliciously from behind to calm the rest of her resistance.

"Zeven, what..." she was soon hushed as Zeven's hand laced over her back.

"Shh, just imagine that I am really here by your side."

Rhea was still tied and blindfolded, yet knew knew it was him because she wasn't entirely the protagonist but watching and imagining through a screen.

After Aziel's lips parted from hers, Zeven used a finger to tip up her chin so that she could kiss him. His lips were everything she shouldn't want but she found herself craving each of their endless explorations. But when Zeven and Rhea kissed, Aziel dipped his attention to her neck. And then, she all but moaned and lost all reason. The two of them were wrecking her reason and igniting what she was desperately trying to hold back.

Reality prompted her awake as her phone rang.

EARTH TO RHEA!

She nearly dropped and smashed her cursed laptop onto the ground as she picked up her phone.

"...Damien? What's wrong?"