"Shit," I muttered, staring at the screen in half-horror, half-fascination.
It was the last week of the show. Sam and I had come up with the idea to hack into the cameras, to mess with Robert and everyone. And since they'd be watching the final four, Sam included, I'd wound up sneaking into the control room.
But I definitely did not expect to find this.
I'd pulled up a few scenes from the beginning. Ellis and Lindsay fighting, Emily's alter ego, etc. Nothing surprising. Therefore nothing good. So I'd gone to the ones that were a bit more recent. Just… week seven, or so.
And found out that Damian and Cameron had taken "Sexuality" a bit too seriously.
Despite swearing I wouldn't utter a sound, the word had slipped out when Damian pinned Cameron to the bed. I was frozen in place for several seconds, feeling like I was watching a car crash. Until their shirts came off.
"Okay!" I froze the video as quickly as possible, my eyes still too wide. It wouldn't have been nearly as bad if I hadn't known the two of them.
It took a minute for me to relax, but after I did I couldn't help wondering…
I hit a few keys on the control panel, fast forwarding the video, before looking back up at it and actually biting back a scream.
"That image is permanently etched into my brain," I muttered, quickly resetting the tape. I'd seen some pretty scarring things in my twenty years, but that had topped them all.
"Oh, God," I said to myself, vaguely surprised that I was still speaking English. My head was spinning. I'd expected something relatively interesting, but I was thinking more along the lines of a cat fight.
My thoughts were finally settling when I remembered what I was doing there in the first place.
I sprinted out the door and down the hallway. "SAM!" I yelled, still trying to get that image out of my head.
In fact, I was so focused on that that I crashed into someone who was decidedly not Sam.