Page 41 of Savage

The vibrating wands are moved agonizingly slowly down our bodies, and once they’re pressed between our thighs, Bane orders, “Turn on the movie. Let’s watch the entertainment.”

As the screen comes to life once more and the masked man from my past walks into view, bile rises from my gut and burns its way up into my throat.

I’ll always hate myself for this, even though it was forced on me. I was pinned down and made to endure it. This is what finally broke me. It was the first time in my life when I wanted to die.

The scene changes to me on a cold metal bed, bound by my ankles and wrists. I’m naked.

I shut my eyes, fighting back the tears. There’s a harsh swat to my cheek, and when I open my eyes once more, my mother is glaring at me.

“You’ll watch this, and you’ll come. Just like you did on that bed all those years ago.”

“Please, stop,” I beg, hoping there’s an ounce of humanity left in her, but it’s futile. She’s nothing more than a robot. Cold and uncaring.

“Ah, here comes the star of the show. Rayne enjoyed this so much.” Bane’s voice is filled with glee and revelry as an enormous Great Dane is brought into the room on the screen.

I turn my attention to Harper who’s looking at me. Her eyes are filled with tears as she shakes her head. She mouths, it’s okay, but I don’t believe her.

This isn’t okay. It never will be.

As the night my mind finally broke replays on the screen and my childish screams echo through the speakers, the vibration of the wands is increased and there’s nothing Harper or I can do to prevent our inevitable climaxes.

I hear Bane chuckle. It’s a menacing sound.

“You’re not a victim,” my mother whispers in my ear. “Victims don’t come. Look how you’ve soaked that bed. Did you really enjoy it that much?”

I remember my bladder letting go that day. The wetness is urine from when my fear overwhelmed me. But eventually, as the masked man taunted me with his toys and allowed the dog to lick at me for what felt like hours, I did come. An orgasm did rock through me, leaving me ashamed and crying because I realized I wasn’t human anymore. I was nothing.

When the screen finally goes black, my mother looks at me and says, “Do you want to watch it again? Because you will, over and over, until you admit how much you enjoyed it.”

“You’re a sick bitch. I will kill you.” It’s a vow I make as I spit in her face.

The saliva lands on her cheek, but she doesn’t seem perturbed. It’s Bane who slaps my face so hard I see stars.

“You will respect your mother.”

“Fuck you,” I bite out as I look up at the bastard who’s broken my life, my world, and my will to live.

I can’t bring myself to look at Harper. She’s just watched me being forced to come, repeatedly, by an animal. The thought makes me want to puke.

“Let’s go for a swim,” Bane says.

I can tell I’ve enraged him. There’s an evil look in his eyes. The guards undo my bindings, and I’m ripped from the seat. My mother gets to work on stripping me of the gown I’m wearing while two of the guards do the same to Harper. I can see she’s trying to fight them off, but there’s no way she can. They’re far too strong.

For a brief moment, our horrified gazes lock before we’re dragged out of the house and into the garden.

I know we’re about to meet a watery end when I see the lake beyond the lawn,

16

HARPER

I’m dragged outside behind Rayne. I want to tell her it’s going to be okay, but she’s not looking at me. I wish she would trust in my feelings for her. I know Dante loves her, and I do too. And after what I just witnessed, all I want to do is hold her and protect her from having to endure anything like that ever again.

Anger is surging through me. Bane is a monster. He’s evil. I’ve always known that, but I never thought he could be so perverted. He enjoyed watching that video of Rayne. I can’t imagine what’s going through her mind right now.

The thought of my beautiful girl in that video sends ice through my veins. She’s the sweetest, kindest soul, yet she’s experienced savagery that no one should ever have to endure.

I don’t understand how she can be so lovely, so caring, when she’s experienced such horrors. I’m pretty sure that scene in the video is what broke her in the end. It would have shattered me. My sanity would have been obliterated if I’d had to go through what she did. The thought of being used and toyed with by a sadistic bastard, like her owner, sends revulsion coursing through me.

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