Page 61 of The Favorite Girl

“Don’t do anything…” I pleaded in a hushed tone. He shot me a look knowing if he did, they’d kill him.

Or worse, they’d kill her.

“Enjoy watching two become one, my dear friends and family. I’m thrilled that we have another graduate.” Dr. Ivory beamed before taking his seat next to Mrs. Ivory.

I laced my hands together as Mason Davenport undressed and walked to the bed. Closing my eyes, I decided I wasn’t going to watch.

“And as a friendly reminder, if you choose to close your eyes at any portion of this showing that is years in the making… well, you’ll be punished accordingly,” Dr. Ivory added as he scrolled through his phone.

Looking over, I saw his screen was full of tiny squares. He was watching us all. This room had to have cameras everywhere.

“Bradley, Daisy is already going to endure worse because of your indiscretions with Conrad, but if you choose to not watch… then Demi is next,” Mrs. Ivory threatened.

He didn’t move, he didn’t make a sound. He just kept his eyes open, blankly staring forward. I could have sworn he hadn’t blinked even once.

Daisy walked back into the room, and my palms felt clammy. She was wearing the black lace outfit with a dog collar on her neck. But what made me want to vomit was that Conrad was holding the leash. He jerked her so hard, her tongue flung out of her mouth as she gagged.

“Fuck this,” Bradley rasped and stood.

I grabbed his leg and shook my head. “Don’t. They’ll…” I didn’t have to finish the sentence since he already knew they’d kill us both.

Sighing, he sat back down, and I saw Dr. Ivory type something rapidly on his phone.

“Phase out, think of the Titanic,” I whispered.

But then I couldn’t think of a movie, I couldn’t think of anything. I saw Mason grab the dog leash and throw Daisy onto the bed. She carefully positioned herself on the towel, and my heart sunk.

Conrad stood in the corner of the room, watching them both. Mason took his briefs off and pressed her legs apart. My eyes were burning; I couldn’t watch this. But I could also see the glare from Ian Ivory’s phone in my peripheral, and I knew he was watching us.

Daisy’s head was propped up against multiple pillows, and her eyes slammed shut as an expression of pain grew on her face. Bradley made a sound like his heart was shattering. Mason began moving faster, rougher, and I knew this had to be torture for Daisy. Speakers turned on and we could hear Mason’s moans mix with Daisy’s cries. She was actually crying out in pain. He grunted, holding both of her wrists above her head.

“My beautiful bride, you are so tight… Let me see you bleed for me… Prove to me that I’m your first,” he chanted as he clamped his teeth into her neck.

Seconds later, he yelled out in ecstasy, tossing his head back and erupting into laughter.

“Move, Mrs. Davenport.” He tugged the towel from underneath her. Turning toward us, he lifted it up and showed us the blood-stained towel as if it were a trophy.

“Ian and Daphne, you make the greatest creations.” He waved and moved away from the glass before grabbing his briefs and tugging them back on.

Daisy didn’t say a word, but then again, who knew how long it had been since she had spoken or been spoken to.

Who knew if she could even speak at all?

I didn’t dare look at Bradley; I was too much of a coward to do so. I stared down at the concessions, thinking of the irony.

There was a time in my life I’d have devoured every ounce of the food on this tray. But now, I didn’t want to even touch the food in front of me. I was scared if I ate a piece of popcorn or an M&M, then I’d be reminded of this moment, tarnishing both items forever.

Having to kill my sister was something that ruined me, but this… seeing an innocent girl be raped in front of her older brother, wrecked me.

At least I was able to put my sibling out of her agony and pain.

Bradley had to watch her suffer and wither away, knowing she’d only endure more once she was forced to leave this place with her new husband.

I waited impatiently, wondering if we’d get to leave. I wanted to talk to Bradley, I wanted to give him a hug and tell him something that would make him forget what he just saw.

But this family knew no limits.

And now, Conrad was going to make sure it was his turn to make it known that no one could ever win against the Ivory family.

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