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My fingers tremble slightly as I obey, sliding along my wet folds. I can almost feel their gaze on me like a physical touch. It's as if the room itself has become a stage for their desires, and I am now a willing participant in their twisted game.

A twisted game that might just bring me the thrill I have been craving for so long.

"More," Abel's voice commands, darker and more insistent. "Don't hold back. Give in to that darkness inside you."

His words send a thrill down my spine, igniting a primal need within me to please them. I slide my fingers lower, circling my entrance, teasing myself as Cain and Abel watch intently from wherever they are.

I tease myself, bringing my fingers back up to circle my clit slowly, the pleasure building with each stroke. The thought of them watching, of their dark desires mirroring my own, intensifies the sensations coursing through me.

"More," Abel growls, his deep voice making me yearn for his praise too. "Don't hold back. We want to see you come."

I arch my back, overwhelmed by the conflicting emotions—desire, fear, and the forbidden thrill of submission. Cain's voice echoes in my mind, urging me on, coaxing me towards the edge of pleasure. I moan softly, the sound echoing in the dimly lit room.

My fingers move faster now, seeking that elusive release. I'm so close, teetering on the brink as the intensity builds with each passing moment.

Suddenly, Cain's voice breaks through the haze of my arousal, low and commanding. "Did you like the pain earlier, Hydessa? When you pinched your nipple? Do it again."

I hesitate, my mind swirling with conflicting emotions, but the desire to obey them and finally get my orgasm outweighs my reservations. I reach up, fingers finding my nipple again, and I pinch and twist it roughly.

“Harder,” Abel barks, his voice like a whip cracking through the air.

Without thinking, I obey, my fingers twist almost violently and my other hand jerks against my clit. It's an overwhelming feeling, the pain heightening the pleasure, driving me closer to that elusive climax. I moan louder, the sound reverberating in the room, my whole body now trembling.

"That’s it, come for us, little shadow," Cain commands. "Let go."

With a desperate cry, the tension inside me snaps and I surrender to the pleasure they demand. My body shakes as waves of ecstasy wash over me, lost in the moment of release that Cain and Abel managed to pull from me.

As I lie there, breathless and sated, the room gradually returns to silence. The neon masks on the TV flicker and then disappear. Conflicting emotions swirl within me—shame, desire, and an unsettling craving for… more.

They could still very well be watching me. I make it my mission to find the damn camera tomorrow, but for now I will let them think they have won something. And to an extent, they have.

Cain and Abel have awakened something primal within me, a dark hunger that defies reason and logic. Despite the danger they represent, despite the rational part of me screaming to resist, another part—a deeper, buried part—already longs for them.

Chapter 14

Cain

I’m achingly hard and desperate to cum. Our darling girl is absolutely beautiful, the memory of her body completely spread out and flushed with pleasure has desire still pulsing through my veins.

It was perfect. She was perfect. And I don’t think either of us will be able to hold out much longer.

My brother has already disappeared, her glove pressed close to his nose. No doubt going to fuck his own hand until we can fuck her pretty pussy ourselves. Him running off the second the call ends comes as no surprise; his impulsive nature often leads him to seek immediate gratification.

I should really be doing the same, but instead I continue to watch her as she gets beneath the covers and settles down to sleep. I know Abel will return to stare at her on the screen, driven by the same desire that consumes us both.

We have every little detail planned out, nothing will stand in our way from owning her. So far everything has gone like clockwork, but there is still so much more we have planned. She needs to accept the darkness inside of her, she needs to surrender to it before she can completely take her rightful place between us.

It is almost painful to watch as she holds herself back. We have witnessed her interact with the people here and she has a sixth sense for what lies just under the surface. It is clear why she has made such a great detective in the city.

But why is she still holding back here? She can feel it too, I know it. There is an extra energy to the island, warning everyone that comes that we are not what we seem. So why is she ignoring it? If Hydessa can’t accept how dark and depraved she truly is, then she won’t be able to accept that in us either.

Her taking our orders tonight was a good first step, but there is still a long way to go. We need to get her out of her head and smash whatever thoughts are in there that tell her to keep part of herself locked away.

As much as I hate being the voice of reason and control, that is my job in this dynamic. So I will keep watching, keep manipulating from the shadows.

Her orgasm has drained her of all remaining energy and I can hear her breathing level out. I adjust the camera to zoom in on her and those perfectly pouty lips I wish I could slip my cock between.

My finger hovers over the screen, tracing the contours of her face as if I could bridge the distance between us, as if I could feel the warmth of her skin through the cold glass.

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