Page 20 of Wicked Revenge

I don’t know how long I've actually been locked in this room, since Grams was murdered in her bed and I was stolen from our home. My only concept of time outside these four walls is a visit from an elderly man about once a month. He has visited me ten times since I've been here. I think he is a doctor or something.

He never speaks to me directly and I am blindfolded by a guard before he comes in. He just tends to any wounds I have gently, and sticks me with a needle in the crease of my arm, drawing blood, I think. I don’t understand why, but the next visit I get from King after the old man visits, he is always angry.

The doctor came yesterday.

I don’t know how to keep going. A scream rips from my throat and I choke on it behind my gag. My mind withdraws from the safespace I created to block out the pain and brings me back into the moment.

He plunges his cock into my ass so hard I feel my insides rip, and I know I’m going to be bleeding from there again. This is normal when he comes to visit me. All I know now is pain and blood.

“You’re a worthless whore,” he grits out as he takes a fist full of the wet canvas bag, and my long blonde curls and yanks my head back to bring his face closer.

His other hand comes to the front of my face, gripping my jaw tightly through the bag and turning my head to him as far as it will go.

“You have one thing I need, and you can’t even give me that. This is your punishment, and you’re going to take everything I give you.You will give me what I want like the little slut you are,” he grinds out. His brutal thrusts punctuate the last few words.

I hear him spit on me before I feel the warm saliva slithering down my ass cheek and mixing with the blood. I want to curl up and die. The lewd sound of his cock plopping free of my ass fills the room seconds before he plunges quickly into my pussy and empties himself there.

One more piece of my soul dies as he pulls out of me, flipping me over and gently rubbing his hand over my hair through the bag.

“Yes, Little Wolf, you’re going to give me what I want, aren't you?”

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My body aches, and it feels like I’m floating. Pain radiates from my head. My mind drifts in and out of consciousness mixing the present with the past in a way that makes it hard to tell if I am dreaming or awake.

I think I hear voices whispering around me, but it feels like my head is inside a drum and it might explode at any moment. I don’t know where I am, but parts of my body are cocooned in warmth while other parts feel painfully cold. My eyes are so heavy I can’t open them.

Despite the pain and confusion, I feel safe. It’s something that should surprise me, but I don’t have the willpower to focus on that feeling right now. My mind is starting to black out on me, losing the battle with consciousness fast. The last thing I hear before my mind goes dark is “Cherry,” and that only adds to my confusion.

Chapter 12

The pain in my side barely registers as Alek helps me to my feet. It's a deep cut that will need stitches for sure, but pain is something I welcome.

I can feel the warm, sticky blood soaking through my clothes as he helps me out of the bedroom and back into the living room, forcing me to lie down on the couch.

“Just stay here, you crazy fucker, while I hunt down a kit,” he demands before walking away to do just that.

I grunt as I sit up, because yes, I am a crazy fucker. I don’t need to be coddled. Getting to my feet, I stumble my ass over to the built-in bar and swipe a bottle from the top. It's too dark to tell what it is, but I really don’t give a fuck as long as it burns on the way down.

When Alek comes back in, he finds me across the room with a bottle to my lips mid-pull. He walks over and snatches it from my hand. “What the fuck did I say?”

“Sorry, Daddy,” I pout, winking at him on my way back to the couch. I don’t miss the way he clenches his perfectly chiseled jaw at my antics.

Oh, he liked that. I fucking knew it!

I like to think of myself as a sexually open-minded person. I’m attracted to people based on their personalities, not what’s between their thighs. I won’t deny I’m attracted to both Royal and Alek, brothers or not. If that makes me a fucked up person, I never claimed to be anything else. I’ve never openly acted on the attraction, or outright told them, but they know me well enough to know the door is open should they feel the same.

“Could you just listen for once in your goddamn life, Maddie? You’re going to make it worse. Let me take care of you.”

Fuck. The daddy vibes are just dripping off of him tonight, but I don’t push him anymore. I’ve got something else on my mind, or rather someone, and she is the reason he has to take care of me at all.

My Bloody Cherry.

The moment I saw her tiny little figure in the dark room, I knew it was the same girl from Twisted that sirened me in the hallway. I tried to take her down, but the little shadow surprised the shit out of me, pulling a blade on me so fast that I didn’t see it coming.

My cock is still rock hard from her little magic trick, and thinking about it again has my cock twitching inside my pants. My piercings throb with need at the idea of making her bleed next time. I bet she tastes as sweet as she smells.

My raging boner doesn’t go unnoticed by Alek either since his arm is pressed against me as he stitches up my wound. “Fucking hell, Maddie, put the sword away. Now is not the time.”

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