Page 8 of Líadan's Code

“I thought we were going to have to send a search party. It doesn’t do to keep us waiting. It won’t change how much fun we’re going to have, pet.”

She says this as if I’m an errant child who’s refusing to attend a party, instead of about to have my innocence ripped away. A large hand fists my hair while his other grabs my arm, yanking me onto my feet.

I watch as my father winces as he touches his side in surprise across the room, and I wait to see if he’ll fall. There are about four of my pins stuffed into his body, though it didn’t make a lick of difference. He’s still fucking standing.

“This isn’t right,” I spit out, trying to jerk away from the large man behind me. I can’t see him, but I can feel his presence, and his hands may as well be the size of dinner plates. I’m going to have bruises, though that isn’t likely to be the worst thing that happens tonight.

Cormac walks toward me, rolling his eyes as he gazes at me.

“They want to see what they’re paying for, little slut,” he growls in a low voice as he pulls out a large knife. “They’ll fuck you bloody either way, so don’t move. If I accidentally were to cut you from navel to sternum, they won’t care.”

The man behind me shakes me so hard, I swear my brain rattles. The people around me remind me of snakes, biding their time to strike. They gaze dispassionately as Cormac slides his knife through the silk of the dress. I hiss as he purposely draws blood like an asshole.

“It appears, first blood goes to me, you heathens,” he calls out as he rips the dress off my body and tosses it away. For good measure, he cuts away my thong as well, putting it up to his nose to inhale deeply.

His eyes roll as if my pussy was the best thing he’s ever smelled, making me shudder with revulsion.

He’s playing the room perfectly as he steps back with a smirk, tossing my panties to someone else and working them all up.

The group cheers and jeers, but all I can hear are my own panicked breaths and the pounding of my heart. It’s as if I’m in a bubble and I can see them talking without hearing anything.

Daddy opens his suit jacket, checking himself as the adrenaline begins to fade and he realizes he’s hurt. The blood is staining his white tuxedo shirt, and as he pulls out a long pin, he looks up at me in accusation.

I hope you fucking die from infection, Daddy.

“My daughter is of the mindset that she has choices,” he says, the sound hurtling toward me as it pierces through my panic. Dropping the pin, I hear it hit the floor as he slowly buttons up his coat.

“Tonight, she will be introduced to the underbelly of the family. No one will ever speak of this night, as she is underage and not practicing consent. We will all pretend it never happened, while Líadan lives with the knowledge that she’s to blame for this.”

My lips part, but I can’t speak because someone shoves a large gag in my mouth. It’s shaped like a long cylinder with a large hole in it, and all I can taste is the latex of the gag. I can’t imagine what it’s for, but I can only moan and gag in discomfort as it’s shoved inside my mouth.

The ties are then secured tightly to the back of my head, and I’m forced to stand there naked and gagged as my father continues to speak. The hulk behind me has my wrists bound tightly against the small of my back, and hope slowly begins to die inside of me.

“There are responsibilities we all have as an O’Brien, yet she shirks them every day,” Daddy booms out. I don’t know what any of these are, since I’ve been attending school or online classes all of this time.

Those are the only responsibilities I’ve been told about. “We deal in skin, sex, and misery. Most of you brought your pets with you, knowing you’ll be fully accepted in my home, despite your sexual proclivities. Each of you will get a turn with my precious daughter if you so choose one, but her virginity will go to…”

I really am being auctioned off like an animal, and blackness threatens to overtake me. A voice growls, “If you pass out, they’ll take their turns regardless. The difference is, you may not survive it.”

Do I even want to get out of this alive?

Blood slides down my skin, though the small wound no longer hurts. A woman with long blonde hair piled up on her head walks idly over as Cormac goes through the pieces of paper he has in a hat.

The insanity of this all makes me attempt to get free from the mountain of a man behind me. All it gets me is a slap by the woman in front of me, except instead of slapping my face, she assaults my breasts.

“Such beautiful, supple skin,” she murmurs. Her hands and arms are covered in leather gloves, and I whimper as her fingers ghost down my skin. I press myself against the man behind me as if it’ll save me, but he only chuckles as he pushes me forward.

“How do we know she’s a virgin, Seán?”

The woman may as well have yelled as the room quiets, her hand making a steady progress through the blood flowing down my body toward the apex between my legs. I don’t want to be touched, but I can’t say anything as I keen, unable to get away.

I’ve kept my promise to myself and Daddy that I would never cry again. No matter what happens, my eyes will remain dry.

“Shh,” the woman snaps. The giant behind me moves his hand from my hair to grasp around my throat, effectively silencing me as he squeezes. “I’m playing now, the merchandise shouldn’t speak.”

“She’s a virgin, Ciara,” Daddy drawls, walking across the room as if he doesn’t have several sharp knives embedded in his body. “Líadan would never give away the only part of her that has any importance.”

I’m barely even a person to them as they discuss me. The pressure around my throat and lack of air help me float a bit as Ciara strokes the slight hair along my pussy absently before moving down to push her fingers inside my entrance. It burns, making me whimper in pain as she forces herself deeper.

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