Page 39 of Obsession

Her senses were assaulted by the scent of her attacker. She knew that whoever it was that had found her needed to die or she would never be free.

She shot down from the tree with a vicious strike, baring her fangs and sinking them into the shoulder of the man she heard coming up the tree for her.

The man wordlessly submitted to her attack.

She engulfed him and crushed the air from his lungs. When he was firmly caught in her grasp and turning blue, she released her deathly grip and swallowed his head, ready to consume the man trying to capture her.

She suddenly froze, the taste of him was familiar…too familiar. Slowly she pushed with every muscle in her throat, spitting out the man…the man she loved.

“No…please God no!” Ren cried. She was shifting back into a woman.

As his head was freed from her jaws, she saw that it was Callum’s head as it lolled and drooped sideways.

His once piercing beautiful eyes were bloodshot and filled with a blank gray stare. His skin was mottled with shades of black, blue, and purple. A single bloody tear rolled down the side of his face.

She panicked and unclenched the muscles that were pinning him against the tree. He fell like a wet rag doll to the dirt below with a subtle thud.

She fully returned to human form herself and hung by her hands from the nearest branch.

She dropped and knelt beside him, shakily running her fingers over the flesh heavily dimpled with the imprints of tree bark.

“What have I done? Please don’t leave me.”

She opened her mouth to scream, but the sorrow locked in her throat as she fought to suck in air. Tears and strings of drool dripped from her face just before a heavy fist smashed into it and claws sunk into her shoulders.

The harsh reality of her failed escape, the bitter sharp tang of defeat settling heavily in her mouth like ash and dust.

“I’ve got her.”

Grayson was there with a sinister look upon his face.

“You didn’t think you could be rid of us that easily did you?” Bastian asked as he stopped a foot from her face that lied in the dirt next to Callum’s motionless body.

Thirty-Nine

Upon her return to the mansion, Ren faced the wrath of the brothers.

“You have taken so much from us. Our brother. Our trust in one another. Our trust in you.” Bastian listed the reasons he wouldn’t ever let her go again.

“You owe us a debt of gratitude for your life.” Grayson said.

“Take my life then, It’s not worth living without love.” Ren let heavy tears fall from her eyes.

Her punishment was severe, a painful reminder of their power and control over her. While her heart was broken by the mistake she had made, they utilized it and carved up what remained of her bright humanity.

“That’s just it. You have my love, pet. I will show you just how much too.” Bastian cooed while circling her as she wept on the cold hard floor.

Forcing her to take their tortures of pleasure as they saw fit would be the best case scenario in Bastian’s twisted mind.

“I’ll have you screaming in pain while you ride my cock. Taking it in turn with my brother. Grayson will have his fill ofyou as well. He has agreed to set aside his jealousy for the good of our relationship.”

Together the brothers got creative. They brought down nearly three thousand years worth of unspeakable torment on her, using disturbingly imaginative methods to ravage her body and mind.

They’d lavish her with gifts and pamper her in her recovery before beginning the process. The once familiar surroundings of the mansion seemed more menacing than ever, each opulent room a stage for her punishment.

Grayson's calculated cruelty was a harsh contrast to the comfort she had briefly found in him.

Bastian's commanding presence loomed larger, his authority over her more oppressive than ever.

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