Page 45 of Broken Pieces

“We don’t want much from you,” Max says and my eyes move to him. He stands with his arms folded as he leans nonchalantly against the wall opposite me. “Just your complete obedience and believe me, we will get it. It’s up to you how difficult the road will be to get there though.”

He pushes off and squats down next to me, one finger tipping my chin up. “Now, you’re going to do everything we tell you to do and I expect no arguments from now on. Understood?”

I nod because what else am I going to do? Seems I underestimated them and whatever their revenge plan actually entails.

Opening my mouth, I push my tongue out and Maddox moves the bat just out of my reach so I have to chase after it like a dog hungry for a bone.

Dragging my tongue along the length, I try not to taste myself and I keep going until he finally pulls it away.

“That’s better. It’s nice following orders isn’t it?” Max pats me on the head and as degrading as it is, it also makes me feel a little better, like I really did do a good job.

The comforting touch doesn’t last long as he grabs my hair, holding his masked face close to mine. I squint against the bright glow searing my retinas.

“You going to be our good girl and keep following our orders?”

He loosens his grip on my hair just enough to let me nod.

“Good. Now you’re going to run back to your dorm and you're not going to wash this come off. I want to still smell it on you, the next time we see you.”

“Next time?” I ask, with an uneasy mix of fear and hope.

“You didn’t think we were done with you, did you?” Maddox says as he stands up and starts pacing slowly in front of me. I wish I could see their faces to help me understand what they’re feeling.

Moving closer to me, he strokes my hair and I lean into his touch, but he pulls away all too soon with a low chuckle.

Max unties my wrists and my body’s so spent I can’t hold myself up without them. He catches my head just before it hits the ground and lays me down.

“Remember, this body is all ours,” he says quietly in my ear. "You’reours."

The intensity of his words makes him sound more like Maddox and I wonder if I mixed them up.

Then without another glance my way, they both walk off.

They got what they came for and they'll keep getting it no matter what.

I’m left shaking in the dark, my body too weak to even move. Fat tears won’t stop rolling down my cheeks, but a crooked smile stays on my lips.

It’s a twisted feeling, but finally I feel like I’m home again.

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Maddox

I’ve not felt this happy in, how long has it been now, two years?

All it took was tit fucking my slut of a stepsister.

Who would have thought that would be the solution to all my problems?

If I had known, I would have done it a lot sooner.

It’s been agony having to wait this long before we made our move, but Max wanted to be physically ready before he touched Violet again. I respected his wishes and helped him get to where he is today since he refused to go back to physio.

I'm making him keep lookout whilst I go up to Violet's room so he can have a breather. Neither of us has slept much and Max has been so on edge about needing to be near Violet, that we've slept in the car more than once. I can see it's taking its toll on him though, he's even more irritable than usual.

It’s pretty quiet in the dorms, most people seem to have already left for summer break and there’s just a few stragglers left behind, finishing their workload off like Violet is.

I’m sure I’m not the first guy to sneak up here so I’m not too worried about getting caught.

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