Page 9 of Hunted for the Holidays

ABUSE ME BY EXHABIT

The sound of thick snow crunching beneath my boots rips through the serene silence of the woods as I stomp through the trees. Each step pulls me deeper into my thoughts and further away from the mess I just left behind me.

Yesterday was wrong. I shouldn’t have enjoyed playing with Derek’s little toy as much as I did, but Charlotte’s tear-filled eyes and innocent fear as she choked on my cock were intoxicating. It was as if she was fucking made for me–no, forus. Our perfect little pet. But that’s ridiculous. She’s a toy to be used, nothing more. We should have fucking killed her when we had the chance.Then it could’ve been just me and Derek, alone and together–the way it was always meant to be.

His dad married my mom when I was thirteen, and I was so excited to finally have an older brother. What really caught me off guard was the feeling I got in my stomach when I met him, though. He was attractive, but his confidence and charm was so magnetic that I became obsessed with him from day one. No other person had ever called to me like that before. Deep down, I knew the way I felt about him was wrong. Thefantasies I let play in my head when I jerked off; thewantinghim. It was all so wrong. But I couldn’t help it. Everything about him is dangerously seductive, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t seem to clear the haze that settled over me when I was around him.

Sure, I’ve dated, I’ve fucked around, and gender has never fucking mattered. But no matter what hole I found my dick in, it was alwayshimI thought about. Every. Fucking. Time. He consumed my mind–like a goddamn snake, he slithered into my subconscious, and before I even realized it, I was utterly consumed by him.

My obsession grew to levels that some might consider unhealthy. I watched him constantly, hoping to find some way to connect with him and help him see me as more than his little stepbrother. Some might call it stalking, but that sounds bad… it’s not like Derek was ever in danger. The women he fucked were, though. Every single time I watched him railing another stupid bitch, I saw red. Each time I saw him sink into a tight hole that wasn’t mine, the obsessive rage grew stronger. Then he was taken from me.

Fucking Kit set him up.Hestole what was mine.Hewas responsible for all my pain and misery.Hewas the reason that Derek was behind bars and out of my reach for years.Heneeded to die.

During the time my brother was away, my possessive obsession shifted. I became consumed with thoughts of revenge. I knew that if I could just prove to Derek how much he needed me, if I could show him the lengths I was willing to go to for him, that he’d finally realize I was worthy of his fucking attention. That our connection and the loyalty I have for him is deeper than anything he’s ever had with any random fuck-toy.

Everything was going perfectly to plan–the plan I meticulously constructed over the last seven fucking years–untilher. Charlotte sliced through my plan faster than that arrow cut through Kit’s leg.

The fucking slut was never supposed to be there. She wasnotpart of the plan. And now, I’m completely at a loss for what to do. On the one hand, I could kill her, and then it would just be me and my brother–the way it’s meant to be. But on the other hand, our innocent little captive is becoming addictive. Our sweet little pet, secured in her cage, there to be played with when we want.

Maybe I can use her. Perhaps, if I’m willing to share, it could help convince Derek that we’re meant to be something more than just step-brothers. The thought of how he eyed my hard cock as I pulled it out, the tiny bit of surprise that crossed his eyes as he saw the hoop through the tip, has it straining against my zipper. His eyes tracked every thrust as I used Charlotte for my pleasure and put on a show for him. And when I finally came and pumped her mouth full of my hot cum, I saw the way he reached down to adjust himself. There’s no denying he was as turned on by me as he was by the cunt he was feasting on…

Fuck, she really could be the key to it all.An image begins to form in my mind; me rutting into her while Derek fucks me from behind, forcing me deeper into her with every single punch of his hips. Blood pounds straight to my cock as I imagine the three of us together. I’m half tempted to pull my cock out right here and rub one out at the thought of it when a voice up ahead stops me dead in my tracks.

“Over here!” someone calls out, ripping me away from my newly-formed fantasy. “I think I see some tracks!”

Distinctly male. Multiple. North to northeast. Roughly 300 yards ahead. No sounds of snowmobiles.

My military training instantly kicks in, alerting me to the invasive presence. With the lightest of steps, I creep to a vantage point between the trees. A search party is down below. They appear to be tracking the path Kit and my little pet were on.

“It looks like something happened here,” some blonde-haired fucker in a tactical outfit shouts to the others, bending to the ground and digging into the snow. “There’s blood in the snow. Something bad definitely happened.”

Shit.

“We should spread out. Teams of two. Recovery is our mission.”

Double shit.

“Remember,” the blonde fuckwad addresses the others who appear to be under his command, “We were paid to find her and bring her back alive. She’s very valuable. We need to make sure she’s brought back alive and… intact.”

Intact? What the fuck?

Are these fuckers seriously here to bring her back as a virgin? What the hell kind of shit is that?

“What about the male?” one of the others asks.

“He’s not the priority. If found together, return together. If found separate, our priority is to bring her back.”

“This must be a golden fucking cunt for the amount they’re paying us to return it,” another of the men laughs, the others quickly joining in.

My jaw tenses, red-hot anger flowing through my veins.

She’s not theirs to talk about that way. Her pain, her tears, her blood, her cunt areours. She belongs to us now. Fuck these assholes and fuck whoever is paying them.Finders keepers, assholes.

“That’s enough,” the leader quips. “Her value lies solely in the payout we will receive when she’s returned home. If found, she’s not to be touched. Do I make myself clear?”

The other men grumble but I can’t make any of it out from here.

“There’s a large storm coming in the next three days,” he continues. “We need to collect the target and move out before that happens. Understood?”

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