Page 3 of The Queen of Ash and Magic

“Give it to me, Unika…. Fuck, come on Daddy’s cock…” he grunts as he goes harder and harder. My body tenses involuntarily and he moans, “Oh, gods. Yes… Yes, Unika… Squeeze my cock… There ya go… Daddy’s little slut… Take my come. All of it, Unika…. Fuuuuck, come with Daddy…”

Dad forces his fingers into my mouth and pulls my jaw open so that when the icky feeling tears through me, my tearful moan echoes through the room. My body is shaking and still tense as he continues to stab deep. The feeling won’t go away and neither will my forced sounds. I can’t make it stop. Something massive is building and I hate the feeling. It’s worse this time.

Aldric suddenly moves Mom so he can get to me and starts rapidly stroking his dick with a tight grip as he leans over my body. When Dad takes his fingers out of my mouth, Aldric promptly straddles my face and starts to viciously fuck my throat. I am gagging and the bile is beginning to rise in my throat at the taste. When Dad finally forces the pressure in my belly to explode, I scream around my brother as something warm floods out of my body. Both men moan and start to come. Aldric pushes deep so that I am forced to swallow.

When they move away from me, I roll to my side and my stomach turns inside out. I start to vomit and I can’t make it stop now. I am violently retching well past the point of my body producing anything. My brain is snapped out of focus on throwing up when something slashes across my back. I fall to the floor and curl myself up as Mom continues to hit me. It’s a rod of some sort, and I let out a blood-curdling scream every time she makes contact. She is angry that Aldric shifted his attention to me, so this is my punishment.

I am doing my best to protect my face so all the blows land on my back, rear, and legs. My broken screams turn to small grunts when I start to grow weak. “Stop before you kill her,” Dad slurs. He quickly grows angry when she doesn’t and shoves her away from me. “I said stop!”

“That useless fucking slut…”

“Is mine to break,” Dad growls. “Get your mother out of here.”

“Yes sir,” Aldric says with an amused tone.

My body is violently trembling, and I am in so much pain. I didn’t want any of that, so why is it my fault? “Clean up and rest,” Dad says after a moment of silence. “I’ll let you heal for a while, but then you need to make it up to us. Understood?”

“Yes sir,” I choke out.

When he leaves the room, I slowly drag my body over to the washbasin and clean myself. The water is hot and clean, which means the servant came in and changed it during their attack. They know the horrific things they do to me. They would be stoned forever helping me, but I am thankful that they do what they can. Maybe we can all escape together one day? When I am as clean as I can get myself, I sit up to lean against the wall. I still have vomit in my hair, but I am too weak to do anything else. Just as I am about to give up and crawl to my cot, a servant hurries in.

“Miss Lysa,” she says in a hushed tone as she kneels beside me.

“You s-shouldn’t be here,” I whisper. “They’ll…”

“Hush now, baby. Let me clean you fast,” she says as she takes the cloth from me. Her name is Petra. She is older, maybe in her thirties. She’s the only one who’s ever been brave enough to talk to me. She’s nearly been caught a few times, but I just said that I was talking so I would be punished and not her.

“Thankyou,” I say weakly.

“You’re welcome, Miss Lysa,” she smiles sweetly as she cleans me. The cloth has blood on it from my back, but she quickly rinses it.

“My body hurts,” I say. She pulls a small vial out her of pocket and opens it.

“Drink this. It will make you sleep for a few days. They won’t mess with you, and you’ll be able to rest, okay?” she says, urging me to take it. “It will heal you a little. If I could make more, I could heal you completely. This will have to do.”

“Will I die if I jump out of the window?” I ask bluntly.

“Don’t think such thoughts, Miss Lysa. The Gods have a greater plan for us. We have to just keep fighting, okay?” Petra asks.

“Yes ma’am,” I sigh and drink the contents of the small vial. She helps me to my feet and over to the cot. When I lay down, she pulls my thin blanket over me and hands me my small stuffed animal. I hug it to my chest as my eyelids grow weak. As I drift away, Petra gently kisses my forehead.

“Sleep now, Miss Lysa. Things will get better,” she says softly.

Chapter Two

Drakarus

I sit back inmy chair and watch as the others file in. “What is this about, Eyrx?” I ask when he sits beside me.

“The witches are acting suspicious,” he says.

“Again?” I raise my eyebrow. “Why am I just now hearing about this?”

“It just happened,” he says. “They have been in the neutral zone off and on for months now, but they all suddenly retreated.”

“Doubtful,” Julianna chuckles.

“Why are you here?” I ask.

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