Page 55 of Diamond Kisses

He grabbed a butter knife and tried to stab Victor in the thigh. “Fuck you.Fuck you!”

“Think you’ll find I’m about to fuckyou.” Victor cackled. “Isn’t that what you said to Ilyana one night?”

Henri lost it.

He fought, but…he was no match.

Mostly starved, hopelessly beaten, weak, and tortured to the point of insanity, he didn’t stand a chance.

And it’s my fault.

All my fault.

He’d allowed himself to be abused because of me.

Hurt because of me.

Rapedbecause of me.

“Stop it! Please!” I tried to get free from the chain imprisoning me on the wall. I scratched at my awful collar and sold my soul to the devil if only I could take his place. If only I could save him, protect him. “Take me instead!”

“You’re no better than a blow-up doll.” Victor smirked, running his hand over Henri’s bare ass. “He’s going to be so much better.”

I sobbed as he kicked Henri’s legs apart.

I suffocated on a scream as Victor wrenched down his trousers, fisted his cock, and—

I shot upright.

Panting.

Sweating.

Breaking.

Just a nightmare.

Just a dream.

Another one.

One of so many.

Every night, I screamed in my sleep.

Every morning, I woke hoarse from begging monsters to stop hurting him when I couldn’t utter a word in real life.

My sheets dripped with sick panic. My heart raced so fast it skipped and palpitated.

Falling back into my fear-damp sheets, I curled into a ball and sobbed.

I was so tired.

So,sotired of this horror.

Of watching Victor break my twin flame into pieces.

Pieces I did my best to gather up and hold safe but were slowly snuffing out.

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