Page 14 of Dangerous Allure

“The more you fight, the harder I’ll pound this tight ass.” He groans as I thrash again, hearing his zipper being undone. He pulls his dick out and rubs it against my ass cheeks.

“Be a good boy as I fill you. I bet this little ass is tighter than your whore mothers loose pussy.” He grunts, sticking his dick between my cheeks. “No, no, no!” I scream, thrashing with everything I have.

“Mommmmmmmyyyyyy! Please Mommy. Don’t let him do this to me! Pleaseeee. Help meeeeee!” I scream, but he laughs, flipping me onto my stomach and straddling my hips.

“Stopppp, please stop. Moommyyyy. Help me. Please help me. He’s hurting me. Mommmmmyyyyyy!” I scream so fucking loud my throat becomes hoarse. He slaps my ass again and again, spreading my cheeks and spitting on my asshole as he rubs the head of his dick against me. Tears stream down my face as my breathing becomes ragged.

“Mommy, it hurts. It hurts so fucking bad! Please help me. Helpppp meeeee!!!” I scream again as the door bursts open and the strange man is ripped off me. I curl into a ball, grabbing the blankets and covering myself. Turning to look and see who saved me, Caspian has two of his hunting knives in his hands.

Wetness sprays against my face as he swings the knives fast into both sides of the man's neck. He pulls them out and stabs him in the eyes, but he’s not done. He pulls the knives out again, stabbing repeatedly into his chest and stomach. Warm liquid sprays against the walls and on the bed as he growls. The man gurgles and Caspian laughs maniacally as he removes the knives, spinning them in his hands. He stands, wiping his brow then bends over and slices the man's dick from his body.

Tossing the severed limb, I wince as I watch blood pour from the gaping hole and my eyes collide with his. I know he’s my brother, my best fucking friend, but the person standing infront of me looks nothing like him. This lookslike a demon from hellwho’s consumed by rage and the blood of his kill. He takes each knife, licking them one by one as his eyes light up from the taste, savoring the flavor of his first blood spilled before spitting it onto the man's unrecognizable face. He steps towards me and I scoot back, afraid that I’m next, but he crouches down next to me and places his blood splattered forehead against mine.

“I’ll never let anyone hurt you again. I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner.” He whispers and I nod, never wanting to speak a word again. He stands taking out his phone, pressing a button and bringing it to his ears. I lay there in complete shock, not knowing what to do or how to feel. My mother stumbles into the room and screams at Caspian.

“Get this shit cleaned up! I knew I should’ve swallowed you all. My biggest regret is birthing all of you. You ruined my life!” She screams, running out of the room. How could she say that? Doesn’t she know how much I love her? She let this happen. Let me scream for her while she sat out there listening. I think I’m going to be sick. I roll over and hurl my guts over the side of my bed. Tears stream down my face as I lay on my back, feeling alone and scared with only one person to blame. Her.

I jolt awake from the recurring dream I have anytime something traumatic happens to me. That night was the last time I spoke to anyone but Caspian. That alone took a while to happen. I didn't trust anyone even though I watched him unleash his demon and save me once and for all. Since then we’ve been inseparable. I never looked at my mother the same, nor did I ever do her biddings again which only led her to hate me more than she already did.

That year, I got left behindand almost went into foster care. We lied to stay with her because Harley didn’t have the means to take care of all of us. He was only just turning twenty at the time and we sure as fuck weren’t welcome into grandads house. Hesaid it would just bring her back and that's not what he wanted. We were stuck for three years with little to no food to eat other than what we stole or ate at school. Caspian got into selling drugs and making deals with The Cartel and Mafia to keep us alive because she sure as fuck didn’t care enough to do shit.

I was the one to find her dead on the couch. We still don’t know if it was a true overdose or foul play. She owed a lot of money to powerful men, so anything is on the table when it comes to her death. I cried but never spoke a word as I held her lifeless body in my arms, wishing she was a different kind of mother. One that nurtured her children and taught them right from wrong and instilled values and goals upon us but no, we ended up with a junkie whore of a mother who cared more about her next hit than her kids.

Wiping the sweat from my brow, I get out of bed and change my shirt. I need to do something to take my mind off her. I hate having these dreams. It really fucks with my head. Caspian walks in the bedroom as I’m putting on a clean black tee.

“You good Ax?” He asks and I nod.

“Just the same fucking dream.” I say and he shakes his head.

“Wanna smoke a joint and play video games?” He asks but I’m not in the mood for all that.

“Na, I’m just gonna go to the dungeon and work.” I say and he laughs.

“You got someone there?” He asks and I nod.

“Yeah, I didn’t mean to fall asleep but today was rough.” I admit and he looks at me with narrowed eyes.

“What happened?” he asks and I smile.

“I got to watch Presley kick some ass, then she took me to the art room and we drew. It was nice for a change. I like her.” I admit and his eyes darken.Oh shit, he likes her too. Fuck.

“Interesting. Well be careful ok? You can take my truck. Just don’t be out too late, we have school tomorrow.” He says and I laugh,

“Yes dad.” I mock and he flips me off. I take his keys, slide my feet into my black boots, grab my chain wallet and clip it to my black ripped jeans. I give him the two finger salute as he queues up his game.

Walking down the stairs, a knot forms in my chest as I think about Presley. Last night, going to her house, I climbed into her window and found her step dad passed out in her bed. I knew right then and there what truly happened. She didn't even have to say it. I can read her sadness. It calls to mine and together it lights a fire that intensifies with every touch, every moment we’re together, only to fizzle when she’s gone. I’m not sure what that means, but I yearn for it. I yearn to save her, save her from the same life I lived. Except, I won’t let her suffer alone.

I’ll be her fallen angel as long as she’s my heaven on earth. Fighting our demons together as one.

Her soul is my soul and together we rise.

Chapter 11

Presley

“You’ve been a bad girl lately, so this weekend is your punishment. My father has a group of men who would like a night with a few high end ladies, but it's not your usual get together. You will wear white contacts and your face will be painted to conceal your identity. You will wear the outfits laid out for you at the hotel. This person has particular tastes and you will obey his every command. If you disappoint me, Presley, there will be severe consequences.” He warns, and I nod as we drive to Long Island towards Montauk. I loathe being stuck in a confined space with the man I hate for this long, but I’m literally left with no fucking choice.

The other day when I missed lunch, I thought he was going to hurt me but he let me be, until now. For a moment I thought he forgot about it, but I should’ve known better. Should’ve knownhe’d never let me get away with disobeying him and making him look like a fool. I wish I was given a heads up that I was doing a party this weekend. I only have three pills left and that’s not enough to fuck me up so I won’t have to feel anything.God, I hate him!I internally scream as I stare out the window at the scenery, trying to find a happy moment in my head to drown out the disgust in this car.

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