Page 56 of Entombed In Sin

Just as swiftly as it had come, my rage dissipates. It’s replaced by a twinge of fear and dash of amusement. They don’t last long either. As I take a deep, steadying breath and allow the heady feeling to wash back in, I realize that the mood swings are probably an effect of all this power I have. No wonder Thatcher, Sagan, and Knox act so superior to everyone else. When someone’s fate is in your hands, you’re practically a god.

“Knox isn’t dead,” I promise as my hand pats the chest beneath me lightly. “He’s just drugged up so that he can’t move. Knox, let them know you’re not a corpse, please.”

Knox huffs and then lets out a groan that sounds suspiciously like annoyance now. Thatcher comes up beside me to look down at Knox’s face.

“See?” I smile widely at the twins. “I wanted to punish him for burying me. He said I could, so I thought turning him into a doll that I could play with would be fair.”

Thatcher walks toward me slowly. His eyes drink in Knox’s body before latching onto the mess I’ve made in his boyfriend’s lap.

“Hm,” he hums, the sound deep and terrifyingly calm.

For some reason, my heart is beginning to creep up my throat as it hammers away. My palms are growing clammy. The one resting on Knox’s chest can feel his erratic heartbeats thatmatch mine. Are the twins upset? Is Knox mad? Did I go too far? Nerves are beginning to make me second guess everything and the heady feeling I’ve been coasting on isn’t helping me as I try to read the room. Thatcher and Sagan have schooled a look of mild interest as they study the two of us. Knox, unable to move his face, looks dead-ish. Only his eyes flutter. As I try to swallow my heart back down, I move to climb off Knox.

Thatcher catches my leg, holding me in place with a biting grip. The smile he shoots me has sharp edges, and there’s a dark glitter in his eyes.

“Where are you going, Little Sister?” he asks. “Don’t let me interrupt you while you play with your toy.”

“While this is—” Sagan winces, “—cute, Little Viper, you’re going about your punishment all wrong.” He draws closer. His rusty chuckle comes after a close inspection of Knox’s face. “You’d be impressed by her work, Knox. For a dead guy, you look mighty fuckable.”

A rattling noise vibrates under me as Knox laughs… At least, I think it’s a laugh.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say the word cute,” Thatcher mutters, sounding playfully disgusted.

Again a sound rattles around in Knox’s chest. I’m glad he can find amusement in the moment. Me? I’m a little confused.

I frown. “What do you mean? He’sdruggedand incapacitated. How much worse could it get?”

Both twins laugh as if I’ve just told the world’s funniest joke. The sound from Sagan startles me. I don’t think I’ve heard him express this much emotionever.

“This might as well have been a bonding moment between you two. Watching some chick flick, painting each other’s nails, and wearing face masks might’ve been just as effective,” Thatcher explains with a laugh of his own. “Knox is probably loving this.”

Sagan nods in agreement though his amusement fades away. “Minus the touching part.”

My gaze drops to Knox’s face and our eyes meet. His glazed-over blue ones don’t quite focus on me, but it looks like he’s trying to convey something. Whatever it is I’m supposed to be taking from this look is lost, though.

Swallowing, I sigh. “Well, I didn't want him to actuallysufferlike I did.”

“Why not?” Sagan asks with a shrug. “The rules for punishment are simple: just don’t kill anyone and he certainly took things too far.”

I grimace. That leaves the door to whatever nightmare torture sessions they want to enact in the future if I mess up wide open. I’m not too sure I like the lack of boundaries punishments come with. If either twin notices my reaction, neither speak on it.

“Do you need your big brothers to teach you how to really play with your toys?” Thatcher asks, letting go of my leg to reach up to begin unbuttoning his shirt. “Because Sagan and I are more than happy to show you how to play.”

Sagan comes to stand by Knox’s head. He reaches down, lifts a hand, and runs his fingers through the blond strands. It’s an unusually sweet gesture, ruined when he grabs a handful of hair by the roots and jerks Knox’s head back so that his boyfriend can see him. Beneath me, Knox grunts.

“That color on your lips would look even better smeared all over my cock, Knox,” he taunts softly. “Want me to prove it to you?”

“Take your dress off, Little Sister,” Thatcher orders. “Let Knox see what’s been hovering over him the whole time you played.”

I hesitate. Given that I was just grinding against Knox’s erection after justifying the action with myself, this should beok. Knox knows the rules about punishments, and this is clearly within the ‘don’t kill anyone’ boundary set up. Still…

How many times had I been taken advantage of by Patrick like this? Drugged and unable to do anything except be forced to feel everything. At least Knox doesn’t have to lay here wondering about an accidental pregnancy like I used to. The minute I realized Patrick wouldn’t stop coming after me, I’d gotten an IUD. It was a small change, but at least it brought a semblance of comfort in my darkest hours. As I think about that, my hesitation fades away. It’s kind of bullshit really. Not only does Knox not have to fret about pregnancy, but he also has Molly in his system—a much more fun drug than what I got. His situation now is significantly better than any of mine ever were… right?

Looking down at Knox, I find his eyes straining to stay locked onto my face even with Sagan tilting his head back. To my surprise, his jaw ticks and lips part as if he’s trying to talk. The drugs must be wearing off.

Thatcher snatches my wrist, pulling my hand off Knox’s chest. I look over at the twin. His eyes harden ever so slightly.

“Dress. Off. Little Sister,” he growls, enunciating each word through clenched teeth. “You want to punish him? Let’s show Knox how good you feel and let him suffer in the knowledge he can’t properly enjoy the experience.”

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