Page 104 of Mind Maze

Romy, with damp hair, covered in hickeys I gave her and completely naked, is sprawled over my brother’s chest. He’s taken a selfie of the two of them.

He drugged her, remember?

Her eyes are closed. Though it looks intimate and real, it’s nothing more than a man posing an unconscious woman on him to look like more than it is.

The next picture is of them kissing. Well, it’s my brother devouring her lips as she lies there passed out. Another staged picture.

There are multiple pictures of her lying there completely naked. When I stumble across a picture of my brother’s dick in his hand as he kneels between her spread legs, I nearly throw my phone.

“I’m sorry, Son,” Dad says. “I didn’t want to show you, but you deserve to know of their betrayal.”

If Theo raped her while she was knocked out, I’m going to make good on my fantasy of throwing him over the stairwell railing. I’ll take great satisfaction in listening to his skull crack open like a busted cantaloupe.

There aren’t any pictures of him inside of her, thank God, but he’s touching her in each one. It’s clear this is all a setup, most likely ordered by my father, and Theo was just performing what was asked of him.

What about when the camera was off?

What did Theo do then?

At some point, though, she woke up. She texted me after and was clearly afraid.

The last picture is of Romy’s tits. They’re covered in cum. That motherfucker got himself off on looking at and touching her unconscious body. He shot his load on her breasts while she slept.

I’m definitely going to kill him.

He went over and beyond to please our father.

Turning into a rage-filled beast as I turn all three of these men to a bloody pulp is unrealistic and stupid. They play a far more difficult game. And right now, they’re holding all the cards.

“She’s a very troubled girl,” Gideon explains. “If I had to guess, she’s just using your brother so she can kidnap your niece. It’s a miracle your father was able to rescue the child before Romy was able to make good on her intentions.”

Gideon is incredibly skilled at creating narratives for human consumption. He does it on a global scale with his media company, spoon-feeding the masses with his bites of news he’s carefully crafted. I’m not some stupid sheep who falls for it, though. These people have no idea how much I’ve absorbed, learned, and mastered over the past twelve years. I was a motherfucking sponge.

“I’m going to get Theo untangled from all this,” Dad says, “and we’ll get back to being the family we were before she came into our lives. You’ll learn to forgive your brother, especially now that you know her motives.”

Do they really expect me to believe this shit?

“It’s in your best interest, Son, to just forget about her.”

Forget about her.

Why?

I rub at my eyes, feeling the effects of having not slept much last night and running on adrenaline since. This is the first time I’ve sat down for more than five minutes. Alcohol on an empty stomach doesn’t help either.

What are their plans for Romy?

Is Gideon going to try to get his hands on her so he can “fix” her once and for all?

Yeah, that’s not going to happen.

Romy

It’s dark, but I feel his gaze boring into me. He’s gentle this time, slowly thrusting into my body. The tenderness he shows me does wonders to make me forget about how sore I am between my legs.

Is this how it’ll always be for us?

So intense?

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