Page 89 of Twice as Twisted

“Good little monster,” Baron growls, a rough edge to his voice and a hot shimmer in his eyes that’s as savage as my own determination. He pushes up his glasses, his breath coming quick. “Keep going.”

I stare at the bulge in his lap, my breaths heaving.

He’s hard.

Oh, god. What have I done?

I made a deal with the devil, the one I barely survived last time. What made me think I was stronger now, that I could survive him again? That I could keep my secrets until the time was right?

She has to tell us. We’re her parents. That comes before any silly promises she made to a little girl.

I sing the next line in my head while I snap the fourth toe.I’ll never tell…

She won’t say anything! That devil child got in her head.

I grip the big toe in the pliers, the tears blurring my vision until I can’t even see it. “Please,” I choke out. “I can’t do it. It’s too big.”

“I’ve heard that one before,” Duke says, honking with laughter.

“Please,” I cry, not caring how pathetic I sound. The pain is crashing in waves now, unbearable already.

“I’ll make you a deal,” Baron says. “You broke four. Just one more. You pick.”

“And we get to fuck you as soon as you finish,” Duke adds. “Any hole we choose.”

Oh god. He’s getting off on this too.

Even if I could survive Baron, somehow convince him he needs me, there’s still Duke. I don’t just have to outwit one ofthem. I have to outwit both. But I see it clearly now. They’ll destroy me long before I get the chance.

I nod wordlessly, crying too hard to speak.

I move the pliers to the little toe on my other foot, holding it pinched in the grip. But after a few breaths, I can’t do it. I’ll cripple both feet if I break even one toe on each. I move back to the big toe, inhale as deeply as I can, and force my limbs to still.

Are you here now, Dahlia? Are you in my head? Give me the strength now that you had even then. Give me your thirst for revenge.

Gripping the handles as tightly as I can, I wrench my toe back. The crack is audible, echoing through the room. Duke whoops. My toes are bent at odd angles, the little one already swelling. They look like crooked teeth, each pointing the wrong way, with strange gaps between. I collapse into sobs, but Baron catches me. He cradles me to his chest, kissing the top of my head.

“That was hot as fuck,” Duke says, sliding onto the bed next to us. He takes my hand, pries the instrument of torture from it, and places it on the next one.

Baron lifts my chin, his dark eyes heated behind the lenses of his glasses. “Tell me you love me.”

I hate you.

“I love you,” I manage, my voice shaking.

“Tell him.”

Gripping my chin, he turns my face to Duke, who has shoved down his sweats and wrapped my hand around his shaft to stroke himself with it.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, baby,” Duke says, pressing his lips to my puffy, tear-stained ones. “I’m about to fill you so full of it you pop. Though you can wait nine months if you want.”

He winks at me, then buries his hand in my hair, tugging me away from Baron. He lays me on the bed and shoves down my sleep shorts, rubbing the hot crown of his cock against the cold skin where the ice pack was pressed just moments ago. He groans and wets me with his pre-release before pushing the tip inside. I cry out, but he shushes me and pushes in deeper.

“Please,” I beg. “I’m still sore.”

“It’s okay,” he says. “It’ll only hurt for a minute. God, you feel so fucking good. I can’t help myself. I need to be inside you right now. To be with you. Don’t you need that too, baby?”

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