Page 23 of Sweet Misery

I gave her throat a squeeze. She clawed at my hand as I tightened my hold, my heart thudding hard in my chest.

Something about this control, this power, had me feral for her.

I squeezed harder, watching as her pretty face turned red. Feeling her struggle beneath my hold.

“I would very much like to kill you,” I said softly. “And then fuck your pretty little pussy before I bring you back to life.”

She managed a raspy whimper.

I released her, and she fell onto her side, choking and gasping as she sucked in mouthfuls of air.

“Come. Take your clothes off,” I repeated, getting to my feet and gesturing for her to stand. “If I have to do it, I’ll make good on my desires.”

She stood and with shaking hands, she pushed her shirt off, revealing her toned body and big tits.

“Panties,” I instructed as I eyed her.

Weeping, she removed them, letting them pool on the floor.

“Good girl,” I praised softly. “I like when you listen. If you keep it up, you’ll earn another reward.” I reached for her again. She flinched, but I tutted at her, freezing her in her place as I cradled her cheek again.

“My toys get rewarded when they make me happy. Life will be easier here if you do as you’re told.”

She stared up at me.

“Will you let me go if I’m good?”

“No,” I answered, giving her a sad smile. “The only way you leave Hell is in a body bag, Misery. You will die here.”

A single tear trickled down her cheek as I released her.

“Be good,” I said, grabbing her empty bowl and bottle. “If you’re not, then you will be punished. The next time you hear one of us at your door, we want you to be on your knees, ready to greet us. Heaven help you if you aren’t.”

And with those words, I swept from the room, locking the door behind me.

10

ARIANNA

Days turned to a week. To more. The cuts continued to bleed throughout the days in the beginning. Massimo had forbade me from putting my clothes back on, so I laid in bed with a thin white sheet tangled around me, my blood dotting the fabric in bright crimson dots until the wounds scabbed over.

I hadn’t had the nerve to look at what they’d done to me. All I knew was it ached, burned and made me want to vomit and scream.

It only added to the pain between my legs that still lingered. Maybe it was the pain in my heart that made me think I was still hurt between my legs.

Sever had done a number on me. Pure hatred fueled his move. I knew it did. I knew Sever well enough to know his violence. I’d witnessed him countless times in school losing it and hurting someone. It would always get swept under the rug though. I’d comfort him in the woods, him telling me he didn’t mean to lose it and fight someone until they were gasping for air.

I really thought he may have meant it this time. The sweet, tormented boy I’d known had evolved into an angry, wicked man.

A soft groan left my lips as I tried to adjust myself in bed. Everything hurt. The twins shoved me around a bit when they visited, but no one had touched me since Sever. He’d made me bleed and then didn’t let me clean myself. Blood and come still marked the dirty sheets. His release had trickled slowly out of me hours after he’d finished.

I wasn’t on birth control.

Not being sexually active, I never thought I’d need it until I actually met someone I wanted to do that stuff with.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.

I sobbed softly at the thought, hating he’d done it to me but knowing that was just how these things were in this level of Hell.

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