Page 26 of Sweet Misery

I stiffened at his words.

“You want to know how she died?” he continued softly.

I swallowed hard.

“Ask me,” he murmured. “Ask me how she died.”

“H-How did she die?” My voice was hoarse.

“I cut her eyes from her skull then I fucked the holes left behind. She displeased me. Displeased my brothers. We grew bored of her unwillingness to do as she was told. She screamed for hours as I removed her eyes. You see, little snowflake, I’m really good at taking off body parts. It’s one of my most favorite things in the world to do. I can keep a person alive for hours, torturing them while I do it. Sometimes I sing to them. Do you want me to sing to you?”

I shook beneath his words.

“I-no.”

He chuckled and got to his feet before taking my hand and bringing me to my feet. I let him lead me to the ensuite bathroom.

I watched from behind him as he ran a bubble bath in a massive jetted tub and turned a fireplace on. He came back to me and tilted my chin up.

“Which twin am I?” he murmured.

“R-Roman,” I answered, my voice quaking. I prayed I was right.

“Good girl,” he said, dragging his knuckles along my jaw until his fingers were in my hair. Then he tugged roughly, making me cry out at the pain.

“Shh,” he husked out as he leaned in and ran his lips along my jaw to my ear. “You let my baby brother fuck you. Tell me, is this your come and blood on the sheets?”

“He-He forced me?—”

He gave my head a rough shake.

“Did I ask how it happened?”

“N-No.”

“Is this your come and blood on the sheets?”

“Y-Yes.”

He released me and lifted the material up before his eyes met mine, so much darkness in them I couldn’t help but shrink away from him.

“Open your mouth,” he instructed, his voice husky.

I stared at him for a moment before I let my lips part.

He smirked and ran his thumb along the bottom one before he shoved the stained material into my mouth.

“Suck,” he growled out. “Clean the come off that sheet.”

I gagged on the material, making him fist my hair tightly, my braid barely a braid anymore. So many wild tendrils had been set free by the recent abuse over the last few nights.

“How does my brother’s come taste, little snowflake?” He nipped at my earlobe as I continued to cough and gag on the sour material.

I gagged again, really thinking I was going to lose what food I’d eaten.

He let out another soft laugh before pulling the material from my mouth.

“Is that the first time you’ve had come in your mouth?”

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