Page 31 of To Have and to Hold

But before Jack had time to do worse, to press his power over me, the door opened and he was a lackey once more. Two sets of footsteps walked in. Someone new. My body tensed again, braced for whatever Rafe had in store for me now. A tear leaked from my eyes, dripping onto the concrete floor, but I didn’t make a peep.

I tried so damn hard to keep those images of these men in my head, the ones with them down a few limbs, screaming and sobbing for their mamas as they withered and died. Itried.Their blood, guts, pus, pouring from every damn orifice. But it just. Didn't. Take.

“Oh, my god,” a voice exclaimed. One too familiar to ignore. No, no no no. My eyes welled with tears and I battled with the urge to roll over, to curl into a ball and sob. No. This was too much. Not him. This humiliation was a torture too far, too hideous to endure.

“A nice surprise,” Jack said, walking past me with his hand out for my brother to shake. It was probably still cum-covered, but he didn’t seem to care. I couldn’t see if my brother shook it, but no mention was made as I pressed my mouth onto the cold concrete to stop from crying.

“As you can see, we’ve been suffering with some insubordination on her part,” Rafe said, his slow footsteps trailing around me until he was at my head. “She just injured one of my men.”

“That’s… what did he do to her?” Charlie asked. His voice showed concern for me, but not too much. I heard the disgust in his tone. But he didn’t come to my rescue. I did not find myself in his arms, tucked under his jacket to protect my modesty as he berated the men around us. I stayed right where I was. The disgust wasn’t because he thought what they’d done was wrong,it was just that he’d been confronted with it. My heart sank a little more. Charlie had always been a distant brother, never interested in being close. In this moment, I was grateful for that. He was a stranger looking at my humiliation, not family.

“Nothing I didn’t okay,” Rafe said, an edge in his voice. “I’m pissed, Charlie. She’s not delivering.”

“I… what can we do?” Charlie almost simpered, his feet shuffling like he was uncomfortable.

“What will you do if I kill her? String her up and tear her apart? Rip her spine from her body? Her reproductive organs? What will you do?”

“It’s your right to do whatever you want,” Charlie answered fast, with only the slightest hint of fear in his tone. He didn’t care about me. He was thinking of Father, of his failure as the man closest to me. Geographically, anyway. He was right here, and Rafe was pissed. Father would tell him to fix it, however necessary.

Betrayal, despite being misguided, struck me. How could he? My big brother? He’d never been good at it, we’d never been close, but still, we were family. Theo. I needed to think of Theo. How he’d react. What he’d do. I wanted him with so much aching desperation. So much. Theo Theo Theo…

Rafe chuckled, then came to my side and kicked me in the ribs. I couldn’t stay in position, shrieking unbidden and falling over. He looked down at me. “You can look up now, stupid bitch. You need to witness this.”

I stared death into his eyes, like if I tried hard enough, I could make him keel over, make his blood boil from his body and pour out of every orifice. I refused to spare Charlie a glance. Couldn’t bear even a glimpse.

“I’m thinking a show of faith,” Rafe continued, his tone close to jovial. “Something to prove her worth to you. To us. That you respect her position in the church, that you know your own.”

“Of course,” Charlie said, warming up to the role, almost sounding friendly now. He was enjoying himself. “Happy to oblige you anything, Rafe.”

God, what a simpering fucking disaster of a human. So weak. Pathetic.

“Show her how little she means to you, to your family. None of you want her. She’s muck on your shoe, right?”

“Of course,” Charlie spoke.

“She’s nothing more than an old shit-stained gas station toilet, a used up phlegm covered tissue to dispose of. Nothing. Her insides don't even work right.”

“Tell me what to do.”

“Please,” I whimpered, terrified by what was about to happen to me. I ached everywhere already. My pussy was throbbing with soreness, blood coagulated and coated the front of my body. Stamps from feet and bruises marred my back. “Please, Charlie, please…”

“Shut up,” he spat down at me.

“Does it turn you on?” Rafe asked Charlie, making him gasp. “The pathetic woman at your feet? Does it get you going like it does me?”

Charlie said nothing for a moment too long, and Rafe strode over to him. I could see them now, see Rafe grab my brother’s face and squeeze hard enough his teeth creaked. I knew just what that felt like. “Tell me, big brother, does it make you hot?”

“Y—Yes,” Charlie replied, but somehow, I didn’t believe him. But he blinked, wrenched himself away from Rafe and braced himself over me. He didn’t look me in the eye as he pulled his cock free of his pants. It was hard, I turned my head.

“If you don’t watch every pass of your brother’s hand over his cock, I’m going to rip your eyes from their sockets,” Rafe growled, standing beside him.

Steeling myself, breathing through my nose and directed waves of hate at the men, I stared at Charlie as he wanked himself off over me.

It was disgusting. If I ever had any uncertainty I had an incest kink, or a thing for my brothers just because they were my brothers, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I didn’t. Charlie made me sick. Bile boiled in my throat as he worked himself to the brink. And I watched.

I didn’t give him the satisfaction of looking away. I made sure he knew I knew him. What he was doing. What he could never repair. It was nothing like with Theo, the man I loved, who loved me. This was betrayal at its deepest level.

“That’s right, big brother. Splatter your sister with your cum, with your fluids. Let her know her value, then I’ll find you some good pussy to finish the night.” Rafe slapped Charlie on the shoulder like they were buddies making a joke. Then Charlie came, his foul cum splashing onto the floor, most of it missing my body as he squeezed out the last few dribbles. Only a droplet landed on my leg, the rest pooled pathetically on the concrete, a pale white blob that made me sick.

---