Page 2 of Cursed

You’re imagining things.

I pressed my lips together and shifted my grip.

It moved again—a slight tremor.

A low moan escaped me as I tried to change my grip, but the vine shuddered again—and then flexed and came alive under my hands—writhing and twisting with a mind of its own.

Panic surged within me as dark green tendrils burst from the thick foliage and curled around my wrists in a merciless grip. I gasped as I struggled to free myself, but the vines constricted tighter and bit into my flesh.

“Let me go!” My cry was choked by fear and lost in the rain that battered the paving stones below.

My vision blurred and then refocused, but everything around me seemed twisted like the very vines that ensnared me.

I fought against them, thrashing desperately, but they held me firm, and as I struggled, I was only dragged deeper into their suffocating embrace.

Pain shot through my arms, and I felt the creeping dread of being consumed by the darkness that surrounded me.

“Help!” I screamed, though I knew no one was coming.

The only answer was the rustling of leaves and the rumble of thunder overhead.

“Help! Please!” I screamed. My voice cracked with desperation as the tendrils wound around my waist and curled across my breasts. Shadows shifted in the moonlight, and suddenly, three figures emerged from the darkness—my stepbrothers. The dim light obscured their faces, but would know them anywhere.

“Valen!” I cried out. His chin tilted up, but otherwise he didn’t react. “Bastian! Titus— Please! You have to help me!” The words clawed at my throat as I tried to reach for them.

But they stood there, unmoving—watching me.

In a flash of lightning, I could see Bastian’s smirk, and the cruel curve of his lips mocked my plight. It felt like ice seeping into my veins. My fingernails dug into the vines, frantically pulling, but they only coiled tighter, squeezing until pain shot through my limbs and I cried out again as my bones creaked under the pressure.

“Why won’t you do anything?” I gasped, panic surging anew. A low chuckle echoed from Bastian’s lips, and his pale eyes—so like his father’s—glinted like shards of glass.

“Maybe we just want to see how far you’ll go, sister,” he taunted, and I shuddered at the malice in his tone.

“Stop it!” I shouted. “Please! I’m begging you! I can’t breathe!”

Their shadows loomed closer, an avalanche of darkness closing in. The vines writhed around my legs, pulling them apart. The angle of Titus’ face seemed etched in stone as he watched me struggle.

I was losing myself, slipping away, and all I could hear was their laughter—a haunting melody that twisted in the air like a noose tightening around my throat.

“Help me! DON’T JUST STAND THERE!”

“What do you think, brothers? Should we help her?” Valen’s voice was gentle and teasing.

“I don’t know. I’m enjoying this,” Titus replied. “Green is definitely her color—”

Bastian laughed, and I bit down hard on my lip and tasted blood as one of the vines snaked under the edge of my skirt and teased at the edge of my panties before sliding inside to rub against my pussy.

“Noo—”

The more I struggled and gasped, the more the trio below me seemed to relish my torment. Just as my vision blurred in a haze of green and black, there was a deafening crack of thunder and the world shattered like fragile glass.

I jolted awake and gasped for breath as my heart pounded furiously against my ribcage.

The remnants of the nightmare clung to me like dew on a wintry morning and soaked into my skin.

My mind spun wildly, disoriented, struggling to untangle the threads of reality from the darkness of my dreams.

The air was thick and oppressive, almost suffocating, as I blinked against the harshness of the rain as it lashed against the windowpane. Thunder rolled, and the vibration rippled through my body.

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