Page 5 of Wrath

Summer helps me to dress, and we head downstairs to where my father is waiting. “Both of you, follow me,” he says calmy, and we exchange a surprised look. Maybe my punishment is over.

It’s only as we head towards the cellar, and Summer slips her hand in mine and gives it a gentle squeeze, that I begin to worry. Once we’re in the cellar, Father pulls out a bunch of keys from his pocket and pulls back a rug, revealing a wooden trapdoor. He unlocks and lifts it, staring at us expectantly. I lead first, carefully descending the stone steps that lead us down below the village and into a tunnel.

My father joins us, grabbing a lamp from the wall and lighting it to illuminate the passage. “Keep walking,” he orders.

We follow it for a few minutes until it opens into a large cave with more tunnels leading from it. Father then takes the lead, moving straight ahead. Eventually, there’s another door which opens into a room. It’s carpeted, with bookshelves on one wall and a large oak desk with a computer. I knew my father had an office outside the home, but we’ve never been down here.

He picks up a telephone from his desk. “We’ve arrived,” he says, then he hangs up.

Seconds later, there’s a tap on the door and a guard enters. “Summer, go with him,” my father orders. She reluctantly lets go of my hand and is taken away, leaving me feeling more alarmed by the second.

My father watches me for a few silent minutes before sighing. “In the time that follows, I want you to remember two things. The first is that everything you’re about to witness is your own fault.” My heart beats faster, and I feel a sickness in the pit of my stomach. “The second is that this wouldn’t have to happen had you not messed up your sister’s ceremony.” He points to a side door behind his desk. “Let’s go.” I wipe my sweating palms down my thighs and take a deep breath before following him.

We go into a small room, where there are two Chester-style couches facing closed red curtains and a drinks cabinet in the centre. My father pours himself a drink and takes a seat on one. He points to the other, and I sit. The silence is deafening, but my mind is racing so fast, my head hurts. Where is Summer, and why am I in this nice room withhim?

A few more minutes pass before a speaker crackles, causing me to jump in fright. “Gentlemen, we are ready to begin.”

The curtains automatically open, revealing a large window. It’s impossible to see what is on the other side as it’s too dark, but suddenly, bright lights flicker to life and illuminate a large circular room. I gasp, my heart skipping a beat.

In the centre, blindfolded, is Summer.

Wrath

I growl in frustration as I watch the film play out. The woman on the bed screams as she’s held down while multiple men fuck her, filling her holes until she’s silent. My cock is straining painfully, but with my hands tied behind my back, there’s nothing I can do to ease the urge. I watch as the men release, one by one, then the film cuts out and a fifth begins to play.

I almost sag in relief when the door opens and a guard enters smirking. “Are you ready, Mute?” He stops the film playing, but my ears still ring with the screams of ecstasy. He holds up his stick as a warning then reaches for the metal ring on the wall and proceeds to unlock it. I stand, following as I’m led from the room.

Instead of being taken upstairs to the church, I’m led down into the caves. My heart beats harder the closer we get, and my cock pulses with need.

Today, I’ll kill any fucker that gets in my way.

Wynter

“What’s happening?” I ask desperately as I stand at the window with my palms pressed to the glass. I bang and cry out, “Summer.”

My father laughs. “She can’t hear you, and even after the blindfold is removed, she won’t be able to see you. The glass is one-way. Now, sit down.”

I swallow the bile that forms at the back of my throat. If I vomit, he’ll be angrier. I lower nervously into my seat, pushing my hands under my thighs to stop me throttling my father. The speaker crackles again.“Place bets now.”My father presses a button beside his seat.“You have voted for Maximus as your winner.”

“What’s a bet?” I ask, pretending I haven’t read about the sin that is apparently banned in our town.

“Never mind,” he says coldly. “You always did ask far too many questions.”

A man enters the ring and removes Summer’s blindfold. She smiles politely while straightening her hair and glancing around the room nervously. A door opens, and she jumps with fright, turning toward it as four warriors are led in one by one. I stare in horror as the large, burly fighters are lined up against the wall, still chained to their guards. All of them are naked with erections on display. I stand again, slamming my hands against the glass. “What the hell is going on?” I scream.

My father joins me, this time grabbing a handful of hair and tugging my head back. “I have to ensure your sister gets pregnant, and this is the only way to save face,” he spits angrily. “This is down to you, so you will watch.” He forces my head to face the window, pushing me until my nose is pressed against it.

Guards begin to unfasten their warriors but still keep them pinned against the wall by holding the cattle prods in their faces.The warriors trained from very young to be terrified of that thing, and after feeling its bite a few days ago, I can see why it’s so effective.

There’s a countdown coming from the speaker, but it’s also being played to Summer, who begins shaking her head in panic as she looks around the room, desperate for any type of escape. “Please,” she begins, backing away. The warriors are growling, occasionally glancing at one another as they lean forwards slightly, showing their intention to be the first to make it to her.

An alarm sounds and the guards rush from the room, slamming the door closed behind them. The warriors run forwards, and Summer screams in fright, dodging their grabbing hands as they reach her. “No,” she yells. “Please don’t.”

I squeeze my eyes closed, praying to the god I definitely don’t believe in to save my sister.My sweet, innocent sister.My father smashes my head against the window. “You will watch,” he roars.

“Run,” I whisper as she dodges Maximus. He catches her shirt and rips it from her. She spins, almost falling to the floor but managing to catch herself just as Wrath makes a grab, his fist going into her hair. She screams as he pulls her against him, gripping her shorts. Another warrior, Abraham, joins him, shredding the material completely until she’s left in her underwear. I cover my mouth, unable to stop my tears.

Maximus shoves Abraham out the way, and he stumbles back, landing on his backside. “Yes,” my father cheers, releasing me and clapping. I glance his way, unable to hide the disgust on my face.

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