Page 24 of Deviant

He grins, swigging on his hipflask as if my words have planted a seed.

“Devin is more suited to that part,” he says quietly. “Why not have him married and producing heirs?”

“Devin is not under discussion.” I retort. And for good reason too. He may be our brother, he may be a Blake, but right now, the man is uncontrollable, a liability. There’s a reason he’s not areaper, even though it’s his birthright. Most days it’s all I can do to keep him away from the Brethren’s ever reaching eyes.

“You could do it yourself.” He taunts.

Only, we both know why I don’t. I’ve been down that particular road already. It didn’t end well the first time. I have no intention of making a second attempt.

I give him a withering look before turning on my heel. We all have our parts to play. It’s about time Conrad accepted his.

He comes back the next day. At least, I think it’s the next day.

I’m lying there, half dazed, freezing cold, and starving hungry despite the meagre food I was given, when I hear the sound of his footsteps.

“…whenever I come down here, I expect you to be ready for me. I want you on your knees, back arched over, thighs spread wide open, ready to receive me…”

Those disgusting words echo in my head, but I don’t move. I refuse to. If he thinks I’m going to make this easy, then he’s got another thing coming.

When the door opens, I can see from the way his eyes meet mine that he’s ready for another fight. Another round of this twisted, fuckedup little game.

I get to my feet, not in a show of respect, but because I want him to see that I’m ready for whatever shit he has planned.

His eyes linger on my body, to where the cool air is making my nipples harden. What I wouldn’t give for something to cover me. Just a T-shirt would be enough. But I know I’ll get no such thing from him.

“I should say I’m disappointed…” he says as he takes one slow step forward. “I half expected you to heed my warning, but then, where would be the fun if you had?”

“Fun?” I splutter.

The word barely leaves my mouth before he’s pouncing on me. Grabbing me.

I slam my bound fists into his side. He grunts as I make contact, but the aim is soft, weak, my strength is failing even in this short time of being here.

He slams me back into the wall and my head smashes into the concrete making stars erupt behind my eyes and a cry escapes my lips before I silence it.

“I will teach you obedience.” He growls, leaning right over me. “I will beat it into you.”

He drags me from the room. His hand is round the back of my neck, digging into my throat, and my feet stumble with every step. It’s a mark of how weak I’ve already become that such a hold has any impact. We don’t go far, just along the way, to where another room has been prepared.

I’m thrown onto my knees and as I scramble back up, I see a man in a white coat, stood, waiting for me. He looks to Magnus who simply nods and together, they manhandle me onto a gurney and force my legs into the metal stirrups.

I scream out. I lash out too, but I’m strapped down and rendered immobile almost immediately. Magnus tightens a belt like one right across my abdomen and it’s so tight I have to restrict my breathing so my stomach doesn’t expandfully.

The way my legs are bent up leaves me wide open and exposed and the significance isn’t lost as the balding man turns his back, fiddles with something, and then moves right between my thighs.

“What the fuck do you…?” My words turn to a scream as something is pushed into me and forces me even wider. It feels like my actual core is on fire and now I don’t dare move for fear that whatever he’s doing will hurt more.

I don’t know why I do it, I don’t know what stupid response this is, but I look to Magnus hoping to get some hint of what the hell is going on. He’s stood, leaning against the wall as if this is all so tedious to him. When he meets my gaze, there’s nothing, just those dark, empty pupils staring back at me.

“You’ll feel a little bit of pressure,” the man torturing my insides says.

Only, pressure is not what I feel. I gasp, my body physically locks up with the searing pain that reverberates from my core to my hips. What the fuck is he doing? What is this? My eyes water, I blink rapidly refusing to cry and then that pain just stops. Whatever is wedging me open is removed, and my body shakes with the after-effects of whatever they’ve just done.

“Finished?” Magnus asks.

“All done,” the man in white says before slipping out the door and leaving me here, still strapped down, at the mercy of this psycho.

“What the fuck did you just do to me?” I hiss.

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