Page 131 of Darling Wildfire
I heard the hiss of his knife across the ground and he lay it against my back in warning.
“Fucking say it!” He shouted.
But I would die before I ever said those words. He leaned down over my body.
“Next time I’ll fuck you with the knife and then my dick until you tell me what I want to hear,” he threatened.
When he finally stepped away, I collapsed onto my side and curled in on myself, feeling my sweat drip onto the floor as I pressed my face into the cool hardwood. Relief that he was done surged through me and I couldn’t stop shaking as shock set in. Blackness thankfully came for me and I sank into unconsciousness.
When I woke up, warm water was spilling down on me as I lay on the floor of a shower.
Vetticus’ hands were traveling over my body, surprisingly gentle as they washed my cuts, my ass, even the scratches and minor injuries from the game. My entire body hurt and I tried to move away from him but I was so weak and in so much pain, I didn’t get far. I felt the bite of a needle on my neck and the familiar warmth of the drug swept through my blood. He used his mouth on me and although I tried everything I could think of, the drug hardened my dick for him.
The drug heightened all sensations to an almost painful degree. His mouth was uncomfortable, too stimulating, and I groaned and whimpered whenever he scraped his teeth across my length. My eyes were shut with exhaustion and when his mouth left me, I couldn’t open them to see what he was doing.
His hands gripped my cock and excruciating pain made me thrash on the tile. I turned my head and was sick. The ground was heaving under me.
“A little something to remember me by,” Vetticus said. His thumb brushed over the head of my cock and the pain made me heave again but there was nothing to empty. “I’m going to pierce you again and then you’re going to fuck me.”
I tried to shake my head but I couldn’t even do that. The pain came again, and the drug made every nerve ending light up until I couldn’t handle it and passed out.
When I came to, there was a weight on my hips and I couldn’t move. Vetticus was on top of me riding my dick. I was in so much pain at this point, I turned my head and threw up again. A soft sob escaped me and I completely broke. Finally giving in to the breakdown, I was thankful when the darkness came to take me away.
There was no easing awake. The next time awareness hit, I surged up and was violently sick, this time off the side of my bed in our cell. I hung off the side of the bed, one hand gripping the frame as I gasped in breath after breath.
“Easy, here’s some water,” Nyx said.
When the world stopped spinning, I sat up, wincing hard as pain rolled through my body. I accepted the water as I carefully swung my legs over the side and took a long drink. I lowered the water bottle to see all three men hovering, worry lining their faces.
“It was bad this time, wasn’t it?” Atlas stated.
I must have looked as shitty as I felt.
I was going to deny it, but I simply looked at him and nodded. A murderous look took over Nyx’s face, but it still warred with the guilt I saw every time I came back from my time with Vetticus.
“He wants me to tell him I love him,” I said quietly. I hadn’t been planning on telling them anything of what went on but that seemed important. “I think it’s just going to get worse. He’s—he’s getting more violent.”
“Okay, that’s it—you’re done,” Nyx snapped. “I’m done with you taking this like you’re the only one deserving of this torture.”
“Nyx—”
“No, god dammit, he’s going to kill him!” Nyx growled, rounding on Atlaswho’d spoken. “You seriously are okay with him being subjected to this over and over again?”
“Nyx is right,” Preacher said. “This has gone on long enough.”
“It’s fine—”
“It’s far from fucking fine,” Nyx fumed. “We saw what he did to you.”
“This isn’t a matter of redirecting his attention.” I hissed. “If I refuse, or make things difficult, he’s just going to bring you guys in and torture you or even kill you in front of me. Then he’s still going to do whatever he wants to me.”
Nyx surged to his feet, digging his hands into his hair. “This is bullshit.”
“I know, but there’s no point in you three getting hurt if it’s not going to help,” I insisted.
I was exhausted as despair settled heavily on my shoulders, dragging my body down with the pain. It was getting to be too much. We were falling apart—our compartments where we’d carefully placed everything were cracking under the strain. The ruin and destruction when they broke would be catastrophic and most likely deadly.
I went to stand up and nearly passed out again as a wave of dizziness swept over me.
