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Snarling, he tosses me to the floor. I grunt from the impact, gasping for breath, landing awkwardly on my left wrist. Before I can even comprehend what just happened, I hear a guttural scream that has me scrambling to sit up. Before I can, Kyle is climbing on top of me, pinning me under his bulk. Realisation lashes through me seconds before my eyes process what they’re seeing, and my survival instincts kick into overdrive. Twisting beneath Kyle, I try desperately to dislodge him, but truly, what chances do I have at knocking someone easily double, if not triple, my weight off me?
“Get the fuck off her! Leave her alone!” I screech, bucking my hips as the scene beside us unfolds. Benedict has Freya pinned down in a similar position, his hands working frantically between them. With a groan, he thrusts himself inside my protesting sister. Her screaming and futile attempts to stop him do little more than rile him up.
“Such a tight whore, even after all this time. Too bad you had to interfere. I’ve had enough of your insolence,” he snarls, his fist clenched tight around her throat. Her head lulls towards me, her eyes holding me captive as the fight drains out of them. She stops fighting, stops moving, even as he thrusts himself inside her repeatedly. Her skin turns pale, all the colour bleached out of it as her eyes grow hazy. Through it all, I can’t look away. My desperation turns rabid. I’m an animal backed into a corner, willing to tear flesh from bones with my teeth if it means saving her. I will do anything—absolutelyanything—to save her. But in the end, there’s nothing I can do. I can only lie there and watch as that monster snuffs my sister’s life out under his fist as he reaches his finish inside her still form. Something inside me snaps in that moment, even as my body shuts down, all fight or flight instincts abandoning me as they turn their attention to me.
“What the hell happened down there?” Benedict demands as hestands, crossing his arms across his chest and not caring his dick is still out. Pig.
“As soon as I opened the door, the bitch lunged for me. Near took my damn eye out.”
“What, and you couldn’t contain her?” he snorts.
“Fuck off. You’re the one who left her unchained. Are you fucking stupid?” Kyle grumbles as he stands before reaching down to drag me to my feet. I can’t tear my eyes away from the sight of Freya: blonde hair a mess of matted curls, skin and bones, bruises littering every inch of her. Even as they continue to argue amongst themselves, my eyes stay glued to her as thoughts of what I should have done differently race through my mind.
I promise, they’ll pay for this, Frey.
Chapter 38
2,250 days in captivity
How’s it feel to be a failure?
God, you’re pathetic.
You couldn’t even save your own sister.
I jolt awake, clawing myself away from my nightmare’s clutches. Images of haunted blue eyes clog my headspace on the daily, and the sudden movement has sharp needles of pain shooting up my wrists and ankles as I aggravate my restraints. The echo of my sister’s voice berating me, along with the memory of her lifeless eyes, remind me where I am, alongside the dull throb in my wrist and between my legs. As if I could forget.
“Good morning, pet. I’ve a special treat in store for you today. Are you excited?” The sardonic smirk on Kyle’s face as he enters the basement speaks of things I’d rather not experience, not after the last time he dangled somethingspecialin front of me.
“Of course,” I manage to mutter, but my lack of enthusiasm is enough to flip the ever-present switch in him. In a blink, he’s across the room, the door wide open behind him as he pins me to the bed.
His harsh breath fans across my face as he snarls, “I’ve had enough of your shit, 103. Do you realise how lucky you are to be mine? How good you have it?” Reaching between us, he grips my chin, pinching my jaw to the point of pain as he glares down at me. “I’m going to show you just how lucky you are to have me, you ungrateful slut.”
Reaching over, he undoes the ties, freeing my wrists. I don’t have more than a second to enjoy being free before he’s yanking me up, only to shove me to my knees in front of him. My stomach drops at the implications. There’s something about being forced to take him into my mouth that feels like an even worse violation. Maybe it’s because this act forces me to partake, to be a willing participant in a way.
With a hungry look, he demands, “Take my cock out.”
My hands are shaking as I reach up to undo his belt. My stomach twists into a million knots as I undo his button and fly, dreading the part that comes next.
“I said take it out, not edge me,” he snarls when I don’t move fast enough. Letting out a breath, I reach in to pull his cock out from behind his fly.
“That’s a good pet. Now, kiss my cock and show me how grateful you are.” The glee in his tone has my stomach revolting, but flicking my eyes up to his, I maintain eye contact as I lean forward. Slowly, I press a kiss to the tip of it, fighting against the urge to vomit. You’d think he’d wash this damn thing before demanding a blowjob, but no. The stench of piss and body odour greets me.
Pushing past the urge to gag and the horrific idea of putting him in my mouth, I swallow to try and get some saliva in my dry mouth. And then, still maintaining eye contact, I slip my lips around him. His head tips back on a groan as he reaches down to thread his fingers through my hair. Slipping him deeper into my throat, I pay close attention to his face. With his eyes closed and my mouth at the base of his pathetic cock, I take one sharp inhale before scraping him with my teeth, lulling him into a false sense of security.
“Fuck, just like that, slut,” he groans, holding me even tighter tohis base. Lightning quick, I clamp down, and for a split second, he freezes in shock before, with a howl, he shoves me off him. Or, well, hetriesto shove me away. Unfortunately for him, my teeth are my only weapon, and I’m not about to lose this opening. So, with sheer determination, I clench down harder, ignoring the metallic taste of blood as it pools in my mouth.
“You fucking bitch,” he shrieks at a pitch only dogs can hear as he finally succeeds in shoving me away. But it’s too late to save his so-called manhood. Spitting out the lump of flesh, I rise to my feet as he howls, cupping himself and spewing vitriol at me. I lunge for the branding iron in the corner. After my branding session all those years ago, he thought it was a ‘nice reminder to behave’. Instead, that damn thing has taunted me daily with thoughts ofif only I could get my hands on it, he’d never get his hands on me again. Turns out, today’s the day to make that dream a reality.
Feeling more powerful than I have in years, with the taste of freedom on the tip of my tongue, I use his distraction to my advantage. Putting every scrap of strength into it, I swing the iron above my head and aim for his skull. With a curse, he crumbles to the ground on impact, lunging for my ankles. Dodging his grasp, I follow him down, straddling his back and fisting his greasy hair in my hand.
“This is for ruining my life.”Thunk.
“For taking what wasn’t yours to take.”Thunk.
“For every moment you stole from me.”Thunk.
“This is for Freya.”Thunk.
