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I can’t breathe.
I can hear Colton’s casual and lazy footsteps as he enters the chamber of horrors his father has created.
“What?” Colton’s voice cuts through the tension, a trace of irritation lacing his words. He doesn’t sound surprised, just mildly inconvenienced by the intrusion into his life.
Xavier grunts, his rhythm never faltering as he continues his assault on the girl. “I thought you might want to join in?”
The bed creaks ominously as Colton approaches, his presence an oppressive weight that seems to suffocate what little air is left in the room. I can’t see him, but I can picture the cold detachment in his eyes, a reflection of the darkness he’s been nurtured in.
Please say no. Please.
It feels like forever before he sighs.
“I don’t think so,” Colton replies, his tone flat. “I have better things to do.”
The girl’s sobs hiccup into silence, replaced by the unsettling sound of Xavier’s laughter. “I’m not asking,” he counters, the disappointment in his voice sharp as a blade. “Fill her mouth.”
I can feel the shift in the room, the power struggle concealed beneath layers of twisted bonds. There’s a deep silence between father and son that seems to last forever. But then Colton speaks again, and there’s a dangerous edge to his voice that sends a chill down my spine. “I said no.”
Xavier pauses, his breaths heavy and labored. “Just fucking do it,” he spits out, frustration seeping into his words. “Or I’ll use you as the entertainment at the club.”
My eyes widen as Colton curses. “I’m not hard. She doesn’t do it for me.”
“I saiddo it.”
Colton walks away from the bed, and I stiffen in fear.
What’s going to happen now?
“No.”
“Remember who owns you, boy!” Xavier snaps, but the door closes quietly, leaving a heavy silence behind until Xavier mutters something inaudible, flipping the girl over and slamming back into her.
Colton is gone, but I can’t relax. I’m still trapped. I’m still in hell.
“Did you hear that? You’re not good enough for my son. He likes his girls with a natural beauty, something you—don’t—have.” He emphasizes each word with a thrust that makes her sob once again. “He didn’t want to put his dick in your mouth, so he’ll pay. No one refuses me. Get ready, I’m going to fill your dirty tight cunt—” He stops, his breaths staggering as he releases into the girl, and I continue to pray, my hatred making my skin alight with rage.
I have to remain calm.
The girl on the bed lies still, her body heaving with silent sobs as Xavier dresses himself. Then he grabs the girl by the hair, dragging her onto the floor as he walks towards the closet.
She’s so busy screaming and trying to get out of his grip that she doesn’t notice me, but I see the fear in her eyes. Her hands, shaking uncontrollably, reminding me of my sister’s—small and fragile but trying so desperately to stay strong.
“No! Please!”
But Xavier slaps her so hard that her head hits the solid wood floor, and I know from the way her body slumps that she’s unconscious. I have to swallow repeatedly so I don’t vomit, but tears stream down my cheeks as Xavier drags the girl into the closet, shutting the door behind him. I hear a mechanical whirl, and my body tenses.
What’s in the fucking closet?
It must be an entrance to another room. A house this size must have so many fucking hidden rooms...
Tears stream down my cheeks as I glance at the door, wondering if I could slither out on my belly. If I’m quick, can I make it out? I don’t have long. I don’t know what he’s doing in that closet, but I hear another door slam, confirming my worst fears. That closet hides an entrance to something else.
Run!my instincts scream at me.
I slip from under the bed, muscles burning. A floorboard creaks. I freeze. Xavier’s footsteps stop. My heart pounds louder than the silence. He’s listening. He knows.
Then his footsteps continue to fade, so I move. My hands are covered in tears and dust, but I don’t look back as I clutch the folder to my chest.
