Page 20 of Lethal
Wren crouches in front of me now, head tilted like a puppet with a broken neck. “Do you want me to hurt him again?” he asks softly. “I’ll do it better this time.Slower.I’ll make him spill all his red blood, and paint the floor and walls with it. I promise, I can draw you a pretty picture, dolly.“ Behind him, the orderly groans, still alive, barely. I’m so distracted that I hadn’t even realized he was regaining consciousness.
Bash and Wren are crouching side by side, the twin mirrors of my undoing. They’re fallen angels who’ve become demons, sent here to tempt me, and the truth is I’m more than tempted. I’m wholly wrapped around their fingers, their claws sunk deep inside of me, where I fear I will never be free again. “He hurt you,” Bash says gently, as if I’m some scared animal ready to bolt. “That’s not something we forgive here.”
“You already punished him,” my voice trembles with a mixture of fear and nervous energy.
“But he’s still breathing,” Wren whispers. “And that’s a problem, a big fucking problem, my sweet porcelain doll.” I stare at them, my eyes roaming over each of their frames, at the blood that’s smeared on their clothes, and the dark looks that grace their features. Then I force myself to look at the man on the floor, at all the blood, at the violence he committed against me,for no reason other than that he wanted to hurt me. He tried to take from me, and destroy what’s left of my dignity.
Then I heard it, avoice, myvoice, from some hidden place deep inside of me. The place that I keep concealed, and repressed, so it can never rise again. A fever starts in my blood, heating and rising, demanding to be set free. All the rage I keep a tight lid on bubbles, and threatens to implode. A part of me fractures, and I feel myself splintering until there’s no longer just Caterina Vaughan, now there’s Cat too, and both of us stare out of the same eyes. One of us is hungry for retribution, and the other is too weak to fight back.
He needs to die. He needs to pay for his sins. No one is allowed to just take from us, and wickedness must be paid in blood and death. Finish it. It’s the only way this can be over; he must pay.
“What?” I blink, coming out of a daze, my blood whooshing violently in my ears.
“You want to, little dolly,” Wren replies, like he can hear the thoughts traveling through my mind, demanding to be heard, demanding justice and bloodlust. “You think about it all the time.Hurting people.Making them pay, just like we do.”
“No... I... no,” I attempt to deny it, but Wren cuts me off, his eyes bright with madness.
“Don’t lie, pretty doctor. We smell it on you. That little monster inside your ribs. The one that’s begging to escape, and feast with us.” Bash holds out a gleaming shiv in the palm of his hand. The meager light shines off of its surface, a siren’s call tempting me to take it. My fingers flex with the need to hold it, but the war inside of me prevents me from reaching for it.Take it, bitch, you know you want to. You want to hurt him, you want to see him bleed.
“Take it,” Bash demands forcefully. “Make it right, little toy.” I stare at it as a shiver races down my spine, but not with fear, with excitement. “No one will know, no one but us, and we’re yours, your creatures, little toy. We will protect you.”
“She’sours,“ Wren hisses, his fingers encircling my wrist as they caress my pulse. My breathing leaves me in quick, ragged pants, my chest constricting with all the dark energy surrounding us, all the implications of what they’re demanding I do. I look back at the man again.Bloodied. Helpless.A mirror of everything I fear in myself, in this malevolent place, and inthem.
I think of Cecelia, my poor cousin, and the things that must’ve been done to her, how she suffered needlessly, when all she sought was help. What she had suffered even prior to coming here. The things that Halstead covered up from the light, like the cockroach he is. What I’ll never find unless I...unless I let go.Unless I cross the line, the one I had drawn with all my dreams, and hopes that I could be a better person, that I could earn forgiveness. The line that Caterina and Cat both despise, but have always been too weak to cross over.One cut. One breath.One moment, when I stop pretending I am the doctor, and that I care.Do it, set me free,the monster inside of me rattles at the bars of its cage.
My fingers close around the thin, sharp piece of metal. It feels cold and perfect, as if it has been made specifically for my hand. Bash smiles at me like a man witnessing holy communion.Wren whispers a riddle I don’t comprehend, something about wolves in coats of sugar and mercy, wearing masks of meat. Even his rabid insanity can’t dampen the feeling within me, the sense of rightness. The craving for blood and destruction, the one I have always harbored.
I stand on trembling legs, Bash reaching out to steady me, and the heat from his hands, on my bare legs, causes goose bumps to erupt along my flesh. His fingers continue on their upward progress, stroking my inner thighs, and fanning the flames rising inside of me. Wren’s bloody hand reaches out and pries the coat open, his fingers sliding between my breasts, and leaving a red trail, before cupping my right globe and squeezing, so tight a gasp parts my lips. “Delicious, I can’t wait tofeaston you, my sweet, fragile doll.”
Bash moves his head closer, his hands forcing my thighs to part for him. His hot mouth meets my flesh, and slides across my folds, licking and sucking until he reaches my clit, and he uses his teeth. The hit of pain rips a scream out of me, and the orderly’s swollen eyes shoot open, blood trickling down his temple, and gushing from his nose. My legs shake, and Wren grabs onto my elbow, leading me to the floor, where I get on all fours, the shiv still clutched tightly in my hand. “Ple... ase...” the orderly begs, his eyes wide with fear.Look at him, Cat, look at how he cries so prettily now. He’s afraid of you, and he should be.
Bash lifts the coat along the back of my frame, my pussy and ass exposed to their hungry eyes. My nipples pucker tightly in the chilled air as they swing below me. Strong, calloused fingers grasp onto my asscheeks, squeezing and pulling them apart, before the sound of spitting hits my ears, and I feel warm wetness gliding down my crack. Bash’s fingers slide through the wetness, and I realize it’s not from the spit at all. I’m soaked.
“What a naughty slut you are, Doctor. Look at how your puckered hole clenches, awaiting my cock to fill it up.”Fuck.Bash’s fingers slip inside my tight hole, pumping slowly, leisurely. In and out, spreading my wetness on my folds, and to my back hole. The sound of rustling catches my attention, and I dart my eyes in Wren’s direction. He’s pulled his clothes off, and is standing there naked, in all his chiseled, scarred, and tattooed, glory. His tattooed hand is tightly wrapped around his thick, long length as he strokes himself, and pearls of precum fall from his slit. I get a glimpse of the tattoo at his base, wrapping around his thick, bare girth. A sinister circus clown with his mouth gaping wide, and filled with sharp teeth. I don’t know whether to chuckle, or to be afraid, but Wren’s serious expression wipes both choices from me.
“Open, Doctor, let me paint your lips with my cum.” Wren moves forward, the tip of his weeping cock pressed against my lips. His cum’s salty taste hits my tastebuds, and I groan, as he uses the opportunity to thrust his cock to the back of my throat, forcing me to gag. At the same time, Bash slips his thumb inside my ass, as he continues to fuck my pussy with his fingers.Fuck, fuck, fuck.I can’t stop my body from undulating against Bash’s fingers, and wanting him to fuck me harder, to fill me up, while Wren removes my ability to breathe. Wren wraps his other hand around my throat and squeezes tightly, while he pounds into it like a savage. “Fuck, yes, my pretty dolly, swallow me down. You were meant for me, meant forus.”
“Look at how well you take my brother in your throat, little toy. Will you take me in your ass just as well?” I scream against Wren’s cock, the sound muffled as Bash slips more fingers inside my ass, stretching me wide, while his other hand still fills my pussy. I’m impossibly full, yet I still crave more. “Squeeze, whore, show me how tight you can get,” he demands, and my body obeys his command, squeezing my core muscles, andbearing down on his digits. I can feel my orgasm rising, taking me over like scorching hot lava in my veins. I’m so close, so very close. I just need something to push me over the edge.
A movement catches the corner of my eye, and Wren slows his thrusts. The beaten orderly is trying to turn over, so he can crawl away. Where he thinks he’s going to go, with all the doors locked, and two psychopathic killers in the room, I don’t know. “Excuse me, Doctor, I have to squash a bug. Bash, fuck her ass hard, and make her scream, brother.”
Oh look, Cat, he’s about to do what you’re too weak to. You should be the one punishing that orderly for his audacity to think he could abuse you. Kill him, Cat, prove that you’re not weak. Do it for yourself, do it for Cecelia, and all the little girls just like her.
Wren pulls out of my mouth and turns away, and I almost beg him to come back. Saliva, precum, and tears coat my skin, causing my hair to stick to me. I go to swipe at my mouth, but Bash growls loudly in my ear, and bites down on my shoulder. “Leave it, I like you a mess. I can’t wait to see mine and Wren’s cum dripping out of you.”
Well, fuck.A pained grunt has me looking in the orderly’s direction once again, and I watch with amusement as Wren stomps on him, like he would an insect, over and over again. “You’re just a dirty, nasty bug, not a tasty one. I won’t dare to eat you. You’re not worth it.” He catches me watching him through slitted eyes as pleasure mounts inside of me, and loud moans slip past my lips. “Yes, she’s a pretty whore, but she’s mine and Bash’s. No, we can’t kill him, he’s my brother, and we love him,” Wren argues with himself. His large foot lands on the guard’s neck, and he presses down, bearing his weight, as the orderly tries desperately to stop him.
A slap ricochets around the small space, and my asscheek tingles and burns from Bash’s violence. “Focus,little toy. We’renot here for your amusement, you’re here for ours.“ He slaps my other asscheek, and my pussy feels so empty without his fingers inside of me.
“Please, fill me up, please, Bash,” I beg, like the wanton whore they know I am for them.
His hand comes around to my face, and he presses four of his fingers inside my mouth, forcing me to taste myself on the digits, and stretching my lips wide, until I gag over and over. His other digits continue to stretch my asshole, and force unhinged, loud moans past my lips. “Do you think you can take both of us in your ass, little toy?” I can’t answer him with his fingers shoved down my throat, but I nod, as tears coat my cheeks. “I guess we will find out soon enough, won’t we, Doctor?”
“I want to play, Bash! Bring her closer, brother. Let me have a taste of her,” Wren whines and kicks the bleeding man, who’s gasping for air. Bash’s fingers leave my mouth, wrapping themselves around my throat in a tight grip. “You’ll look so beautiful tomorrow with my hand necklace imprinted on your soft skin.”
His other fingers leave my ass, and I almost weep, my puckered hole demanding to be filled. He threads his fingers through my hair, yanking out strands, and causing tears to cascade down my face, as he drags me closer to the orderly by my hair. “I want you to get some joy from the man who almost took you away from us. You need to take back your power. You’re not weak. You need to show him that.” My eyes widen with sudden fear, but inside, my stomach is a flutter with nervous energy. I don’t know where he’s going with this, but wherever it is, it’s past the point of ever turning back.
“Please, no, please!” I beg, but I know it’s useless, and deep inside, it angers the monster that wishes to be unleashed.
