Page 135 of Jagged Souls
“Which has given me time to come in here and sneak you some V.”
I grasp onto that last statement, using it to convince myself he’s lying. Bear might go up against Sadist, but he won’t dare defying Antonio. “He refused to give me any.”
Sunny chuckles. “Oh, I’m not part of his plan. I’m doing my own shit. You see, the bastard in your belly –”
I flinch. My panic is rising too fast to hold back now. I can feel thatthingeating its way through me. Can feel the disease of its soul.
“– isn’t mine, which means I’m going to have to suffer fucking months of experiments before I get another chance to stop them. So this is what we’re going to do. I’m going to give you V, and in exchange, when you miscarry, you tell Antonio it’s because of Eduardo.”
The truth of his words hits me so hard, I can’t breathe. Now that Sunny’s learned the two of them have been raping me, he’s made his play. There was never a rescue attempt. Neither Varius nor Dayne have come for me.
Tears burning in my soul, I cry out, and all my bandaged fury, all the fire I pulled on for this last desperate attempt to escape, is blown out with a single breath.
There is no end to this.
I’m going to die here just like Antonio said.
“You don’t have to suffer anymore, Micha,” Sunny says as he kisses my shoulder, and a bolt of arousal is triggered by the potion he forced down my throat.
Only, this time, I don’t have the energy to resist it.
Don’t have the desire.
Instead, I let the high course through me, let it take away the pain that’s dug its claws into every nerve of my body, every piece of my soul.
“Just stop fighting it and accept that this is life.” His lips trail across my skin to my shoulder. He still keeps both my wrists in his hands, but I don’t struggle anymore.
“It’ll go so much easier once you do. Trust me.” He licks his way up my ear. “I’ve been exactly where you are.”
My lips tremble as self-loathing and disgust roll down my cheeks. I hesitate for a second, that last flickering flame in me struggling to hold on despite the wind and the rain and the pitch black of nothingness baring down on it.
Utterly defeated, I arch my neck.
I give in to the effects of the V.
No longer fighting the addiction, I let him fuck me as I cry.
Thirty-Nine
Nameless
She looks in a mirror and sees no reflection.
She’s lost everything, gone without detection.
There’s no fire in her soul.
No collateral
To hold against her
Because she no longer cares,
No longer sees
Just how beautiful they used to be.
They are faceless ghosts –
