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“Beg for it, and I might make you come.”
“Like that could entice me,” I gasp, injecting sarcasm into my tone.
“Have it your way, then.”
White-hot agony engulfs me, and all I can feel is pain as he abuses my body, subjecting me to unrelenting debasement until he’s satisfied. He leaves me collapsed on the bottom of the cage, whimpering weakly and struggling to breathe. I can feel his cum slipping out of my body, and I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s streaked red with my blood. I’m not sure what happened to invite such a brutal attack, and I doubt I’ll ever know.
The last thing I see before I slip into unconsciousness is Farren’s worried expression and her tear-glazed, gray eyes.
Chapter Twelve
Farren
The look in my father’s eyes as he wrecks Violante for his pleasure tells me this is my punishment. I’m not sure if it’s because of what happened yesterday in my room or if he somehow knows what I did last night. The whole time he is in the cage with her, I’m afraid he’ll kill her. All I can do is watch helplessly as the hope dies in Violante’s eyes, and I can’t stop the tears falling as I sit there and do nothing to save her.
I’m not sure where Tucker is. As heartless as he’s become, I’m surprised he didn’t want to see what was happening. I’ve never felt so alone as when my father’s eyes lock with mine while he thrusts into the young woman trapped beneath the weight of his body and his anger.
“Clean up this fucking mess, Farren. And when you’re done I want to see you upstairs promptly. Don’t try anything funny. Your brother will be down in a moment to supervise and lock up.”
I nod silently and hurry up the stairs to get the bucket and washcloths. My hands are shaking so badly I nearly spill the water as I make my way back down into the basement, this time accompanied by Tucker. His expression is hard and resolute the entire time he watches me as I carefully clean away the evidence of what I’ve just witnessed, but no amount of scrubbing will erase the fresh bruises littering Violante’s skin or the dark handprint on her ass.
Her eyes meet mine briefly before slipping closed again, and if I couldn’t see the rise and fall of her breasts with every faint breath, I’d believe she was dead. The water is pink by the time I’m done, and after throwing the cloths into the bucket, I reluctantly get to my feet. As I straighten, I look up and I’m caught in my brother’s gaze, but there’s something different about it I can’t put my finger on.
“Go on,” he orders, more softly than I expected and I frown at him.
I glance behind me one more time, and my breath catches when I see him pull out the blanket from where I told Violante to hide it.He knows. As if sensing he’s being observed, he looks up at me, and my heart twists in terror. Tucker’s eyes narrow as he jerks his head at me to get a move on, but I’m frozen in place. After shaking his head at my foolishness, he drapes the blanket over her body before leaving the cage while I stare at him in shock.
Tucker glances up and scowls upon seeing me still standing on the stairs with a dumbstruck expression on my face. My body unfreezes, and I hurry up the last few steps, taking care not to spill the water. If I make a mess, I’ll be in worse trouble than I am already. I don’t know what to make of Tucker’s change of heart, and I’m not about to ask when our father is no doubt waiting to inflict his next punishment. I empty out the water and rinse the bucket before wringing out the cloth and disposing of it in the laundry hamper.
My movements are sluggish, and my footsteps are slow and hesitant as though my feet are unwilling to take me toward my father.
“Farren! Get in here!” he calls out, and I scurry into the dining room where he’s sat at the table, and a chair is pulled out next to him. “Come here, we need to have a little chat.”
I’m reluctant to move closer, already able to feel the menace he’s radiating from where I’m standing, six feet away. His eyebrows pull together, and his expression darkens further at my reticence. Not wanting to induce an even more intense ire from him, I close the distance between us until I’m standing right in front of him. Before I can open my mouth to ask what’s wrong, his hand wraps firmly around my throat, cutting off my air supply as well as any words I was about to say.
“I went to the basement to begin your lesson this morning, and do you know what I found? The basement door unlocked. Your brother wouldn’t dare go against me, and he always bolts it once he’s done making sure the little dyke is secure. So that leaves only you, my daughter. What were you doing down there?”
I shake my head, scratching at his hands and trying to loosen his grip on me. My head’s already spinning from lack of oxygen. I can’t formulate the words to respond, and even if I could, I have no air to voice them. Darkness coats the edges of my vision, and a faint shout of fury reaches my ears, sounding very far away as everything fades to black.
Chapter Thirteen
Tucker
“What are you doing?” I exclaim when I walk into the dining room and see my father choking the life out of Farren. Her movements are weak, and her head lolls to one side, but he doesn’t loosen his grip. “Let her go!”
“Don’t interfere, son. The little bitch insists on defying me, and I don’t need a disobedient little dyke living in my house and ruining our family’s reputation. Why don’t you make yourself useful and finish off the one downstairs, hmm?”
I shake my head in disbelief, and before I have time to reconsider the foolishness of my actions, I take a swing at him. It surprises him enough that his head jerks to the side and he releases Farren who drops to the floor, unmoving. He responds immediately, and the blow he lands in my gut winds me. I fall to my knees next to my sister, gasping. Farren’s eyes are closed, but relief spreads through me when I see the faint rise and fall of her chest.She’s alive.
Father lands another hit, this time to my head, and my ears ring at the power behind it. Somehow, I manage to stand upright, but I’m unsteady on my feet, and the smug grin on his face tells me I’m already beaten. I glance at Farren who remains unconscious at my feet and straightening my back, I meet his gaze head on.
“Is that all you’ve got?” I taunt. Even though I feel much weaker than my tone and my words belie.
“You can’t win, boy. You may as well give up while you’re still standing.”
I grit my teeth and glare at him. “I won’t let you take her from me.”
“I warned you what would happen if you interfered.”
