Page 11 of Worship

More tears blur my vision and stream down my face. “Put music on,” Blake says, waiting for me to obey his command I don’t want to follow. Standing, Nick goes over to the stereo I didn’t notice in the corner of the room. After pressing a button, the guitar shrieks through the speakers loudly. “Come on, baby girl. Take off your dress.”

“W-Why?”

“Because I said so,” he says, his tone darkening. Coldness impales me when he mouths, “Off.”

My head shakes, but the action causes the room to spin. Before I know what’s happening, I feel myself falling forward into Blake, who catches me. “Fucking hell,Nicolas. How much did you give her?”

“Not a lot,” he defends, though I sense he’s lying. “She won’t pass out.”

Grunting, Blake stands, and a gasp flies out of my mouth when my feet suddenly leave the ground. Carrying me over to the bed in his arms, he places me down on top of it. My body sinks into the middle of the mattress as he sits next to me, and I want to move away, but my arms and legs are heavy and weak. I can’t move.What’s wrong with me?

I let out a cry. Despite being unable to move, I’m hyperaware of everything, like Blake’s hand running up my thigh. He lifts my dress slowly, bunching it at my hips, and blows out a heavy breath when he sees the underwear I’m wearing.

“Damn, baby girl. I think that deserves a round of applause.” He claps his hands together and laughs. “And maybe a reward. What do you think, son?” Nick says nothing, and Blake’s eyes narrow. When he waves his hand for him to come over, my heart drops. “Come here, dickhead.”

There’s a shuffle, and then Nick appears next to me, shadows beneath tired eyes. “What?”

Blake claps him on the back, hard enough to make him wince. “I’m only doing this to teach you. You’re afraid of pussy.”

“I’m not—”

“Stop lying,” he growls. “You’re not strong. You’re not ready to be a leader of this club. Notyet. Now, let’s get you reacquainted with the cleanest, freshest pussy in this place, all ready for you toeat.”

His eyes widen. “No, Pops. She’s yours—”

“And she will be, but I’m too pissed off to reward her, and I just want to sink into a nice, tight,wethole. She’s too fucking dry.”

I open my mouth to scream, but can’t. That’s when I spot the empty glass Nick gave me on the table. It was him—the reason I can’t move. He drugged me.

Shifting to the side, Nick takes Blake’s place and doesn’t look me in the eye when his fingers catch the thin material of my panties. “Don’t be so fucking gentle. Snap it.”

Furrowing his brow, he tugs until it breaks. It’s viciously ripped from my body as Blake then reaches out and tears my dress right down the front as if it’s nothing more than tissue. I can’t believe this is happening as Nicolas lifts my legs around his shoulders and leans in closer.

Cold air nips at me as tears endlessly trickle down the sides of my face. I try to scream again but can’t. Even as his hot breath blows against my inner thigh, lips brushing against my skin.

My breath is sharp as I inhale when his tongue flicks out and licks me. The sensation is strange and twists my stomach into knots. I don’t like it as he sucks and licks, followed by an uncomfortable pinch as one of his fingers slips inside of me. I whine in pain as he pumps them in and out, fingernails scraping the inner parts of my flesh. My eyes squeeze shut.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

He doesn’t.

“Good girl,” Blake whispers, sitting on my other side. Reaching over, he touches my breast, stroking my nipple. My lower stomach clenches as something unbearable claws through my body. They both keep going until I no longer feel like a person. Just a thing they’re both poking and prodding in ways they shouldn’t.

After a while, Blake taps Nicolas’ shoulder.

“Enough.” Nick stops and gets off me, expression pained for a few seconds before disappearing, and Blake chuckles. “There you go. That wasn’t so bad, was it? Now get the fuck out.”

Turning away, Nick gets up and leaves the room, slamming the door behind him. Blake’s mouth stretches wide. “Now it’s my turn.”

Lips slam against my mouth, his tongue thrusting past my teeth. It’s more like a brutal assault than a kiss, and I gag at the choking invasion. Reaching down to his pants, he undoes his belt. “Your sister handed your soul over to me, baby girl, and now you’re all mine,” he says, popping the button of his jeans and tugging them down.

Put it on, Heidi.

Do as he says.

My world fades. Nicole planned this?

The more my thoughts try to piece together what’s happening, the more I can’t help thinking that she had no intention of taking me to a party tonight. She offered me over to Blake to save herself from whatever trouble she’s gotten herself in, and the realization of that shatters my heart. I can’t believe it. Why would she do this to me?

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