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“If she’s good enough for you, she’s good enough for me, right?”

“Asher stop!”

He forces her injured leg out. The scream is barely contained behind the gag. He then forces the other one out, opening her up and then pressing his weight against the good leg to stop her from moving.

“Amelia.” I rasp, swallowing, the chains rattling, “Amelia, baby, look at me.”

Her wide, terrified eyes fall to me.

“It’s only me here,mondo mia.It’s only me.”

Asher laughs cruelly, “You’re going to watch brother while I take everything from you.”

“I’ve got you, Amelia, okay?”

Her tears stream down her puffy face, over the gag in her mouth. I was helpless, I couldn’t fucking stop this.

I’d failed. I’d fucking failed.

Asher moves her underwear to the side, exposing her. Amelia cries but keeps her eyes on me.

“I’m sorry, Amelia,” I tell her, “I’m so fucking sorry.” He touches her.

My breath saws from my chest, panic and fear and rage mashing together.

I didn’t feel the pain in my body, I didn’t feel anything.

“I’m right here with you, Amelia.”

“Should we remove the gag, Gabriel? So we can hear those pretty screams.” Asher moves his fingers and her eyes squeeze closed, “I saw you once. She comes so pretty doesn’t she.”

My nostrils flare.

He moves his hand to the gag and pulls it from her mouth, “Come on, pretty Amelia, scream for us.”

She spits in his face.

But then she screams just like he wanted as he brings his hand away and then hits her, closed fist, hard, into her centre. I refuse to look away, this is my fault. Her pain is mine.

“I think her pain is much more beautiful than her pleasure.”

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My throat is raw with the scream, the pain radiating through me. I felt blood between my legs, warm, felt where the blow had broken my flesh and realize he was wearing rings which would have caused the damage.

“Amelia!” Gabriel roars, roars like a lion trapped in a cage, unable to protect the only thing that matters to him.

This was how I would die.

I’d thought about my death before, but I didn’t expect it to be like this. It had always been my stepfather to kill me in my nightmares and since Gabriel had killed him, I hadn’t thought about it again. I thought I had longer.

The leg Asher was leaning on had gone numb from the pressure of his weight and my other leg, with its broken bone, I couldn’t move.

Even thinking about it made me want to pass out.

So I had to endure.

And Gabriel did to.

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