Page 90 of Voracious

Tears soak her face, a bruise already forming on her cheek, her lip cut. “Please let me go home.” Red stains her chin as crimson mixes with spit. “Please.”

Her brother vanishes from the room, leaving her with Jason barely able to open his eyes on the floor and the other guy on top of her.

Chris comes back and tells everyone to get out as he strips himself. I’ll kill him – I’ll make it slow, and fucking make sure he feels every single bone I’m going to snap. I want him to be awake while I peel off all his skin and light him on fire.

Jason pushes to his hands and knees but falls down. I can’t really understand what he’s saying, but it sounds like he’s telling him to get off her, that he’s a sick fuck.

I agree, brother.

The brother I cut off and abandoned.

The brother who keeps trying to get to Chris as he forces open Stacey’s legs, spits between her thighs and slaps her hard enough that she screams in pain.

He grips her face and kisses her, then says, “Do I get a big brother’s discount, you filthy slut?”

When he enters her, she tries to kick her legs out.

My rage meets new heights, and blood trickles down my hands as I pull harder at the cuffs, both temples throbbing. Pain – I want to feel pain. I deserve to feel pain after what I put her through. What I put them both through.

Stacey stops fighting, and her body goes still, her eyes on the ceiling as her stepbrother keeps going. She isn’t conscious – she’s falling into a state where she’s neither awake nor asleep. She’s there, but she isn’t.

A trauma response I’ve fallen into a few times. And now I’m watching my ex go through the same.

I should have listened to her. I should have heard her out.

I’m a fucking idiot.

Stacey was everything to me, and instead of being a good boyfriend, I walked away. I fucking ran. Right into Bernadette’s corrupted grasp. I don’t deserve her forgiveness. I don’t deserve to even look in her direction.

My skin splits more at my wrists as the metal cuts into my flesh, my teeth close to cracking with how hard I’m crushing them together, especially when he speaks.

“Next time you fall pregnant, sweetheart, it’ll bemewho fathers your child. Do you understand? You’re lucky I found that ultrasound picture and dealt with the issue, so you wouldn’t have a little bastard strapped to you.”

My eyes widen in shock. She had two broken ribs here from apparently falling down the stairs, and bad bruising on her lower back, yet these sick fucks… I can’t even say it. There are seven of them. Three are already dead. I’m going to fucking destroy the rest.

But how did they send me the clip of her and Jason…?

Before I can finish my thought, he pulls out and releases on her, then slaps her tit, grabbing her chin. “This is what happens when you try to fuck other people, Stacey. Bad things happen to bad girls. You aremine. You have been since you were fourteen. No more boyfriends. Got it?”

She stays still, her unseeing eyes on the ceiling, blank, her chest barely rising or falling.

Bernie decides to say, “She has a nice pussy at least. It’s a shame we can’t use her as a pet.”

“Shut your fucking mouth. Turn this off.”

“But the best part is about to start,” she says. “Keep watching or I’ll haveyoursister as my next pet.”

I gulp down the lump threatening to strangle me, trying not to show emotion as Chris throws Jason on the bed, telling him his fiancée needs attention. He pulls his phone out again, sits on a chair in the corner of the room and watches.

Jason wraps his arms around her, and the part that was edited out is Stacey sobbing and saying with broken words, “K… Kade? Is that y-you?” She’s touching his face, as if she’s blind, then feels his shirt. My shirt. “I’m so… so sca-scared.”

Jason grunts, unable to speak properly, and doesn’t stop her as she breaks down into his chest, heaving and begging him to make it stop – the dream is too real, and she needs to wake up. Her words are incoherent, but that’s what I pick up. She begs him to distract her.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he whispers.

They kiss – I close my eyes again. I can hear everything happening, but I try to drown it out. A lot of the footage was removed, to make it seem like she wanted to sleep with Jason, but that’s not the case. She’s drugged up, far too high to realise that she isn’t in my bed and he’s on the same level.

“Watch. The. Footage.” Bernadette slams her fist on the table with each word.

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