The feel of satin stroking my inner walls while blood trickled down the back of my thigh was an overpowering concoction. My mind couldn’t decide what to hold back. The cry of pain when the knife once again nicked my flesh, or the moan Flynn’s pumping finger was threatening to drag out.
What ended up coming out was a grumbled-sounding, strained breath.
“Look at our doll, Flynn.” Felix yanked my head back, forcing me to look up at him. “Caught between pleasure and pain… not knowing which one will break her first.”
He let out a low and needy growl before leaning in to brush his cheek against mine. “I can smell your sins, Poppet, and I want to devour your shame.”
A little voice in the back of my head told me to fight. Kick out, slap them, bite down, anything. However, I couldn’t make myself move. I didn’t know why. Maybe I didn’t want to fight? Maybe I was getting exactly what I deserved? Maybe I was secretly hoping they would kill me?
Felix slid his tongue up the side of my face while Flynn thrust his finger into my pussy, stroking a spot deep inside that begged me to give in and let go. My knees trembled, and my body ached for release, yet my mind continued to fight.
“You can’t break me.” I insisted. “I’m already broken.”
Felix straightened up and looked down at me. “You’re not broken, Poppet. You’re just afraid to be whole.”
“I’m not afraid.” There was no option to be whole for me. When Bethie left, she took a piece of me with her. I would never be whole again. Maybe I never was.
“He’s right. You don’t smell like a victim.” Felix lifted his hand and ran his finger over my bottom lip. “Because you aren’t one.”
His eyes snapped up to mine. “You’re a monster, just like us.”
Felix’s lips slammed down on mine, swallowing whatever argument I had, if I had one at all. I couldn’t remember. All I could feel was the way his mouth was moving, coaxing me to let go. When his tongue wrapped around mine, I was lost.
It felt like his kiss wastasting my soul. I couldn’t stop myself from groaning and pushing in for more. Felix tasted like sin wrapped in depravity, and the freedom I used to have before my life went to shit. I wanted to pull him in and push him away at the same time.
Flynn fucked me with his fingers while flicking the blade to deliver tiny slices on my thighs and arms until it felt like blood was trickling from every part of my body. Every wince or moan that I let out, Felix greedily swallowed.
“Spread your legs, Poppet,” Felix whispered against my lips. “Let my brother remind you of who you really are.”
When I didn’t immediately obey him, he growled, “Good little dolls do what their masters say.”
I wanted to scream at him that I wasn’t his doll. That I would never do what he said. But all I did was shudder.
Not away from them, or toward them. It was just the shudder of prey caught between two predators.
Felix pulled his mouth away from mine, and the stare he glared down at me was not one of hunger.
“It seems as if our star doesn’t want to follow her cues, brother.”
Flynn grunted and shoved another finger inside me, so fast that I whimpered while my pussy ached from the sudden stretch.
“Do you know what happens to stars that refuse to perform?” Felix roughly grabbed my chin and tipped my head up. “They get cut.”
Flynn’s fingers tore out of me and were replaced with something thicker and harder. It didn’t take me long to realize what it was.
The hilt of the knife.
“Spread your legs, Poppet,” Felix ordered. “Or get cut.”
Flynn pushed the hilt inside me, and I winced as the blade pierced my inner thigh.
Unlike before on the dinner table, Flynn was not using his hand to protect me from the sharp edge. If I didn’t do what they said, the blade would dig in.
I had so many cuts already that I couldn’t tell if it was sweat coating my body or blood, but I was starting to feel a little woozy. Whether it was from blood loss or how Flynn had worked me up with his fingers, I didn’t know. But I didn’t want to risk passing out. Lord knows what they would do to me then. So, I did the only thing I could…
I spread my legs.
“Wider,” Felix barked, making me shuffle my feet further apart, which was not an easy thing to do when one had a foreign object inside them.
