“Fine. But I don’t have to like it.” The words were grumbled out like a teenager being given a chore.
It took all I had to not laugh at his expression.
Emery
Iwatched helplessly as Enzo was forced to kneel. Both of his knees were already bruised from the many hours praying to a god that wasn’t going to save us. It wasn’t like these men cared. No—they only wanted whatever they thought their bodies demanded.
I had learned quickly to go along with whatever Steven and his friends wanted. It wasn’t worth the pain. Not that it stopped them from hurting me, though.
Another cry echoed around the room, this time making me jerk against the rough hand at the back of my neck. Steven’s simple hold kept me in place. His fingertips pinched, leaving their own bruises against my pale skin.
Why not, right? It’d just add to the mix of colors that covered every part of me these days.
“See, this is what happens when you fall for the help.” Apparently, Enzo was said help. I was just as degraded as him, if not worse.
“Just because I let the two of you play, doesn’t mean it could keep happening behind closed doors.”
“We didn’t do anything!” Enzo shouted. It was true. We hadn’t touched below the belt. A second later, a hand swatted towards his head and he fell sideways with no way to catch himself. With his hands tied behind his back at an odd angle, he was as helpless as I was.
“Please.” The word fell from my lips. I had no clue what I was pleading for. I just wanted it to stop. Enzo wasn’t to pay the price for something I did again.
The rules for living here kept blurring. One second, something would be fine, but the next it wasn’t. I was getting whiplash. But that was exactly what Steven wanted from me. From us.
A never-ending life on the edge.
I never thought I’d live this long in Steven’s hold. I knew I was his so-called favorite, because there was no reason to fight against what he wanted. It was easier to just...find a way to survive.
That’s exactly what I did. I followed Steven’s directions. I let him manhandle me and use me in ways I never wanted. The few times I did fight against him, I was left in misery. It was worse than death.
At least if I died, I wouldn’t have to be raped and torn apart from the inside out.
I clenched my eyes tightly shut as Enzo was once again forced to his knees. This time, the man pushed his head to the floor.
I couldn’t watch it again. I knew the feeling of being pinned down and spread open. My own butt checks clenched together, already feeling exactly what Enzo was feeling.
Being raped once was bad, but over and over was even worse.
“You will watch, pet.” Steven’s dark, whispered words were low in his throat, a threat laying heavy over me.
Not wanting to, but obeying, I opened my eyes. It was hard to see through the tears, and I was never more thankful for them before now.
Soon enough, the cries and grunts sounded around the room. My eyes may have been looking at what Enzo was being forced to take, but my mind blanked out. Since that first time I had been forced to take a dick into my ass by Steven, my mind knew how to go hazy, protecting me from what I couldn’t deal with.
It was a small blessing.
Tears still fell, my breath heavy in my chest, and the room around me dimmed. The cries from Enzo would haunt me later, but for now, I’d pretend I was just dreaming. I’d ignore the fact that Steven’s hard dick was being played with right next to my head by his own hand.
I’d just…do what I had to do to survive.
Emery
Asmall cry pierced the quiet room. Instantly, I covered my mouth with a hand, cutting off the noise. Holding my breath, I strained my ears to listen for anyone coming my way.
When no one opened the door, I sagged against the mattress. It did little to stop the tears.
I was so tired of crying. Tired of always having to be ready for something. Just...tired of everything.
Wasn’t getting away from Steven supposed to make life easier? Why wouldn’t the past stay away? Wasn’t having Enzo back meant to ease the pain that surrounded me?
