The lights snap on.
White light slams into my eyes. I flinch, squeezing them shut, then force them open again through the burn.
Shapes sharpen, and a man moves toward me.
“Look what I caught here,” he says, laughing.
“Rourke,” I shout, gather my spit, and then spit at him.
His hand closes around my throat instantly. Fingers dig in, cutting off my air as he hauls me up toward him.
“Try that again,” he says, his voice low, “and you end up like the rest of them.”
My lungs scream. I claw at his wrist, spots bursting in my vision. My gaze moved past him, searching the room.
That is when I see them.
Two girls.
One chained to the wall on my left. The other on my right. Metal collars circle their necks, chains pulling them tight against the stone walls. One has dark hair. The other is blonde. They look my age. Or close to it.
They look miserable.
Their skin clings to bone. Arms too thin. Faces drained of color. Their eyes are open, but empty.
“Why?” I whisper.
He releases me and steps back, laughing harder.
I suck in air, coughing, my throat burning. He watches me like this, enjoying it. Then he reaches up and peels the contact lenses from his eyes, dropping them onto the white tiles. He adjustssomething on his nose. The beard hides half his face, but the eyes don’t change.
My stomach drops as I lock my eyes with his.
Blue. Deep blue.
“Zayne?” I whisper.
“Eek,” he says sharply. “Wrong.”
He lunges forward, hand snapping around my throat again, tighter this time.
“Guess again.”
The word slips out of me, broken. “Brother.”
“That’s right.” He shoves me back onto the mattress and climbs over me, his weight crushing the air from my chest. His face hovers inches from mine. “How does it feel knowing you fucked both brothers?”
“I wouldn’t know,” I spat. “I barely noticed your dick inside me.”
His hand lifts. His jaw tightens. For a moment, I am sure he will hit me.
He doesn’t.
He just stares, his expression going terrifyingly calm. My stomach twists.
“You better remember that,” he says softly. “Because this dick will be the last thing you ever have for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”
My breathing quickens. My heart pounds so hard it feels like it might tear through my ribs as he drags me closer. His knee forces my legs apart, and for one terrible second, I think this is how it happens.
