“You aren’t going to touch her!” Blake yells.
“Oh, no. Not me. We have better ways to break her.” Xavier chuckles villainously before nodding to the glass behind me. Seconds later, the door opens. James, Lucas, and Ryon enter. Each showcases various injuries caused by apparent torture. Their eyes go wide as they take in the scene before them. Looking between me, Blake, his discarded mask, and Xavier. Then they start yelling, though most of their words are directed at Blake who sits back in his seat expressionless.
“Now that the gang's all here…” Xavier says while rubbing his hands together, a haunting smile rested on his face.
“This is how things are going to go. Each of you will take your turn with the girl, then I’ll kill her, then we will finish off the day by killing Mr. Mikaelson here.” We all gasp at his words. Blake screams and thrashes in his chair as the guys each throw themselves back towards the wall in an ill attempt to gain distance between us.
“I’m not doing shit.” I tell him, squaring my shoulders.
“Okay, it seems you need a bit of incentive then” he says before walking over to Blake, putting a gun to his temple, and cocking it. Blake’s nostrils flare as he looks to Xavier with animalistic fury.
Panic sets in as my heart screams for him and his safety. I feel nauseous in fear at the sight of his life hanging in the balance. I am in control and I am not helpless. Imust take control of this situation to ensure we have a way out. Like my mind is read, Xavier speaks again.
“Fine. Clearly we have gotten off on the wrong foot here. One of these fine gentlemen will break you in today, with Mr. Mikaelson as the audience of course. Then for the rest of your time here, my men will have their turn until you are broken and beg for death. On that day, I will kill each of them in front of you, give you peace, and only then will Blake here be given mercy by killing himself.” I gape at his words but know what I must do to borrow time until they can be rescued, even if it kills me.
“Fine, I’ll do it.” I say softly.
“Would you like to pick who will have the honors?” Xavier asks like he's giving me the options of entrees for dinner. My eyes scan across the men behind me. I consider each for whom this will affect the least. The decision comes quickly as I feel there is really only one option.
“Lucas.” I say confidently. Looking over to him, his head hangs while nodding slightly in acceptance. He knew I would pick him.
“No, no, no, no, no. You piece of shit.” Blake flails and spits towards Xavier but is silenced by the gun being forced against his temple harder.
“Feeling a bit nostalgic, are we?” Xavier laughs, ignoring Blake’s outburst.
Ignoring his words, I ask, “Preferred method?” Trying to create a lack of intensity to what is about to happen. I make sure to only look at him from here on out, never letting my eyes drift to Blake. If they do, I know my walls will crumble.
“Dealer's choice.” He says pleasantly while waving his hand around.
Considering my options, I settle with oral as my choice. It allows for the least amount of contact and from this angle, I’ll be able to hide the act from Blake the best I can. A handjob will only piss off Xavier. I need to sacrifice something here. Moving towards Lucas, I look up at him as his eyes come down to find mine. A painful expression paints his face and I know exactly where his mind is going. Back to those painful nights where we would have to do these things to each other. The worst part of it all was that we had to do it until we both finished. Otherwise we would be tortured.
“Hey.” I say, drawing his attention further to me.
“Close your eyes and think about someone else. Anyone else.” I beg. He nods and looks up to the ceiling while closing his eyes. I cast my gaze to James and Ryon who stare forward, not even acknowledging my presence. This offers me a small bit of peace.
Reaching up, I collect Lucas’s pants button and unlatch it. Taking his zipper into my fingers, I draw it down until his pants are entirely open. I hesitate as his boxers come into view and decide on how to proceed. Making up my mind, I tap him on the thigh to ask for his help. He mechanically removes his penis and immediately puts his hands back behind him again. Slowly, I reach up and grasp it. His body winces in response but I ignore it. We need to get this over with quickly. Lazily, I stroke it a few times.
“The rules still apply, Everly.” Xavier says behind me and I look behind me in horror. He means I need to finish this too. My hand stalls its motion as tears well up in my eyes. My mind travels back to those traumatizing moments.
“You, help her with taking care of your friend here.” He says and moments later I hear James’s choked voice.
“I’m so sorry.” His hand tunnels into my hair and forces my head forward until I am centimeters from Lucas’s still flaccid penis. Tears flow as I open my mouth and allow him entrance. James’s hand continues to push my head up and down his length as I begin to sob. I can hear James cry too as his hand moves as little as possible. Seconds later, Lucas grows in my mouth and I open my eyes in response. I look over to find his fingers laced in Ryon’s as shock takes over my senses. I snap my eyes closed again and try my best to stay focused on the task but Xavier’s voice cuts through the room again.
“I am losing patience, Everly. Follow the rules or people are going to start dying around here.” I shake as my hand comes down and pushes its way into my panties. The feeling makes me nauseous as my mind won't turn off to the idea of what I am doing to Lucas.
“Focus on my voice, baby.” Blake says hoarsely. My body visibly relaxes an inch.
“That's it. Now imagine me in your mouth and my fingers in your hair. Show me how good I make you feel.” He says in a husky tone that nearly has me moaning out loud. I do as he says and quickly the image comes. My fingers find my clit as I begin rubbing it.
“You’re doing so good. Just like that. Now put your fingers inside.” He says. I involuntarily moan at his words. My fingers slide back and push inside. I begin pumping them in and out. Rocking against my hand. My orgasm builds quickly as I practically fuck my own fingers.
“Good girl. Cum for me, baby.” He says with a groan. Is he enjoying this too? The thought tips me over the edge as I scream out in ecstasy. Seconds later, Lucas jerks forward and finds his own release down my throat. I rip my hand out of my pants and throw myself away from him. Panting, I look to Blake who has an ever apparent erection followed by a wet spot.
“Your moans are my kryptonite, little siren.” He breathes rapidly. I bite my lip in response and he smiles back at me. Looking at him makes the entire world melt away. Only he exists at this moment. We stay trapped in each other's gaze only to be disrupted when Xavier claps his hands.
“That’ll be all for today. Back to your rooms.” Promptly we are collected and one by one lead back to our rooms.
As soon as my restraints are applied and the door shuts, I fall to pieces. Convulsing in sobs, I cry. I cry for the girl these people broke once before. I cry for Lucas and the trauma he has spent so long running from just for it to come screeching back. I cry for the giant lie that has been my connection between Blake, or Ghost, or whatever the fuck his name is. I cry until my lungs give out and fall into a gasping fit of exhaustion and sleep takes over me.
