And so I remain silent in the dark, waiting until she whispers goodnight and leaves.
My eyes are beginning to droop as I get sleepy, despite my heart pounding, insisting I’m in danger. I know I am, I’ve just had so many nights like this, I know I can’t do anything about it.
The door opening makes me flinch, and as I whine in a disoriented state, I wonder if Lexi decided to break into my room anyway. I don’t want her to see this.
“Shh,” Brad murmurs, stumbling into the room. It’s evident that he’s been drinking. I recently turned eighteen, and came into my designation, as did Lexi.
So far, he and Luke have been leaving my sister alone. I really want that to continue until we can leave. Day after day, I’m losing more of myself, and it’s becoming harder to hide that from Lexi.
“Brad?” I rasp, shuddering. He left me wearing nothing but a pair of panties. My nipples are drawn tight from the cold, my fan on high above me.
I’m not at all aroused, but looks can be deceiving.
“Yes, pet,” he says drunkenly, swinging the door open wide to allow another person to enter. “We were a little busy. Sorry to keep you tied up.”
My legs are free, but that doesn’t matter as they slide against the satin sheets. I fucking hate the way these feel against my skin. Brad noticed recently that I dislike satin, and began insisting that I use these sheets.
The fucker bought them and told me he’d whip me black and blue if he didn’t see them on my bed. My omega instincts are going insane. Everything is wrong, and they shouldn’t be in my space.
It’s getting harder to keep this ruse, pretending that I want them.
Whining, I watch as Brad flicks on the overhead light. It’s so bright it burns my eyes, and I whimper as Luke chuckles. I can hear the door shut and the lock turned softly before their heavy steps move toward me.
“I think we’re ready to try something really fun,” Brad purrs. My body clenches in fear, because nothing he thinks is fun actually is. “Open your eyes, Silva.”
His alpha bark makes me turn my head and open my eyes, though they’re slitted due to how bright the light is.
“She won’t be able to look at you if you keep this light on, dummy,” Luke mutters, turning out the overhead light and turning on the lamp.
This isn’t a kindness, he’s doing this so that I can do what they want.
Brad stares at me hungrily, pulling his clothes off and climbing on the bed.
“You’d better be wet for me,” he warns, his fingers moving to pinch and twist my nipples until I scream.
My pussy slicks against my will, and Luke shoves a leather gag deep in my mouth, until I’m choking on it. It has a hole to spread my lips wide, and he fastens it behind my head. It’s not the first time he’s used this contraption, but it’s no less demoralizing as my mouth fills with saliva, making me drool.
Luke undresses as Brad’s touch ghosts down my skin until his fingers tangle in the waistband of my panties. Yanking them off, he tosses them to the side before pushing his fingers inside the entrance of my pussy. I’m not at all ready for theinvasion and my body tightens as he forces them inside of me. It hurts, and my grunt is meant to warn him.
“Fuck her harder with your fingers,” Luke says, now naked as he straddles my chest. His cock bobs at my lips, and he pushes it through the hole in the gag, forcing me to swallow him or choke.
“There’s the slick,” Brad chuckles. I can’t see him anymore because Luke’s body is in the way, but I can hear him spit on my pussy to help him push a third and fourth finger inside of me.
Apparently fisting is on the table today. Wonderful.
A searing agony makes me scream, and Luke laughs as my body flinches. There are teeth in my thigh, and Brad worries the skin by shaking his head like a dog to tear into my body. He moves on to bite my stomach as he continues to push his fist into my pussy, causing my body to be one throbbing injury.
This is their new game.
“Every night, it’s something new,” Luke laughs, his hands resting on the headboard as his hips thrust wildly.
I can’t breathe, and the drool is making me choke harder as it collects in my mouth. Luke isn’t wrong, every night they find a new way to torture me. The searing agony makes me attempt to kick Brad off me, but all I get for my trouble is my thighs pinned down and more bites.
Brad shoves his cock into my asshole, an unprepared hole, enjoying my strangled scream of pain as he holds me down.
“Wouldn’t it be fun if we bonded you to us?” he laughs, his hands the only reason I’m not sliding up on these cursed sheets.
No.
