“Bad girls get punished.” Magnus says in a way that sounds deadly.
“I’m not…” I don’t try to finish that sentence, instead fear erupts in me. I know it’s useless, fucking stupid but I make a run for the door, slamming my fists into it as if it might just open for the first time and let me out of this nightmare.
It’s Conrad who grabs me, Conrad who hauls me back and then yanks my wrist around to show the freshly healed scar from my suicide attempt.
Magnus tuts, dragging a finger along the pink raised flesh. “You’ve devalued yourself, Grace.”
I glare at them both before I think better of it.
“Only one thing to do now.” Conrad says to his brother who nods.
I scream out, I kick out, I turn into something feral as Conrad holds me tighter and Magnus rips away at the fabric of my dress.
“No, no,” the sound that comes out of me is pathetic.
They can’t be doing this. They can’t be. The whole point was to sell me as a virgin, as some sort of prize. But what prize will there be if they’ve already claimed it?
“You can’t.” I shriek. “You can’t.”
Magnus grabs my face, pinching my cheeks so tightly it hurts. “We can do whatever the fuck we want with you.” He states.
“If you do this, I’ll be worthless. If you do this, then you’ll have no prize left to auction off.”
Conrad laughs before I can even finish that sentence.
“You don’t have a fucking clue, do you?” He sneers. “You don’t have to be an actual virgin when we sell you, all you have to do is bleed, and I’m certain the man who purchases you will fuck you hard enough to ensure you do just that.”
“Please…” I sob as my legs give in, as fear takes over everything. I don’t want to be auctioned but given the choice, I’d much rather that than have these two monsters fuck me.
Conrad laughs again, pushing me back, slamming my body down with enough force that my skull feels like it cracks in half as it hits the floor and the pain that explodes behind my eyes is enough to leave me dazed.
When I come back around, my arms are up above my head, and Conrad is holding them there. I’m fully naked, sprawled out, exposed, and Magnus Blake is straddling my waist.
I scream out in horror, I thrash and I buck, and Magnus lands a good punch to my face to subdue me again.
“It’s time you understood,” Magnus says calmly. “Time you realised that actions have consequences. Your father is dead. Your mother is less than a whorenow, and you are an adult and will be treated like one. No matter how much you try to make your own escape, your fate is sealed. You will be auctioned. Sold. And the more you damage yourself, the more we will have to make these little amendments.”
“I’m sorry.” I blurt out, even though it’s not true. I’m not sorry. I’m not in the least bit sorry. Who wouldn’t try to end it in my circumstances? Who wouldn’t try to take one tiny bit of control when everything has been taken from them?
“It’s too late for that, Gracey.” Conrad says.
I sob harder as Magnus’s hand moves to grab my exposed left breast. The touch isn’t gentle, isn’t sexual in anyway. It feels more like he’s grabbing a hand, or a finger, and is about to hack it right off.
I shut my eyes, wondering if this is just my way of rationalising it, if that’s my body’s defence mechanism against the horror I’m about to experience.
He clamps something onto me, onto my nipple, and then forces something in. Something sharp, something horrific that stabs right into my nipple, and I scream as it feels like a blade is forced into my breast.
“Hold still, you’ll only make it worse.” Magnus says in such a clinical tone, like this is a medical procedure I’m undergoing and not some newfound form of torture.
I scream again as he twists whatever it is around before he releases me, and I slump back with an awful throbbing remaining. I look down, seeing the smear of blood, and my stomach drops as I realise what he’s done.
“No.” I stammer, just as the thing tinkles, as the little bell dangling down from the thick metal hoop seems to sing in mockery.He pierced me. He pierced my fucking nipple.
“One down.” Conrad says above me.
I jerk my head, staring at him and he meets my gaze as his brother grabs hold of me again.
“No, no…” I scream again as more pain hits me. More excruciating agony, this time from my right breast.
