But first…
I reach down, grip her by the back of the hair, and crawl-walk her back into her cage. She can stay there while we make decisions. I think I hear a small whimper as we leave the room together. It brings a smile to my face, though it is probably another piece of manipulation on her part.
“I need to know what the two of you want,” I tell them. “We will have our revenge. But I want to know what it needs to look like with regards to Miss Chick.”
“We kill BP and every single one of his associates,” Leo says. “And we keep that girl for ourselves.”
Luke nods. “I don’t know how guilty she is, but I know she isn’t innocent.”
I smile inwardly. I thought one or both of them might demand death for the girl, but chivalry prevails even in the midst of our grief. We will have the blood we need in killing BP. But the girl? She is a mystery and a gift. She is someone Teddy loved, but someone he did not master properly. We will not make the same mistake.
“I think we should all stay here until this is over,” Leo says. “The three of us can make use of her, train her, take her when we like.”
“Protection? Or birth control? Or…” Luke trails off.
“I never used protection with her, and I’m not going to start. She’s going to take my cum in her bare pussy. It’s time the next generation of Levins started to be born.”
Ella
I know they’re trying to decide what to do with me. I can hear their deep voices out in the hall. I don’t know exactly what they are saying, but I know my fate is being decided.
If they kill BP, I don’t really care what happens to me. That avenges Teddy, and what is left of me at this point besides a woman who allowed herself to be used by evil? I didn’t have a choice, really. BP would have killed me the moment he thought I was disloyal.
My life was taken from me a long time ago. I was made to be a vessel for other people, an instrument for their wishes. I haven’t made an entire decision for myself as an adult ever.
The door to the cage room opens, and Aiden walks in. Leo behind him. Luke behind Leo. Do they know they naturally walk around in birth order like giant masculine nesting dolls? Probably not the time to point it out.
“You’re going to be my pet,” Aiden says. “You’re going to live like an animal in our care. You’re going to have to learn to obey, and to accept that there’s a place for you in my life, but it is this place. The place of a little lackey animal who can’t be held responsible for her actions.”
That is terrible news. What little autonomy I once had is to be lost entirely, so it seems. I suppose I get to live, and that is generally regarded as a good thing, but I have to keep reminding myself that I could die here, that these men know I was involved in their brother’s death. They’re not going to forgive me. They’re going to punish me, because that’s what I deserve.
“I don’t want to fuck her,” Leo grinds out. “I don’t want her in my sight.”
That hurts far more than it should. I know I am a bad person who has done bad things, but these are worse men who have done far worse things. I know I was associated with killing their brother, but I never wanted Teddy dead.
“Do you understand what kind of life you’re being offered? Our little pet, our broodmare, our fuck toy. You will spend the rest of your life serving the three of us. You will bear our babies and you will raise them. But until you are pregnant, you will live like the vicious little animal you are.”
CHAPTER 12
Ella
My punishment is every bit as humiliating as they said it would be. I am kept on a leash on hands and knees. I am not permitted to rise, or stand unless I am on my own. Aiden takes the lead on my containment, while the other two orbit. I feel as though I am surrounded by predators at every moment.
BP has been killed. It is all over the news. No mention of any primate involvement, but the way it is being referred to as cartel execution style makes me suspect Aiden was involved. When I look into the man’s eyes, I see capacity for all manner of horrors. I will never know exactly what the Levin boys did to BP. But I do know that once they put me back in that cage, they left for several hours, and came back smelling of death.
On this evening, a week on from the beginning of my punishment, I sit on the floor beside him at the dinner table, being fed occasional scraps from his fingers. Every time I try to rise from my kneeling position, I am pushed firmly back down. There is absolutely no respite from his vicious mastery.
“You can’t treat me like this forever,” I mutter under my breath.
He slides two fingers under my chin and turns my face up to him. I look up into his reddish-brown eyes that have so much soul and somehow so much darkness in them at the exact same time.
“I could happily do this for years,” he says. “A lifetime of owning a pet like you would be quite entertaining. But I understand you might need more than I can feed you with my fingers, so I have made arrangements.”
A silver bowl was placed on the table earlier by a butler who pretended not to notice what is going on. He places some food in it, then slides it onto the floor in front of me.
“You can feed yourself,” he says. “But not with your hands. Be a good little pet and eat it like the animal you are.”
He’s trying to shame me. He thinks if he can break me of my humanity and force me to act like an animal, he’ll be in more control. But this is all game playing really. There is no amount of punishment that will bring his brother back, and we both know it.
