Page 160 of Plug and Drain

Nathaniel crouched down and reached for her, but she gave a terrified sob and drew back, wishing the ground would swallow her whole.

“Enough,” she whimpered, unsure if anyone could distinguish her words. “Please, enough. Not again.”

“Talk to Arken,” Nathaniel pleaded. “Ask him something. Ask him anything.”

She didn’t understand.

She didn’t understand.

She didn’t understand.

Everything hurt. She felt wretched. And she felt—

Arken came into view, looking ashen faced. He stood, gripping his arms, half bowed over.

He won’t want you now, whispered a lilting voice. Bizarrely, an image flashed in her mind of the steel pike protruding from stone at the front entrance.

It was speaking to her.

Who could possibly want you now?

“Ask him a question,” Nathaniel repeated urgently, glancing between her and Arken. “Now.”

The command made her shrivel. She’d been pushed beyond her capacity to function, to respond to orders dutifully. She’d been reduced to…to…

“Leave me alone,” she croaked, her voice thick.

Arken took a step back.

He was retreating.

He was leaving.

Nathaniel was on his feet in an instant, seizing his friend by the collar and dragging him back. “For fuck’s sake, Arken, this is not your fault!”

She could hear Henrikk laughing.

Arken snapped, launching himself across the room to where Henrikk stood by the door.

Nathaniel caught him and held him back.

Arken struggled silently against his hold.

And Henrikk grinned, eyes sparkling with malice.

Susie turned onto her side and curled up into a ball.

Wet. Sticky. Pain. Blood, probably. She could smell it. Probably not a lot of it. The smell of semen from between her legs was far stronger. Musty and sharp. She could pinpoint which aroma belonged to Arken, and which one was Henrikk’s, and the way their cum smelled as they mixed together with her juices. Bile crept up her throat. The memory of the scent profile would be with her forever.

Would she ever be able to scent one without remembering the other?

Arken and Nathaniel were fighting. Not the way vampires fought, lethally, but the way brothers did—wrestling and crashing into walls, knocking over more of Susie’s books.

She couldn’t tell who was winning. She presumed Nathaniel was trying to stop Arken from leaving.

But if he wanted to leave…

Let him go.