Chapter 39
Thirty-Nine
U pon her return to the mansion, Ren faced the wrath of the brothers.
“You have taken so much from us. Our brother. Our trust in one another. Our trust in you.” Bastian listed the reasons he wouldn’t ever let her go again.
“You owe us a debt of gratitude for your life.” Grayson said.
“Take my life then, It’s not worth living without love.” Ren let heavy tears fall from her eyes.
Her punishment was severe, a painful reminder of their power and control over her. While her heart was broken by the mistake she had made, they utilized it and carved up what remained of her bright humanity.
“That’s just it. You have my love, pet. I will show you just how much too.” Bastian cooed while circling her as she wept on the cold hard floor.
Forcing her to take their tortures of pleasure as they saw fit would be the best case scenario in Bastian’s twisted mind.
“I’ll have you screaming in pain while you ride my cock. Taking it in turn with my brother. Grayson will have his fill of you as well. He has agreed to set aside his jealousy for the good of our relationship.”
Together the brothers got creative. They brought down nearly three thousand years worth of unspeakable torment on her, using disturbingly imaginative methods to ravage her body and mind.
They’d lavish her with gifts and pamper her in her recovery before beginning the process. The once familiar surroundings of the mansion seemed more menacing than ever, each opulent room a stage for her punishment.
Grayson's calculated cruelty was a harsh contrast to the comfort she had briefly found in him.
Bastian's commanding presence loomed larger, his authority over her more oppressive than ever.
“Get on your knees for your master, pet.” Bastian ordered.
“Yes sir.”
Ren’s resolve was all but gone. She had no more fight left in her.
T ogether, the two brothers carved out her spirit and left her mind a hollow shell to fill with their twisted cruelty.
They cut, peeled, burned, and melted away every scrap of soul and hope she had held onto before.
Using even Callum, her ally, as part of her punishment was a bitter betrayal that sent a chill down her spine. She gaped in horror at the atrocities he had committed against her after the love she had shared with him.
C ompletely unaware she was only conjuring up the nightmares in her fractured psyche, Ren's resilience crumbled away in minute fractions as her own thoughts developed ways to aid in her ongoing suffering.
She couldn’t cope with the loss of Callum even in the presence of Grayson and Bastian. Even while still having their affections. She needed Callum too.
The last she saw of him, he was dead. She had killed him.
She murdered her true love in cold blood.
Broken and defeated, Ren found herself at the mercy of the brothers. Her heart that had ached for the freedom she had briefly tasted, now found that a strange sense of relief washed over her.
The mansion, despite its dark history, was familiar—a twisted sanctuary from the outside world. She could bar off false promises here, and rule the night with the lovers that satisfied her physical desires. Her heart was cold, her love that had once been so full of joy and warmth with Callum was gone. Just a shell of coal remained.
Her complicated feelings for the brothers had deepened, her brief escape revealing a startling truth—she was still in love with them.
She became the centerpiece of their blood lust and ferocity. This twisted realization tasted bitter on her tongue, yet it was a truth she could not deny.
Ren was trapped, not just by the brothers' control, but by her own complicated emotions, attachments, and needs—it was her feelings that held her back.
The freedom of escape had been an elusive dream, but in her new reality, a complicated tangle of fear, desire, and an unsettling sense of belonging she felt bound.
She thought all this time that she had been their obsession, when in truth she was obsessed with them.