Chapter Fifteen #2
My eyes track their movements. The man sets down the tray before Veronica, his eyes lingering on her just a second too long for my liking. I clench my fists but know better than to react. We need information, clues, and anything that might help us find a way out.
“Bon appétit,” he practically purrs, his grin revealing yellowed, crooked teeth.
“I’m Harry, and that’s my wife, Priscilla.
You were sleeping, and we didn’t get to formally introduce ourselves.
” His eyes flicker to me before focusing back on her.
Veronica meets his gaze steadily before glancing down at the tray, her lips curled in distaste.
Yet, she reaches out for a banana, peeling it slowly. Good girl. Eat. Stay strong.
“When was your last period, girl?” he asks softly, walking over to a wall and ripping off a piece of paper.
No, not just any piece of paper, it’s a calendar.
That’s when the sinking feeling inside my chest finally settles, my muscles stiffen when he asks louder this time. “When was your last period?”
The tension in the room is palpable. Veronica, however, doesn’t bat an eyelid. She only smirks, taking a small bite out of the banana and chewing deliberately slowly, her eyes never leaving his.
“It’s due soon,” Veronica says, her tone flat as she continues to chew on the fruit with a scowl on her beautiful face.
My gaze moves towards Priscilla, who walks over to her husband and marks something down on the calendar.
Before our eyes meet, the look in her eyes is so full of hunger and desire that, I’m sure if her husband weren’t here, she probably would have pulled out my cock and shoved it down her throat.
And I’ll exploit that. It will be our way out.
Division.
The idea takes root deep in my mind until it blooms into a plan, if I’m going to protect Ronnie.
I have to tread carefully, using the wife’s attraction as another tool in my plan to escape.
Turning on my charm, I smile and politely whisper, “Thank you for the food.” The sound of my voice sounds foreign and detached from the rage inside me.
The woman lifts slightly, my stomach churns at the sight, pulling my eyes off her. I take a bite of the boiled egg. The hair in the nape of my neck rises. Feeling the weight of Harry’s stare,, seeming to sense something is going on.
“Isn’t he so polite?” the wife coos, batting her eyelashes at the husband. I look up then, trying to gauge his reaction. He grunts in response, eyes flicking between us like a predator watching its prey. I feel a bead of sweat trickle down my temple, but don’t dare wipe it away.
“So we are kidnapped, chained, and fed. Why?” I ask. Priscilla turns to me, running a hand over the braid that rests over her grey sleeve dress. “You both need to be healthy if we want to conceive. Like I told her last night. We will do anything to make our family whole.”
I nod, wrestling the urge to puke at her words.
“So what’s the game plan? I fuck you? Or I’ll be fucking her?
” I ask bluntly, causing Veronica to choke on her water, gasping and turning a shade of puce.
There’s no other alternative because there’s no way he's touching her.
A shiver runs down my spine, the reality of our predicament hitting me like a punch to the gut when I look towards my girl.
Who looks like she' s about to be sick. Veronica’s brows arch in surprise, a single choked laugh tumbling out. “Fuck me?” she echoes incredulously.
I nod, a silent answer to her question. I’ll be damned if someone else touches her; that won’t happen. Harry clears his throat, adjusting his belt to stop us from continuing. “After some talking, we agreed that it’s best if we attempt to have a biological child first.”
The words hit me with the gravity intended, each syllable slamming into my psyche as my eyes lock on the stormy greys. Veronica freezes when Priscilla walks over to me. “It’s the only way, for now. If nothing happens after trying, then it will be up to you and the will of God.”
“The will of God?” Veronica manages to sputter out. Her hands tremble slightly as she sets her water back down.
“No… he’s definitely not touching Veronica,” I seethe. “If you want a baby. I have a cock for your wife to use, defile, do whatever the fuck she wants with it for all I care, but don’t you dare fucking touch her.”
The wife’s eyes flicker with something akin to remorse.
“You really don’t have a…” she starts, before the husband interjects gruffly.
“ We want our child to be created the natural way, not just science,” he adds, his tone surprising me with its sincerity.
“Given your situation, you don’t have much of a say. ”
“And what happens after?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady. “Do we just walk away? Pretend we haven’t been kidnapped, forced to make a baby?”
The husband shifts, but it is the wife who answers. “We’re not monsters,” she says softly. “After the baby is born, you’re free to go.” Something I find extremely hard to believe. “And we will disappear.”
“What if we refuse?” Veronica challenges, her voice ice cold, her steely gaze trained on the couple. The husband’s jaw clenches visibly, but before he can say anything, his wife interrupts.
“We hope that doesn’t happen,” she says, her voice a whisper. “We… we promise to treat you well and give you everything you need.”
“When do we start?” I finally ask the million-dollar question.
The couple exchanges a glance, their expressions unreadable.
It is the husband who speaks, his voice almost robotic.
“Naturally, we will be present in the creation of our child, and one of us will knock her up.” He points at me.
“I’m not sure if my wife is the issue, but one of us is.
There’s no more funds to put into the hands of useless doctors.
With the small similarities between her and my wife, no one will ever notice the child isn’t hers biologically.
And since she’s in fertile days now, we can start today. ”
I nearly choke on my water. “Today?”
“Today,” the husband echoes, his annoyance clear. “We want the process to be as natural as possible under these circumstances.” Veronica’s face pales, her eyes wide as saucers. “If you can’t get my wife pregnant, then you will knock her up.” His beady fingers point to Ronnie.
“He can’t. He’s my brother.”
The husband blinks, taken aback. Shit, even I am. That was the last thing I expected to spill out of her lips. Why would she say such a thing when I look her way? She quickly turns away, avoiding my gaze.
“Your brother? That’s not…” He trails off, exchanging a confused glance with his wife.
“Yes, I’m her brother,” I confirm. “And given the circumstances, you can understand why this is an impossible request.” I don’t care to correct her.
I’m not her real brother, but raping her is out of the question.
Clearly, she doesn’t want me touching her.
But I won’t let him either. I’d rather my body be defiled before I ever do anything but worship hers.
“Your brother?” The wife echoes Veronica’s words, her harsh whisper ripping through the silence like a gunshot. She turns to look at her husband, an expression of shock plastically painted across her pallid face. “We… we didn’t know.”
“Does that change anything?” I ask, my voice hard and unyielding, knowing damn well her saying that puts her in his path.
Knowing that fucking admission changes everything.
The silence in the room is heavy, a miasma of shock and disbelief permeating every corner.
To their credit, the couple seems genuinely taken aback by this revelation.
They must not seen Max or Alexa, or maybe they saw our proximity and assumed we were together.
Who knows how they look for their victims, but they definitely had no idea.
They stare at each other in bewilderment, a flurry of silent communication passing between them.
Their mouths open and close; words caught in their throats as they struggle to process the news.
“It does,” the husband finally mutters, breaking the heavy silence. His features are tight as he glances at his wife, who nods solemnly. “I will try to knock her up. If not, we will find her a suitable partner. Either way, a baby will be born.”
“You will NOT touch her,” I snarl through gritted teeth, the chains rattling from my stance as my body tries to lurch towards him.
Veronica looks at me, her face stricken in fear.
Harry holds up his hands in an attempt to calm the situation, yet makes it worse the moment his mouth opens.
“We didn’t go through all this trouble to not have a baby at the end of it. ”
“You won’t touch her,” I reiterate firmly, my nails digging into the palm of my hand as fire runs through my body from the rage. The audacity of the proposal leaves me reeling in anger. “I’ll do whatever you need me to do, but stay away from her.”
The husband sighs, running his fingers through his thinning hair in a gesture of clear frustration.
“I'm afraid that is not your decision.” He spits the words out like venom, his gaze cold. The wife hugs herself, her eyes darting between her husband and me, a glimmer of fear flashing through her gaze. The husband looks over at Veronica. “We will start with you after your period. Right now, it’s his turn to perform.”
Veronica flinches, her eyes wide with terror. “Don’t touch him,” she murmurs, avoiding his gaze. “Please, there has to be another way.” The husband nods, a predatory glint in his eye as he shakes his head in disapproval. “There’s no other way, we have tried. This is the only way.”
My jaw clenches, my gaze meeting hers as she strains towards me. “Iz.”
I nod, offering her a small smile. “Nothing new to me, Ronnie. It’s okay.”
“Good,” he says, disregarding the pleading look in Veronica’s eyes. “We’ll act as soon as possible.”
“No.” The refusal is immediate, as Veronica frantically looks between us.
He turns back to me, his face hardening even further.
“You may not agree with it,” he says, the words dripping with hostility, “but we will have a baby.” Turning to his wife, he whispers something in her ear before turning his attention to Veronica and walking over to her.
My blood runs cold when he reaches towards a chair.
My mind instantly shuts off as Priscilla walks towards me, bunching her dress up over her thigh.
“Don’t you dare touch him,” Ronnie warns, her voice breaking slightly.
Priscilla stops, her movement timid as she looks back at him.
He nods and gives her a wave of approval.
All I can do is brace myself; my eyes lock onto my queen from across the room, watching as she braces herself for what she’s about to witness.
I’m gonna be sick. The look on her face is a straight punch to my heart.
Veronica begins to whimper, using her hands; she covers her mouth, and tears stream down her face like rain upon a window pane.
“I’m sorry,” Priscilla mutters, crouching before me. Using her hand, she pushes the tray to the side, and my body sinks into the cold concrete wall.
“IZ!” Ronnie shouts, only to be met with the back of Harry’s hand.
Anger boils inside me, snapping any logic as I wrap the chain around Priscilla's neck. “Let us go, or I’ll kill her right here,” I say coldly, applying pressure around her neck until I can feel her pulse quicken.
Her nails dig into my flesh, but I don’t care.
I don’t let up, not even as Harry watches us with amusement dancing in his features.
The small win comes at a devastating blow, Priscilla sputtering as she struggles to breathe.
“Did you hear me?” I growl out, desperation surging through me when he rises to his feet in a calm demeanor.
Ronnie crawls backwards, making herself smaller as he approaches her.
My eyes widen as his hand fists her dark waves and slams her face into the concrete.
“Like I said, one way or another, I’ll have my family. ”
“No, no,” I repeat over and over, shoving his wife away from me and fighting my restraints. “DON’T FUCKING TOUCH HER.” His attention is fully on Veronica as he continues to unbuckle his pants.
“Hold her down, Priscilla,” he orders.
“Please… Please don’t… don’t do this,” Veronica begins to plead as his hand forces her head to look my way.
“Let her fucking go. Fuck you.”
I launch myself at him, a raw, animalistic anger surging through me, but the chain holds me in place. “I will kill you for this. I swear, I will,” I growl, each word dripping with hatred as I continue to struggle. I tug and pull again, the cold metal biting into my skin, but nothing happens.
“You’re in no position to threaten me,” he sneers, as his free hand works to undo his pants. Veronica sobs, tears staining the concrete while his free hand moves to fist his cock.
“Stop it,” I roar, heaving against the unyielding chain like a beast in a trap. Veronica stops fighting. Don't cry. And I think I just died. My heart drops into the deepest pit in my stomach when he begins to pull down her jeans.
Shit… shit…
“Vero, mami, look at me. Focus on me, Trouble. Mirame, carajo.” I scream, my voice breaking into a weak plea, but she doesn’t.
Wherever her mind is taking her, I hope it’s far from here.
I watch as her grey eyes cloud over. Once bright and full of life, they’re now dull with an overwhelming fear that pierces my heart.
The room fills with a deafening silence except for the sickening sound of her stifled whimper.
Pain blooms around my wrist and ankles as I continue to fight the chains.
Priscilla looks away. “LOOK AT HER!” I shout.
“LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE.” She doesn’t look, though.
However, I do. I stay locked in the moment, on hands and knees with my eyes fixed on Veronica’s, a silent scream ringing between us.
“Stay with me, Veronica,” I plead. “You are not alone. I'm right here, Ronnie. Right fucking here.”