8. Sever
8
SEVER
I rose to my feet after dropping the bloody knife onto the hardwood floor and stared down at what I’d done. We’d each taken a turn carving our initials across her heart and bare breast.
I needed my name scarred into her body like I needed my next breath.
Arianna had woken some feral, primal part of my soul I didn’t realize existed. I thought the worst of me was already out in the world, but I was wrong.
Deep in her soft, creamy flesh my initials next to my brothers bloomed bright red and ugly. The deep, jagged cuts would eventually scar in ugly lines, letting the world know who she belonged to.
“Take her to her room,” Mass said, moving to sit back in his chair. He’d quickly carved his initials and hadn’t done much in the way of fanfare with it, while Roe and Ren had carved deeper and more violently after she’d passed out.
And me.
I’d been slow and deliberate. Whenever she’d regain consciousness, I’d push a little harder, making her tremble beneath my steel until she passed out again.
Roe lifted her easily into his arms, Ren following him as they returned her to her bedroom.
I sank onto my seat on the couch wordlessly, her blood still on my hands.
“Tomorrow will be better,” Mass said, looking over at me.
I snorted, not giving a shit.
“And if she dies in her sleep?” I looked at him.
“Then we’ll fuck her dead body and await the next gift our dear father sends us.”
I said nothing and stared at my hands. Moments later, Roe and Ren returned, both looking as smug as always.
“We could fuck her while she’s unconscious,” Ren said, flopping onto the loveseat. Roe sat next to him and chuckled.
“No,” I snapped at them, the words falling quickly from my mouth.
“I don’t know about you, little brother, but I rather like fucking them when they’re sleeping.” Ren gave me a crazed grin that only made me scowl. “You should try it sometime. Bet you’d like it too.”
“Enough.” Mass held his hand up.
“I’m with Mass. She’s a virgin. Her first time should be special.” Roe grinned at me, his eyes sparkling. “Sever never got to close the deal with her in high school. Maybe he can watch me do it.”
I glared at him, my hands balled into tight fists.
“I don’t care who fucks her first. Have fun with her.” Mass lit up a joint and took a hit from it.
I didn’t want my brothers to fuck her. Not like this. While I did hate her for what she’d done to me, I felt it should be my place to fuck her first.
I wasn’t about to admit that out loud though. I would do everything within my power to avoid her. Seeing her just made me too confused. Too angry. Too violent. I was unpredictable and not quite myself. Not that myself was ever a fucking sweet boy next door, but with her, I couldn’t keep my emotions in check like I could with everyone and everything else in my life. I’d gotten used to the void of feeling, but now that she was back, I felt like a tidal wave of emotion was fucking drowning me.
I didn’t like it.
It made the madness I’d been tamping down emerge stronger than ever.
“I’ve never actually fucked a virgin before,” Ren mused. “Might be fun.”
I ground my teeth. I loved my brothers, but I’d be damned if they were going to touch her, have her, before I did. I’d paid my fucking penance and she was mine.
“Tonight,” Roe said. “Me and you. She can wake up to her virgin cunt being stuffed with cock. I’ve not had a virgin ever either. I think I’d like to fuck into the bloody mess.”
Unable to control myself, I stormed from the room amid the laughter from the twins and the indifference of Mass. Or at least it looked like indifference. I knew Mass though. He was just as crazed as the rest of us and there was no way in hell he wasn’t interested. He played the same games as the rest of us.
I went to my room and slammed the door before angrily pacing. Frustrated, I threw all the shit off my desk and let out a furious snarl before I sank onto my desk chair. I grabbed my sketchbook out of the drawer and a few pencils before diving in, letting my hand just soar across the blank page. I spent hours bent over the artwork, unable to stop myself. I used her drying blood as a centerpiece to my work.
Darkness crept in and the moon rose high before I finally stopped working and dropped my pencil, my fingers and back aching from the holding the position for so long.
I stared down at the picture before me, my jaw clenched tightly.
The scene from the living room greeted me. Arianna on her knees, tears flooding her pale cheeks, our names etched deep into her flesh.
Breathing hard, I shoved the picture away and got to my feet, pacing the room once again. With my fingers in my hair, I twisted the black strands, the feelings encompassing me far too overwhelming as I thought about her alone in her room, hurting, filled with fear.
Unable to take it anymore, and not even knowing what the fuck I was doing, I left my room and approached hers. Without contemplating shit, I pushed her door open and stepped into the darkness.
The only light was from the moon filtering in. I stood at the edge of her bed and stared down at her.
So fucking beautiful.
So delicate.
So… mine.
I swallowed hard at the thought.
I’d waited my entire life for someone like her and hadn’t found her. Now, the real thing was here after running for so long.
Mine.
Mine.
MINE.
The darkness won out and I climbed carefully onto her bed and stared down at her. The twins hadn’t restrained her. There was no escape from this room, so aside from doing it to provoke fear and pain, there was no point. I was sure she’d tried the door and window already only to learn there was simply no way out.
No one ever escaped Hell.
She would be no exception.
I pushed her legs gently apart, earning a soft mumble from her. There was something about when a girl wore a skirt that really got to me.
Gently, I pulled her panties down her legs and tossed them to the floor. Since her shirt had been destroyed, she laid with it barely covering her full breasts.
Her tits weren’t this big in high school, but I definitely appreciated them.
With a shaky hand, I reached out and cradled her delicate face, noting the bruising on it from her adventure here in Hell.
The desire to kill her father rushed through me. While I was grateful she was trapped here with me, I was also pissed off that her piece of shit old man had used her as currency.
But currency in all forms was spent here.
She would be no exception.
I took my cock out from my pants and stroked it as I stared down at her sleeping form. I’d never fucked a girl while she slept.
I was going to now though.
I ran my cock up her pussy, my eyes locked on her.
Her lashes fluttered before her eyelids snapped open. Confusion greeted me before fear took over. She reached out to push me away, but I wasn’t going to go anywhere.
“No. N-No,” she rasped as I wrapped my hands around her wrists and pinned them over her head. “S-Sever! Please!”
I let out a snarl, hating my name on her tongue. With one hand, I kept her arms pinned over her head before I ran my cock up her pussy once more. She squirmed and fought beneath me, but I was a wall of muscle and wasn’t going to fucking budge.
She’d hurt me.
Now I’d hurt her.
I shoved forward, earning a scream from her as I tore through her virginity, knowing damn well it hurt and she’d bleed for me.
The delicious violence had me reeling as I pulled out and shoved back into her tight, virgin pussy, carving the walls to fit my long, thick cock.
She cried beneath me, and I couldn’t stop myself from leaning down and licking her tears off her cheeks as I continued to fuck into her body. I never forced women. But her? She fucking belonged to me.
“Don’t fight it. Don’t fight me,” I husked out into her ear as she tried to buck and squirm beneath me. “It’ll only hurt worse.”
She let out a strangled sob before she stopped moving, seeming to accept her fate as I continued to bury myself inside her pussy.
I closed my eyes, relishing in the heat and wetness.
Fuck, she was divine.
She was everything I’d been missing.
I slammed back into her, watching as a fresh wave of tears poured from her eyes.
“Take it, Ari,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “Take me.”
“Sever,” she choked out.
I groaned at the sound of my name on her lips, my cock buried to the hilt inside her.
“Please… Please…” her words were weak and strained as she shook beneath me.
I pulled out and slammed back into her on repeat, jackhammering into her fucking soul. Her pussy tightened before her weeping moan poured from her mouth. Her pussy flooded me and the sheets as she came hard, her body practically convulsing beneath the pleasure.
“Fuck, you look good with my cock inside you,” I groaned, my own release teasing me.
I wanted it. I wanted it more than my next fucking breath.
I rutted into her again, breathless, until I came hard and fast, filling her little pussy to the brim with my come.
Panting, I came to a stop and stared down at her. She was a fucking mess. Tears. Hysteria. Fear. Her wounds were bleeding again.
Everything fucking beautiful in this twisted world. That was my darling star.
I blinked rapidly as I came back to myself, the realization at what I’d done slamming into me hard.
I hadn’t really meant to take it this far.
I hadn’t…
I just didn’t want my brothers to have her first.
Swallowing hard, I stared down at the beautiful creature beneath me. Unable to form words, I pulled free from her pussy and took in the mess on the sheets. I’d made her bleed. I’d made her come. I’d made her…
Mine. Forever.
I stood and shoved my dick back into my pants and started to the door, my back to her.
“Why?” she whispered into the darkness. “Sever? Why?” Her voice cracked on her last word.
“Because I can,” was all I said before leaving her in the mess I’d made.
I closed the door behind me, listening as her sobs echoed behind me.