9. Massimo
9
MASSIMO
I stared at Sever as he came down for breakfast the following morning, his hair a mess and dark circles rimming his eyes. If I had to guess, he hadn’t slept all night.
But I wasn’t surprised. Judging by the noises I’d heard coming from our new toy’s room, I’d say he’d properly gotten reacquainted with her. If I were being honest, I was surprised he’d done it.
Sever wasn’t one to lose it like that with a woman. It’s what I admired most about him. Everything he ever did was controlled and purposeful. This wasn’t.
“Did you break her?” I asked as he chewed his breakfast furiously.
He said nothing as was his way.
“Sever.”
“Fuck off,” he muttered, spearing another waffle and taking a bite.
I sighed and looked to the twins as they came into the room. I could simply look on the camera if I felt like it.
“If she’s alive, she needs to be fed,” I said, nodding to the bowl of oatmeal I’d left on the table for her. “She needs water too. Take it to her.”
“What the fuck do I look like? The goddamn welcome wagon?” Renzo asked, raising his brows at me. “Not it.”
“One of you has to do it. Sever already gave her a welcome present, huh?” I looked to my youngest brother. A muscle thrummed along his jaw before he shoved away from the table and stormed out of the room.
“That leaves you,” Ren said, grinning at Roman.
“Fucking damnit.” Roe grabbed the bowl of oatmeal and a bottle of water. “If I fuck her, it’s your own fault.”
“Sever was already there,” I called out.
Roe paused at the doorway and raised his brows at me the same time Ren gave a low whistle.
“So the little fucker did it. I didn’t think he had it in him,” Ren mused. “Too bad that shit didn’t work on him when it came to cleaning up the fucking blood and guts that gets spilled around here.”
I chuckled at that. No one liked to clean up the mess a good torture session left.
“If he’s fucked her, then we don’t need to hold back right?” Ren looked to me.
I shrugged. “You didn’t have to hold back to begin with, but I’m sure Sever appreciates the gesture.”
“Well, I’d say we might be in for a good time. I thought it would take forever for little brother to get his dick wet.” Ren settled back in his seat.
Roe continued to stand at the doorway.
“I’m concerned,” Roe said a moment later.
“What about?” I looked up at him.
“Sever. We weren’t seriously going to fuck her first. We only wanted him to get the shit out of the way since we knew how much he liked this chick in high school. He was obsessed with her. Now?” Roe gave a low whisper. “I don’t think we’re safe fucking her. He might slit our throats in our sleep.”
“I’m sure he’d like to,” I said, getting to my feet and going to Roe. I grabbed the food out of his hands and moved past him.
“Where are you going?” he called out behind me.
“To feed our little captive,” I answered, going to the stairs.
During our conversation about Sever and the toy upstairs, I’d started to wonder if I really should check on her. Rotting corpses tended to leave a hell of a stench. The last one rotted for weeks in the upstairs bedroom. It took forever to clear the smell. I didn’t want a repeat.
When I reached her room, I unlocked the door and stepped inside to find her curled up in her bed in only her lace panties and torn shirt.
In another world, I may have tried to woo her. She was a real beauty. All delicate features and curves in all the right places.
Full, pouty, pink lips. Long hair I could tangle my fingers in. A body I could show off as I kept her on my arm. The girl clearly took care of herself. A pussy I could bury myself in and fill with my come. She’d make as many babies for me as I could get out of her.
That thought still excited me though.
Filling her with my babies. We’d have beautiful children.
The more I considered it, the more it grew on me until I was practically salivating for my turn inside her pretty little cunt.
I’d never considered children with anyone before. I knew I had to in order to keep up our bloodline, but I’d never made it a focus in my life.
As I stared at her curled into a tight ball, the thought began to take over, filling me with all sorts of wild ideas.
“Good morning,” I said, stopping next to her bed. “I know you’re not sleeping, little daffodil.” I waited a beat, hoping she’d make the right choice and lift her head and look at me. When she didn’t, I placed her food on the bedside table and twisted my fingers in her hair. I jerked her head up to see her tear-stained face.
She sure cried a lot.
I really liked that.
“Good morning,” I repeated. When she didn’t answer, I gave her head a shake.
She let out a pitiful mewl before soft words left her mouth.
“Morning.”
I smiled at that.
“I heard you had a good night,” I said, releasing her hair. “Sit up.”
She carefully sat up and moved to the edge of the bed before she went to her knees in front of me.
Fuck, she’s beautiful.
“Did you enjoy yourself last night?” I asked, grabbing a chair and moving it so I was sitting in front of her.
She visibly swallowed and shook her head at me as she tightened her torn shirt around herself. It left little to the imagination.
“Did you come, little daffodil?”
She sniffled and nodded, still not looking at me.
“Did it feel good?”
“Please,” she whispered. “No. I-I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Why not?” I reached out and tilted her head up. I was met with her bloodshot eyes and more tears.
“He hurt me.”
“Mm.” I nodded. “Well, that was bound to happen. Someone was going to do it. May as well be the boy who you knew as opposed to the monsters you don’t. Right?”
She said nothing as she stared back at me.
“Well, I brought you food and drink since you took his big cock so good last night. You’re being rewarded for being such a good girl.” I grabbed the food and offered it to her. Gingerly, she reached out and took it from me.
“Eat,” I said softly. “I didn’t poison it. Today.”
Her eyes widened at my words.
I nodded to the bowl in her hands. Quickly, she scarfed it all down, impressing me. I handed her the water next and she was quick to guzzle it.
A bit of water dripped from her lips, and her tongue darted out to catch it. My cock ached in my pants at the motion.
I never got attached to the toys our father delivered.
This one might have me stymied though.
I took her bowl and empty water bottle and placed them on the bedside table before I reached for her and cradled her face.
“Take off the rest of your clothes,” I said softly.
She stiffened, her eyes wide as she stared back at me.
“You won’t need them,” I continued. “Not here. Not for us. You are our toy. We want to be able to play with you whenever we want or need to. Do you understand?”
“Will you kill me after?” she whispered.
I ran my thumb along her bottom lip.
“No one survives us.” I let my hand drift to her neck. She swallowed as I made a pretty little hand necklace around her throat. “You’re unlikely to be an exception.”
I gave her throat a squeeze. She clawed at my hand as I tightened my hold, my heart thudding hard in my chest.
Something about this control, this power, had me feral for her.
I squeezed harder, watching as her pretty face turned red. Feeling her struggle beneath my hold.
“I would very much like to kill you,” I said softly. “And then fuck your pretty little pussy before I bring you back to life.”
She managed a raspy whimper.
I released her, and she fell onto her side, choking and gasping as she sucked in mouthfuls of air.
“Come. Take your clothes off,” I repeated, getting to my feet and gesturing for her to stand. “If I have to do it, I’ll make good on my desires.”
She stood and with shaking hands, she pushed her shirt off, revealing her toned body and big tits.
“Panties,” I instructed as I eyed her.
Weeping, she removed them, letting them pool on the floor.
“Good girl,” I praised softly. “I like when you listen. If you keep it up, you’ll earn another reward.” I reached for her again. She flinched, but I tutted at her, freezing her in her place as I cradled her cheek again.
“My toys get rewarded when they make me happy. Life will be easier here if you do as you’re told.”
She stared up at me.
“Will you let me go if I’m good?”
“No,” I answered, giving her a sad smile. “The only way you leave Hell is in a body bag, Misery. You will die here.”
A single tear trickled down her cheek as I released her.
“Be good,” I said, grabbing her empty bowl and bottle. “If you’re not, then you will be punished. The next time you hear one of us at your door, we want you to be on your knees, ready to greet us. Heaven help you if you aren’t.”
And with those words, I swept from the room, locking the door behind me.