10. Arianna
10
ARIANNA
D ays turned to a week. To more. The cuts continued to bleed throughout the days in the beginning. Massimo had forbade me from putting my clothes back on, so I laid in bed with a thin white sheet tangled around me, my blood dotting the fabric in bright crimson dots until the wounds scabbed over.
I hadn’t had the nerve to look at what they’d done to me. All I knew was it ached, burned and made me want to vomit and scream.
It only added to the pain between my legs that still lingered. Maybe it was the pain in my heart that made me think I was still hurt between my legs.
Sever had done a number on me. Pure hatred fueled his move. I knew it did. I knew Sever well enough to know his violence. I’d witnessed him countless times in school losing it and hurting someone. It would always get swept under the rug though. I’d comfort him in the woods, him telling me he didn’t mean to lose it and fight someone until they were gasping for air.
I really thought he may have meant it this time. The sweet, tormented boy I’d known had evolved into an angry, wicked man.
A soft groan left my lips as I tried to adjust myself in bed. Everything hurt. The twins shoved me around a bit when they visited, but no one had touched me since Sever. He’d made me bleed and then didn’t let me clean myself. Blood and come still marked the dirty sheets. His release had trickled slowly out of me hours after he’d finished.
I wasn’t on birth control.
Not being sexually active, I never thought I’d need it until I actually met someone I wanted to do that stuff with.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.
I sobbed softly at the thought, hating he’d done it to me but knowing that was just how these things were in this level of Hell.
Massimo was right. It truly was Hell, and I didn’t want to be another statistic here. Eventually, I’d earn my freedom. I’d make my father pay for this the moment I broke free from here. I just had to survive first. It was my end game.
My stomach rumbled with hunger. The monsters holding me didn’t seem to care if I needed a shower, food, or water. They’d bring me in random soups and sandwiches, but it wasn’t often or enough. I laid in my bed, feeling sorry for myself, running my finger along a flower design intricately carved into the mahogany headboard.
Flowers seemed out of place in this madness.
I sniffled and wiped at the fallen tears on my cheeks. Being so lost in my pity party, I hadn’t heard anyone come into the room until a soft touch landed on my shoulder.
I jumped at the warmth and rolled over to see one of the twins. Renzo or Roman. I wasn’t sure which. Nothing helped to distinguish them. In the big scheme of things, it didn’t matter. They were both a nightmare.
“You didn’t greet me,” he said in a calm, deep voice.
I swallowed hard, not wanting to be hurt again, and slid off the bed, taking my sheet with me and looked up at him from my knees. If I had to do this, I was going to make it as painless as possible. Maybe they’d eventually take pity on me and release me. I doubted it, but at some point, something had to give so I could get the hell out of here.
I was used to falling in line anyway. This was no different. This time, my life depended on it.
“Look at you, little snowflake,” he mused, tilting his head and smiling at me, a lock of his black hair fell across his forehead. “Such a good girl remembering to get on her knees for me.” He reached out and cradled my face.
I exhaled a shaky breath and kept my focus on his designer leather shoes. They probably cost more than my entire wardrobe back home combined.
“Eyes on me,” he murmured, his warm hand still on my face.
I lifted my gaze and stared up at him.
“There we go. Such a pretty little thing. So delicate. So… innocent. You’re a heartbreaker, aren’t you, snowflake?”
I swallowed. “I’m just me.”
He smiled at that. “ Just me. Well, you’ve pleased me, so I think you should be rewarded. Do you want a reward?”
I wasn’t sure if it were a rhetorical question so I went back to looking at the floor.
“Little snowflake, answer me,” he urged softly, running his thumb in gentle circles on my jaw as he continued to cradle my face.
“If it would please you,” I whispered.
He chuckled at my words. “ If it would please me. Tell me which twin I am and I’ll give you another reward. If you fail, I’ll punish you.”
I trembled. I had no idea which one he was, but I had a fifty/fifty shot.
“R-Renzo?” I rasped.
He let out another soft laugh. “Incorrect, but that’s OK. I like a little pain with pleasure. Come.” He held his hand out to me. I stared at it for a moment before I slid my palm against his. He brought me to my feet and smiled down at me.
He was quite handsome. And deadly. I could tell just how volatile and wicked he was in just his smile alone.
He led me out of the bedroom in nothing but my sheet which I clutched around me with my free hand. When we didn’t pass anyone in the hall, I breathed out a sigh of relief. We stopped outside a door and he opened it, allowing me to go in first.
The room was elaborate with a table ladened with food, a living room space, a massive bed, an ensuite bathroom, and a balcony overlooking a field of wildflowers that met a lake in the distance. A dark woods lie just beyond the lake. I was going to make it a point to get out of here through that balcony. I could make it to that woods and run.
It was as good a plan as any.
“I have food for us. I thought you might like to have dinner with me.” He led me to a chair, his words surprising me. The brothers always just left the food without much fanfare. He pulled my seat out and I sat, feeling self-conscious in my sheet with the dried blood and come on it.
He settled across from me, dressed in a black button down shirt and black pants. His blue-gray eyes locked on me.
In another life, I’d have swooned someone like him was even looking in my direction. This wasn’t that life. In this life, I had to escape from the monster I was sure would enjoy the chase. I just couldn’t let him catch me.
“Are you making a fashion statement?” he asked, eyeing my white sheet. “You’ve been wearing it for nearly two weeks.”
“I have no clothes,” I whispered.
“Ah, well, that’s a reward to work toward,” he answered, giving me a playful smile.
I said nothing, opting to look down at the white plate in front of me.
“Do you like chicken? I thought you looked like a chicken sort of girl,” he continued. “This is Tuscan chicken. Would you like to try it?”
I nodded, my stomach rumbling again.
If he heard it, he made no mention of it. Instead, he slid a piece of savory chicken onto my plate. He added roasted potatoes next along with tender noodles. I was shaking from being so hungry.
He slid a piece of bread at me as well before pouring me a glass of ice cold water.
I didn’t move an inch though despite my desire to scarf it all down in a single gulp. Being stupid wasn’t who I was. I learned fast. Being beaten daily growing up taught me a great deal of things. Waiting for permission was one of them.
“You are so well-behaved,” he mused. “And so starving. I can tell by how you tremble. Tell me, snowflake, what does it feel like to have the gnawing ache of want deep inside your guts? To operate such restraint against it when you know relief is just a movement away?”
“It hurts,” I answered in a soft voice.
“Pain does something to us, doesn’t it? Changes us. Weaves us into something else entirely. Here’s what I want you to do.” He reached across the table and cut all my food into small pieces for me before handing me the fork. “You will eat one tiny piece at a time. Chew it. Swallow it. Wait for me to allow you more. If you do not please me, you will be punished. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Perfect. Take a piece and eat it. Any piece you’d like.”
I took a tiny piece of the chicken and ate it, chewing it quickly and swallowing. The taste was amazing I nearly moaned. I wanted more. I wanted to eat until I had my fill. My body trembled with hunger and thirst.
“Good,” he praised. “Another.”
I did it again.
We continued on until the hole in my belly was finally becoming filled. He allowed me a sip of water here and there until I’d down an entire glass. He was kind enough to refill a second one and allow me to continue the sips at his command.
I cleaned my plate, feeling a little energy pop back into my soul, my stomach filled with the delicious meal and cool water.
“Wine?” he asked, pouring some into an empty goblet.
“I don’t drink,” I managed to say, making sure I kept my eyes focused on the table and not on him.
“You do not tell me no, little snowflake. Are you telling me no?”
“I-I’m not.” I reached out and lifted the glass to my lips, drinking as he instructed.
“Here is something to remember.” He studied me for a moment. “We are not our fathers.”
I licked my lips at his words. If he hated his father as much as Sever did, as much as I hated mine, we might have common ground. I didn’t respond to his comment.
“You are much better than the last toy we had,” he mused. “She was a pain in the ass and never wanted to heel for us. Fought every step of the way.”
“What happened to her?” I asked, placing the empty goblet on the table and making sure to look down at my plate.
“You do not ask questions. That’s another rule you’ll need to learn. Since we didn’t really go over that one, I’ll let it slide.” He pushed his plate away from him. He’d eaten with me, going just as slow.
I clamped my lips together tightly, giving the side eye to the balcony doors. Judging by the view I’d glimpsed, we were at least on a third floor.
That was too high to jump from, but maybe there was a way I could climb down…
“She’s dead. The old toy,” he said, his voice breaking into my thoughts. “Sold her body to the black market. I’m sure she made a really tasty treat for some sick bastard.”
I stiffened at his words.
“You want to know how she died?” he continued softly.
I swallowed hard.
“Ask me,” he murmured. “Ask me how she died.”
“H-How did she die?” My voice was hoarse.
“I cut her eyes from her skull then I fucked the holes left behind. She displeased me. Displeased my brothers. We grew bored of her unwillingness to do as she was told. She screamed for hours as I removed her eyes. You see, little snowflake, I’m really good at taking off body parts. It’s one of my most favorite things in the world to do. I can keep a person alive for hours, torturing them while I do it. Sometimes I sing to them. Do you want me to sing to you?”
I shook beneath his words.
“I-no.”
He chuckled and got to his feet before taking my hand and bringing me to my feet. I let him lead me to the ensuite bathroom.
I watched from behind him as he ran a bubble bath in a massive jetted tub and turned a fireplace on. He came back to me and tilted my chin up.
“Which twin am I?” he murmured.
“R-Roman,” I answered, my voice quaking. I prayed I was right.
“Good girl,” he said, dragging his knuckles along my jaw until his fingers were in my hair. Then he tugged roughly, making me cry out at the pain.
“Shh,” he husked out as he leaned in and ran his lips along my jaw to my ear. “You let my baby brother fuck you. Tell me, is this your come and blood on the sheets?”
“He-He forced me?—”
He gave my head a rough shake.
“Did I ask how it happened?”
“N-No.”
“Is this your come and blood on the sheets?”
“Y-Yes.”
He released me and lifted the material up before his eyes met mine, so much darkness in them I couldn’t help but shrink away from him.
“Open your mouth,” he instructed, his voice husky.
I stared at him for a moment before I let my lips part.
He smirked and ran his thumb along the bottom one before he shoved the stained material into my mouth.
“Suck,” he growled out. “Clean the come off that sheet.”
I gagged on the material, making him fist my hair tightly, my braid barely a braid anymore. So many wild tendrils had been set free by the recent abuse over the last few nights.
“How does my brother’s come taste, little snowflake?” He nipped at my earlobe as I continued to cough and gag on the sour material.
I gagged again, really thinking I was going to lose what food I’d eaten.
He let out another soft laugh before pulling the material from my mouth.
“Is that the first time you’ve had come in your mouth?”
“Y-Yes.”
“What a terrible experience. If you’re a good girl and get on your knees for me, I can give you a better treat. Can you do that for me?”
I said nothing, going to my knees for him without hesitation. I knew the alternative, and I wasn’t going to suffer more than I already had.
He seemed amused by it because he let out another laugh before pulling his rock hard cock from his pants. It was just as big as Sever’s had been. My jaw ached just staring at it.
He ran the head along my lips as I shook.
“Open.”
I opened my mouth and he slid his dick inside with a soft grunt. With both hands, he fisted my hair and pushed deeper into my throat, cutting off my air.
I was going to die from a dick suffocating me.
Panic set it when he didn’t pull out. I clawed uselessly at his thighs, my head spinning and sparkles dotting my darkening vision.
Just when I thought it was the end of my misery, he pulled out.
“Breathe,” he growled. “Learn to hold your breath. To breathe when you need to. You’ll practice this for us. Massimo likes it when you can do this.”
I sucked in a deep breath and then another.
“Open.”
And that’s how he handled business with me. I’d open. He’d choke me with his dick. He’d pull out and let me breathe, and then we’d do it all over again until he slowly slid in and out of my mouth, instructing me on what he liked.
“Suck. More. There you go. Faster.” He took my hand and wrapped it around the base of his cock since I couldn’t fit the entire thing in my mouth. “Move your hand just like this on me. We can work on your deep throating dick later. There you go. Ah, just like that. Fuck, baby. Just like that. Make me come for you. Misery fuck, suck me, baby.”
I did as he instructed, a delicious zing darted around between my legs as I tried to learn all his little tells and terrified of what I’d have to do once I was successful.
It didn’t take long for me to find out.
He let out a feral groan that sent a shockwave straight between my legs, his release jetting out into my mouth.
I tried to pull away, but he held me in place, his dick throbbing and twitching against my tongue as he finished in my mouth, his chest heaving.
He slipped his dick out, and I let out a gagging cough, half of his release coming out and dropping onto the floor.
He let out a snarl and shoved me down, forcing my face into the mess.
“Lick. It. UP.” His voice was a commanding, angry snarl.
“P-Please?—”
He pushed my face harder into the mess as my stomach roiled with nausea.
“Clean up this fucking mess or get a very big punishment.”
I trembled and darted my tongue out, lapping at the mess on the floor and hating my life. I gagged several times but managed to swallow it all. When he tugged me by my hair and put me back on my knees, I was a snotty, sobbing mess.
He sighed and shook his head at me. Without a word, he lifted me to my feet before fully scooping me into his arms. I let him carry me to the bubble filled tub and place me in the warm water.
I relaxed against the back of the tub. Silently, he reached out and undid the sheet from around me. He didn’t remove it. He simply let it float open beneath the bubbles, allowing them to shield me from his gaze.
He quickly let out my braid before washing my hair as if I were the most precious thing in the world to him before he ran a soapy hand over my breast beneath the bubbles.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
I dragged my focus to his eyes, my breath stalling in my chest. We were incredibly close. It made my heart pound.
“Spread your legs.”
I hesitated for all of a moment in which he twisted my nipple hard. I cried out at the pain and immediately spread myself for him. He let his hand wander down my body before he washed me between my legs, his fingers nimble and experienced. He dragged them lightly over my clit, sending shivers through my body.
“When you do good things, I’ll reward you. So will my brothers. If you displease us, you will be punished. If you want to have nice things, then do nice things for us. Like swallowing when we come in your mouth and not making a fucking mess on the bathroom floor.” He pinched my clit so hard I screamed. My eyes filled with tears as he continued to pinch and tug on it. I thrashed beneath the bubbles, desperate to get away from his touch.
“Take it. Take your fucking punishment,” he snarled, taking his other hand and forcing my head beneath the water.
I was going to die. Roman Saconne was going to kill me.
Violently, I kicked and fought, but he was so strong. He held me under, his words muffled.
“Stop. If you keep fighting, you’ll die. Breath work, little snowflake. Focus.”
I stopped my fight, allowing whatever was going to happen to happen.
Just when I thought I was really and truly dead, he tugged me up, allowing me to breathe.
I choked and gasped, hating how already in one night he’d tried to kill me twice. If this was how it was going to go, I wouldn’t last the week.
He gripped my face tightly, his dark shirt soaked with water.
“Don’t fight it, Misery, unless you want to die faster. Do you want to die?”
“N-No,” I choked out.
He released the fierce grip on my face, replacing it with a tender touch, cradling my cheek again.
His eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, I saw the humanity in the blue-gray depths. It all faded away when he spoke again though.
“You will practice holding your breath for me. For Massimo. We both like to be rough and restrict your breathing. Understand?”
I nodded, and he lifted me out of the tub and brought me to the sink where he sat me on the edge. I shivered, watching as he pulled his dick from his pants again and removed his shirt to reveal glorious planes of muscles.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he said softly, tugging me closer. “And you’re going to let me.”
That was it. The only warning I got before he speared me hard. I cried out, gripping his shoulders tightly.
“You’re a tight little thing,” he grunted, trying to work his way deep inside my body. “Fuck.”
“R-Roman. It hurts. Please. Slow?—”
“Shh, shh, shh,” he said breathlessly, his body trembling as he slowed. I didn’t expect him to do that for me. I thought he’d be rougher, but he stopped pushing and gave me a moment to adjust to him.
His lips brushed along my lips. My jaw. My neck.
I closed my eyes.
“Relax for me,” he murmured, shifting slightly, his cock sliding a little deeper into my body. “There you go. Let me in. I want to be inside you. I want to hide in here where I can feel good.” He dragged his lips along my jaw as he gently massaged my breasts with one hand.
I liked this. There was no denying it as I spread my legs a little wider for him.
“Baby, just like that for me. Fuck, snowflake, you’re a good girl. So fucking good.” He slid deeper into my pussy, making me moan softly. “Fuck, when you make those noises for me it makes me want to fill you with my come. You going to let me do that? Come deep inside you?”
“Yes,” I rasped, so turned on. He knew how to take me from one extreme to another. One moment cruelty, another pleasure. It made my head spin.
I let out a gasp as he lifted me off the sink and completely buried himself inside me. On instinct, I wrapped my legs around him.
He groaned, seeming to like that, and walked us out of the bathroom and to the bedroom. Careful as could be, he lowered us onto the mattress before drilling into me with no mercy.
I came within moments, my releasing gushing free from me like a raging river.
“Oh fuck,” he let out a moan that nearly made me squirt again.
His cock twitched deep within my body as he tensed, his breathing heavy. He came with a low groan that would make a porn star blush before stilling over me.
“Fuck, Misery, what are you doing to me?” he murmured, staring into my eyes. There was so much wonder and fear in his blue-gray depths that it made my heart jolt.
“What are you doing to me?” I whispered back.
“Corrupting you,” he answered softly. “It’s what demons do to angels.”
“And once the angel is corrupted?” I cradled his face, my heart filled with something that made my stomach clench.
He closed his eyes at my touch, his handsome face so peaceful.
“Then we keep them forever.” He opened his eyes and stared down at me. “You’re never leaving us.”
I exhaled, already knowing this damning truth.
I nodded and licked my lips, his eyes following the movement.
“Are you afraid of the dark, little snowflake?”
I’d never been afraid of it before, but something told me that was all going to change in a matter of hours.
So I told the truth as I stared up at him.
“I never was, but I am now.”
His smile spread wide on his face before he pressed his lips to mine.
“I like that answer. Get up. Let’s have some fun with my brother.”
He pulled free from my body and got to his feet, offering me his hand. Tentatively, I took it, feeling his release trickle from my pussy.
He slipped his hand between my legs as if knowing what I was experiencing and pushed his release gently back into me.
“I like knowing my come is inside you,” he murmured.
I swallowed hard at his words. This man could spin his moods on a dime. It was frightening but also alluring.
Roman Saccone confused me. He was respectful in some ways, but he was still so damn wicked and terrifying. I didn’t know what to think of it, so I simply allowed him to hold me against his body as if he truly cared for me. Releasing me, he went to a drawer and pulled out a new sheet and handed it to me.
“New clothes. Get dressed.” He turned his back to me and went to the window to look outside as he dressed.
Quickly, I wrapped the sheet around myself, tying a knot on the top like a toga so it wouldn’t fall off.
He turned around and smiled at me again. It was so disarming and charming, I nearly forgot who he was and why I was there. His words brought me back though.
“I hope you know how to hide, snowflake. We’re going to have a lot of fun with you tonight.”
My pulse pounded in my ears.
This really was Hell.