20. Octavia
20
Octavia
B astian and Dorian had Ghost unchain Father, pretending to be freeing him. He told him the only way out was through the west dungeons because all the doors and windows were locked, and I’m not sure whether to let him get there.
As I walk through the halls of the castle, I let every bit of anger and hatred course through my veins. I remember each time he beat me, every time he ignored me, all the pain he put us through, sending me away and letting me rot in that awful academy. It builds and builds until I’m shaking with rage with nothing to quench my bloodthirsty need for revenge.
Dorian and Bastian stalk the halls at my side, our footsteps silent. I’m the only one in a mask; I feel like I’m in one of my nightmares, except this time, I’m the demon.
A moan of pain grabs our attention, and we all halt as one as Dorian lifts his chin toward the stairs to the dungeons. He got there faster than I thought he would in his condition. The need to survive is a funny thing.
We descend the stairs, and I decide it’s time to make our presence known with a little song he used to make one of my nannies sing when I was due for a punishment.
“If you go down to the woods today, you’re sure of a big surprise.”
My voice comes out as an eerie tinkle, bouncing off the walls, echoing in the dungeon, making it even creepier.
“If you go down in the woods today, you’d better go in disguise.”
We hear a moan of panic and a rattling of bars. All three of us grin, and I keep singing, moving deeper and deeper into the dark.
“For every bear there ever was,
will gather there for certain because,
today’s the day the teddy bears have their picnic.”
I yank open the wooden door to the dungeon entrance, giggling at the gargled cry that comes from inside. I see him at the end of the dank dungeon, desperately pulling at a barred gate that won’t open. One arm is pulled out of its socket, blood dripping from gaping wounds, scars and bruises littering his flesh. I can see his muscles strain as he tries to get away, but the only other way out is the way we came in. So sad.
I put my arms behind my back, smiling widely and walking slowly on my tiptoes, swaying to the song.
“If you go down in the woods today, you’d better not go alone.”
“It’s lovely down in the woods today, but it’s safer to stay at home.”
“For every bear there ever was,
will gather there for certain because,
today’s the day the teddy bears have their picnic.”
I stand in front of him, tilting my head to the side with a grin. “Hi, Daddy.”
I don’t waste time on words. I don’t tell him how much he fucked me up or how, when I was younger, all I wanted was for him to love me, to show me the tiniest amount of kindness. No words leave my lips as I bring the knife from behind my back and plunge it into his stomach.
He doesn’t put up a fight, doesn’t even try to stop me. He falls to the floor, and I crash to my knees, screaming as I sink the blade into him until he’s no longer moving. Blood coats my face, dress, hair, everything until it’s all I can see. I don’t stop until my body aches in pain, leaving the knife embedded into his heart.
There will be no tears wasted on him, no more mourning who he should have been. His death is nothing, not even a blip in my story. Nothing .
“Goodbye, Daddy.”
Two firm hands grab my shoulders, smoothing my hair, petting my head. I close my eyes, leaning into their touch, basking in their presence.
“How do you feel, pretty girl?”
I take a deep breath, staring at our father’s limp, cold body, seeing the carnage I created, and I only feel one thing. “Free.”
For so long, I’ve been terrified of him, scared he will take the two people I can’t live without, and now, he’s gone by my hand.
Bastian leans down, whispering in my ear. “Do you want to know how I feel?”
I chuckle, leaning my head back and closing my eyes. “I know how you feel.”
Nothing turns Bas on more than blood—or the sight of me drenched in blood, it seems.
“Do you remember what I said I would do to you once you slaughtered our father?” Dorian asks, and something goes round my eyes, blocking my vision.
“Yes,” I whisper, knowing what’s about to happen, and having no problem with it.
I’m pushed on my hands and knees, my fingers gliding in the blood soaking the floor. My dress pushed up around my waist, and I feel the edge of a blade gliding across my skin.
“Do you know how much I want to cut up this pretty skin?” Dorian hisses, pushing the blade harder. “I want to mark your skin all over, see my scars coating your body for years to come. I want to carve my fucking name on every single inch.”
The blade cuts into my thigh, and I gasp in pain but make no attempt to move away from it. I feel his tongue running up where he sliced me, catching my blood and groaning in ecstasy. He makes another cut and, this time, it feels deeper. My gasp turns into a cry, and my legs shake.
“Dorian,” Bastian barks, and then there’s silence. I don’t know what’s happening, but I don’t dare move.
“It’s okay. I’m fine,” Dorian says, but I feel the cold knife press against my skin again.
“It wasn’t you I was worried about, asshole,” Bastian scoffs, but I can hear the tinge of worry in his voice.
The blade slices up again, but this time, it cuts my underwear and nothing else. He keeps slicing until I feel nothing covering me, and then I hear a clang as the knife drops to the ground. He runs his hands over my ass, dipping down between my legs, cupping my pussy.
“I want the whole dungeon to hear you scream as we fuck you,” Dorian demands. “I want everyone in this hellhole to know exactly what’s happening as we defile you, little sister.”
He pushes two fingers inside me, and I moan loudly, pushing back on them.
“Every single person down here is for you, my pretty girl.” Bastian runs his thumb over my bottom lip, and I open my mouth. “Everyone who helped that bastard take you from us is here—the ones who helped with transport, who forged documents, the sisters who withheld food, even the attendants who filled the car with petrol. They will all be punished for what they did to you.”
I gasp at his words, moaning as Dorian adds another finger.
“You’re soaked, angel. Does it turn you on knowing the depths our darkness takes us to when it comes to you?” Dorian asks, adding another finger, stretching me as far as I can go.
“Yes,” I moan, tilting my head back, moving in time with the thrust of his fingers. I feel so full.
“There’s nothing we wouldn’t do for you,” Bastian declares, forcing my mouth open, holding my cheeks.
“No one we wouldn’t torture, wouldn’t kill,” Dorian continues, roughly taking his fingers away.
I hear dual zippers being undone, and Dorian runs the head of his cock along my slit, gathering my wetness, pressing against my entrance as Bastian runs the head of his against my lips, letting me taste the saltiness of his pre-cum, the metal balls of his piercing against my flesh.
“There has never been a moment on this Earth when you weren’t mine, Octavia,” Dorian whispers so softly, it brings tears to my eyes.
“I love you, my sweet, dark, twisted, pretty girl, and I’m going to fuck your throat until you're dragging your nails down my thighs, desperate for air.”
Bastian forces his cock down my throat as soon as he finishes the sentence, and Dorian slams his dick into my pussy. They work in sync, not for a second being gentle. Bastian fists my hair and grabs the back of my neck, pushing his cock as far as it can go. I gag, spluttering, trying to breathe through my nose and swallow him down as much as I can. I run my tongue on the underside of his shaft and feel him shiver, gripping my hair tighter so I do it again.
Dorian snakes a hand around my waist, rubbing my clit as he angles his cock, grinding it over my g-spot. I moan around Bastian, pushing back on Dorian, making them both grunt in sync.
“Such a good fucking girl for us. My perfect angel,” Dorian moans, and I keen at his praise, basking in it. “Fuck. Your cunt is perfect, squeezing my cock. I’m going to fill your pussy up, Octavia, brand you from inside with my cum.”
I nod my head, muffling moans of agreement. Bastian chuckles, pulling out slightly so I can catch a breath. His thumb smooths my cheek lovingly, and a warmth builds in my stomach.
“Is our pretty girl going to cum on her big brother’s cock?”
I nod, running my tongue over the piercings on the head of his cock, wishing I could stare at him, especially when he bucks his hips, moaning in pleasure.
“Fuck, do that again, baby.”
I run my tongue over him, enjoying the way his hips stutter as I suck the head of his cock, flicking the piercing with the tip of my tongue.
“Holy fucking goddess,” he moans, wrapping both of his hands around my head. “I’m going to come down your throat, and you’re not going to swallow a single drop until I say.”
I nod, letting him take over, flattening my tongue. Dorian picks up the pace, circling my clit, putting more pressure on it as his hips slam harder, his cock going deeper. My orgasm hits me fast and I cry out around Bastian, sucking him harder, hollowing my cheeks, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
“Fuck, Octavia, that’s it. Clamp that pussy around my cock,” Dorian groans, bucking his hips a few more times before roaring his release.
Bastian comes at the same time, filling my mouth. My own orgasm carries on through it all, and I try my hardest to do as I’m told, not swallowing a drop. As soon as he releases my mouth, I take a deep breath in through my nose as Dorian keeps his cock inside me, running his hands soothingly down my thighs and over my ass.
“Open your mouth for me,” Bastian orders, and I do as I’m told. Sticking my tongue out, I show him that I kept it all there.
I feel his breath on my face, his finger tracing through the mess on my tongue as he moans. A second later, his mouth latches onto my tongue, tasting his salty release. I move closer, fusing our lips together, letting him take what he wants.
He sucks my tongue and releases it with a pop, humming with pleasure. “Knew it. You even make my cum taste like honey with your sweetness, pretty girl.”
I huff out a laugh, resting my head on his chest. “That’s impossible, but I won’t argue if it means you’ll do that again.”
“Did you like me sucking my cum from your tongue, tasting my own release?”
“She loved it if her soaking wet, pulsing cunt has anything to say about it.” Dorian groans, slowly pulling out of me.
I feel a mixture of his cum and my own trickle down my thighs, but instead of him licking it up, I feel a soft cloth mopping up the mess. Probably just as well if he did that—I would need them again. I let them clean me up, basking in their soft touches, never wanting it to end. Once they’re done, they manoeuvre me to my knees, undoing the blindfold.
“You know, you didn’t need the blindfold. I would have liked to see you both while you were fucking me,” I say, about to pull the mask off, but a hand grabs my wrist, stopping me.
“We know, but if you didn’t have the blindfold, then you would have seen our masks a lot sooner than we wanted.”
“What-”
I go to ask Dorien what the hell he means, but the words get stuck in my throat as I gaze up at them standing over me, kneeling on the floor. Masks cover their faces, the ones from my nightmares. I never described them before. Bastian is wearing the kiss me mask, Dorian the neon. My mouth hangs open in shock, and my head can’t keep bouncing back and forth between the pair.
“What’s the matter, pretty girl? Demon got your tongue?” Bastian lifts his mask up and winks, blowing me a kiss.
I scramble to my feet, staring at them. “But…how? They were nightmares; nothing in them was real. How do you know about the masks?”
“Were they nightmares, or were they an acid trip we sent you on once a month?” Dorian asks, lifting his mask to smirk before putting it back down.
“You were drugging me?”
No, they couldn’t have been. They’re messing with me for some weird reason.
“Drugged you. Chased you. Murdered people in front of you after we put these masks on them,” Bastian lists off.
“Turned up without the masks to save you then comforted you when you came running after you woke up , promising we would keep you safe, just like in the nightmares. Only we can keep you safe, my dark angel.”
Holy shit. Holy motherfucking shit. These unhinged, psychopathic, disturbed, fucked up motherfuckers.
“I am going to kill you,” I seethe, twisting around and ripping the knife from my father’s chest.
Bastian pushes Dorian violently to the side, laughing over his shoulder as he runs. “You owe me a free stab. I told you she would try to murder us.” He cackles, running faster.
Dorian huffs, straightening his suit, but he quickly runs after Bastian, twisting his head back to me. His grey eyes flashing behind the neon blue crosses on the mask. “Come on, little sister. Your turn to chase us. The last one to get caught gets to take you on a date first.”
“I’m not sure if either of you will be alive to take me on a blasted date,” I shout, chasing after him.
He laughs so carefreely, it has me stopping in my tracks. I’ve never heard him laugh like that, not one moment in my life.
“That’s my girl.” He laughs again, and it sends a gigantic wave of warmth through me.
I shake my head, scowling, stomping my foot. “Stop trying to make me not want to kill you.”
His laughter carries on, and I let a small smile pull at my lips, running after him.