Chapter 12 Aurora
AURORA
Ilie motionless on the hard cot, my body heavy and my mind foggy.
The drugs Jax forced on us aren’t fully out of our systems—I feel drunk, disoriented, but not unconscious as he intended.
Our plan worked, at least partially. We managed to vomit most of the drugged water, though not quickly enough to escape its effects entirely, particularly me, since I drank it before Liv.
Across the cell, Liv’s chest rises and falls in a convincing imitation of deep sleep. We’ve been rehearsing this moment for hours, whispering back and forth until we heard footsteps approaching.
The electronic lock disengages with a soft click. My heart hammers against my ribs, but I keep my breathing even, my eyes nearly closed—open just enough to see through my lashes.
Jax enters. Even in my peripheral vision, his presence dominates the room. He moves with predatory confidence toward Liv’s cot. My stomach twists with dread and hatred.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, reaching down to brush a strand of hair from her face.
I watch through squinted eyes as he sits beside her, the mattress dipping under his weight. Liv remains perfectly still. We’d agreed—she’ll wait until he’s distracted, until his guard is down. One clean punch to the throat or groin, then we both attack.
Jax turns Liv onto her back with surprising gentleness. His hands slide down to the hem of her nightgown, pushing the fabric up her thighs. The sight makes me sick, but I force myself to remain still. Just a few more seconds...
Liv’s eyes flash open. Her fist swings upward toward his face with all her strength.
But Jax catches her wrist mid-air, his reflexes impossibly fast.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?” His laugh is cold. “You stupid girls. I watched you vomit the drugs through the cameras.”
Liv struggles beneath him, but he pins both her wrists with one hand.
I launch myself from my cot, abandoning all pretense. “Get off her!”
I make it three steps before strong arms wrap around me from behind. I hadn’t even noticed the guard entering behind Jax. He lifts me off my feet as I kick and scream, restraining me effortlessly while Jax turns his attention back to my sister.
Jax grips Liv’s chin, forcing her to look at him.
“You know what I find amusing?” His voice drops to a dangerous whisper.
“How you pretend to your sister that you’re only responding to me because you’re trying to manipulate the situation.
” His eyes flick toward me, making sure I’m watching. “But we both know the truth, don’t we?”
Liv twists her face away. “Go to hell.”
“Your body betrays you, sweetheart.” His hand slides between her legs, making her flinch. “I’ve never felt a cunt get so wet just from touching my cock. You can lie to Aurora all you want about your little plan, but your body doesn’t lie.”
I thrash against the guard’s grip. “Stop it! Leave her alone!”
Jax ignores me completely. He shoves Liv’s dress up higher, exposing her. “Let me show your sister exactly how much you don’t want this.”
“Don’t look, Aurora,” Liv cries out, her voice breaking. “Please don’t look.”
I squeeze my eyes shut as Jax positions himself between my sister’s legs. The guard holding me forces my head up, but I keep my eyes downcast, staring at the concrete floor.
The sounds are unbearable—Liv’s strangled gasps, Jax’s deliberate, wet noises. My stomach heaves. I feel as though I’m dissolving from the inside out, my bones turning to water. The helplessness is crushing me.
“Look at your sister, Aurora,” Jax commands.
I keep my eyes fixed on the floor.
“I said LOOK!”
I shake my head, tears streaming down my face. The nausea is overwhelming. My sister is being violated feet away from me, and I can do nothing. Nothing.
The guard’s fingers dig into my scalp, wrenching my head upward. I try to keep my eyes closed, but he twists my hair so sharply that pain forces them open.
“Watch,” Jax commands from between my sister’s legs, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Watch how much she loves it.”
I try to look away, but the guard holds me immobile. My vision blurs with tears as Jax buries his face between Liv’s thighs. His hands grip her hips, holding her in place as his tongue works against her.
The most confusing part is Liv’s response. Her back arches off the cot, her fingers clutching at the thin mattress. A moan escapes her lips—not pained, not frightened, but something else entirely.
“Jax,” she gasps.
This can’t be happening. It must be the drugs. She’s faking it. She must be faking it.
But her body responds to him with unmistakable pleasure. Her hips move against his mouth, seeking more contact. Her cheeks flush pink. Her breathing quickens.
“Tell your sister how good it feels,” Jax demands, lifting his head momentarily.
“So good,” Liv moans, sounding drugged, distant. But we vomited most of it out. This can’t be from the drugs alone.
Jax returns his mouth to her, and Liv cries out. Her entire body tenses, then trembles. She calls his name again, louder this time, as her body convulses. Clear fluid gushes from between her legs, soaking the mattress beneath her.
“See that?” Jax turns to me, his mouth glistening. “Your sister squirts when she comes.” He looks back at Liv. “Did Ari ever make you do that?”
My sister—who I thought was pretending, who said she was playing along to find an escape—is lying there panting, her eyes unfocused, her body still shuddering with aftershocks.
The confusion on my face must be exactly what Jax wanted to see. He smiles, brushing Liv’s hair back almost tenderly.
“Your sister’s been keeping secrets,” he says.
Jax rises to his knees on the cot, towering over my sister’s spent body. His hands move to his belt, the metallic clink echoing in our concrete prison. I try to close my eyes, but the guard yanks my hair again, forcing my gaze forward.
“You’re going to watch every second of this,” Jax says, his voice thick with arousal.
He unzips his pants and pulls out his erection, hard, flushed, and huge. I want to vomit, to scream, to disappear into the floor—anything but witness this. But the guard’s grip is unrelenting.
Jax positions himself between Olivia’s spread legs but doesn’t enter her. Instead, he takes his cock in hand and begins rubbing it against her exposed flesh, sliding it up and down her wetness.
“Look how wet you’ve made me,” he says to Olivia, looking down at where clear fluid leaks from the tip of him onto her body.
“I’m not going to fuck you yet, though. Not until you beg for it.
” He continues the slow, teasing motion, coating himself in her arousal, mixing it with his own.
“But I would love to come all over this pretty pussy. Make even more of a mess of you.”
I feel tears streaming down my face. This nightmare seems endless, stretching into some eternal hell where I’m forced to watch my sister’s violation without being able to stop it.
Liv moans beneath him, her hips lifting slightly off the cot toward his cock. Her face is turned away from me, her eyes fixed solely on Jax as if I don’t exist, as if she’s forgotten I’m even in the room. The sound of her pleasure cuts through me like a knife.
“That’s it,” Jax murmurs to her. “Show your sister how much you want it.”
“Fuck, yes!” Liv moans, her body arching toward Jax’s. The sound of my sister’s pleasure pierces my heart like shattered glass.
Jax increases his pace, grinding himself against her center. His cock slides against her clit with deliberate pressure, not entering her but creating friction that makes her gasp and writhe beneath him.
“You love this, don’t you?” Jax growls, his voice thick with arousal. “Look at you, spreading your legs for the man who kidnapped you.” He grips her thigh harder, leaving fingerprint bruises on her pale skin. “Such a dirty little slut. What would Ari think if he could see you now?”
Liv’s head thrashes from side to side, her blonde hair spilling across the thin mattress. She still won’t look at me, won’t acknowledge my presence as she surrenders to him.
“Tell me who you belong to,” Jax demands, rutting against her faster. “Say it!”
“You,” she gasps, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes even as her hips lift to meet his. “I belong to you, Jax.”
His movements become erratic, his breathing harsh. “I’m going to mark you,” he snarls. “Going to come all over this pretty cunt while your sister watches. Show her what happens to girls who play games with me.”
Liv’s moans grow higher, more desperate. “Please,” she begs, “don’t stop—fuck—yes!”
Her second orgasm hits her with visible force. Her entire body convulses beneath him as she cries out his name.
Jax grips himself with one hand, still rubbing against her with the head of his cock as he reaches his own climax. White liquid spurts onto my sister’s exposed flesh, marking her as he promised.
The guard’s grip suddenly loosens. He shoves me away with such force that I stumble across the concrete floor, barely catching myself before colliding with the wall.
I scramble to my cot, curling into the tightest ball possible. My back faces the room, faces them. I pull my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around them, trying to make myself as small as I can. If I could disappear completely, I would.
The sound of rustling clothes and shifting weight fills the silence. I squeeze my eyes shut, but I can’t block out the noises—wet, soft sounds of kissing, my sister’s breathless little moans. The mattress creaks as they move together.
“Perfect,” Jax murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You’re absolutely perfect, my little slut.”
Olivia whimpers something in response that I can’t make out.
“Shh,” he soothes. “We’ll continue this tomorrow. I have plans for you.”
The electronic lock disengages again. Footsteps cross the concrete floor—Jax’s heavy tread and the guard’s boots behind him. The door opens, then closes with a final-sounding clang.
Silence descends. I can hear Liv’s ragged breathing from across the room, but I don’t turn around. I can’t. How could she respond to him like that? Was it all an act? It couldn’t have been. No one’s that good an actress.
The cot across from mine squeaks. Fabric rustles as she adjusts her clothing.
“Aurora,” she whispers.
I curl tighter into myself, pressing my forehead against my knees. I can’t talk to her right now. Can’t face her. Can’t process what I’ve just witnessed.
“Aurora, please,” she tries again.
I remain frozen, every muscle locked in place. The shock is too raw, the shame of not being able to stop Jax too overwhelming.
The silence stretches between us, thick with unspoken words.