Chapter 28 Ethan
TWENTY-EIGHT
ETHAN
“Please. No,” I managed to choke out as I was strapped naked to the cold metal chair. “N-No more.”
I wasn’t in my right mind. I didn’t even know if any of this was real at this point. Nothing made sense.
I was having sex. Lots of sex. I knew I was being fucked. Sucked. Beaten. I was sure I’d even been pissed on.
They said I was a good boy, but I felt so dirty and sick. When the fog would lift, I’d weep and beg, but then they’d just poke me with needles again. They’d ask me questions.
Sugar. Sugar. Sugar.
Never.
No.
Please.
Always the same answer.
I promised Fox.
“Rosalie?” I called out weakly as I saw her come into the room with me. “Sweetheart?”
My heart lurched. It was her. It had to be. Her hair didn’t look quite right. It was straightened. I hadn’t seen her straighten her hair since Ian had cut it. And it wasn’t the right shade of red. My sweetheart had vibrant red hair. Like a candy apple.
She was wearing a short dress. Not her typical sundress. This was too short. Too low cut. Not sweet like my Rosalie wore.
I couldn’t see her properly. Everything was so hazy. So fuzzy.
I felt sick.
“Mm, Ethan,” her warm breath feathered across my lips. “I’ve missed you. They let me in to see you.”
“Rosalie? Sweetheart?” I wept softly. “I love you. They hurt Fox. They hurt him so much. They’re hurting me…”
“I love you, too, E,” she answered in a voice that was rougher than I remembered.
The drugs were wearing off. She stroked my cock, making me moan softly. Her warm mouth skimmed along my dick. She sucked me, her teeth catching me. I frowned. Rosalie never caught me with her teeth.
Something wasn’t right.
I stared down at the woman on my dick through my swollen eyelids and let out a garbled cry.
Celeste.
“No. NO!” I struggled against my bindings to get away from her. “No. Don’t touch me. Don’t fucking touch me! HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE! HELP ME! FUCK. GOD! PLEASE! FOX! FOX! F-FOX!”
She let out a wicked laugh as Everett came into the room. He snapped his fingers, and she stepped away from me.
I quivered, so sick I thought I was going to fucking vomit. If I had more food in my system, I might have.
I dry heaved instead.
“Oh, sweet, Luka,” Everett cooed at me. “You’re a mess. How many dicks have you had inside you this week?”
I gagged again.
He let out a laugh.
“I’m trying to break up the monotony of so much cock. I thought maybe some fresh pussy could help. Celeste here told me she wants you in the worst way.”
“F-Fuck you,” I garbled. “Fuck you, you fucking bitch hole cunt.”
She let out an indignant noise as Everett chuckled again.
“She said you might need persuading,” he continued, pulling something from his pocket.
“F-Fox,” I whimpered, tears leaking from my eyes onto my swollen cheeks.
The images showed him badly beaten. If I didn’t know him, I would not have recognized him. His eyes were completely swollen shut and black from bruising. His body was torn to shreds with angry cuts. Burns. His face… fuck, his face.
Bruises peppered his entire body and his face. His lip was split. He looked even worse than when I’d seen him last. He was a mess and appeared like he might be dead.
“Y-You killed him?” I choked out.
“Oh, heaven’s no. Dante would never unless I ordered it. He simply brought him to the brink. Of course, that doesn’t mean he won’t soon die. I need that sugar recipe.”
My bottom lip wobbled.
I had to give it up. I couldn’t let this continue. I knew Fox would tell me again to tell them all to go to hell, but I couldn’t. I had to save him. I’d have let it die with me, but I couldn’t let Fox die over it.
“I-I’ll tell you,” I said. “If you promise to let Fox go. You have to let him go.”
“Mm.” Everett studied me with narrowed eyes before looking to Celeste.
“Well, I’ll tell you what. I’ll let him go if you give me the recipe and suck my dick until I come in that pretty little mouth.
If you bite, I’ll make you fuck Fox, then I’ll kill him in front of you.
In addition to that, when you’re done sucking my cock, you’ll fuck Celeste.
She wants you, Ethan. She’s willing to do anything to have you. ”
“N-No,” I said, my voice quaking. “Please…”
Everett let out a wicked laugh. “I figured you wouldn’t want my dick. That’s what makes me love you so much, Luka. I like that you fight me. I’ve fucked you enough this week anyway, and you’ve already sucked my dick. You don’t remember, but you did.”
I trembled, not remembering Everett’s dick anywhere near my mouth. He liked to fuck with my head, so I had no idea if it was true or not. But I had to save Fox. I had to. Rosalie… my sweetheart needed her Fox. I was expendable, but he wasn’t.
“Tell you what. Fuck Celeste. Be a good boy, Luka. She wants a baby with you. She wants a family. She wants you to willingly fuck her. In exchange, I’ll let you see Fox again. I’ll set him free.”
“You’ll let him go,” I whispered. “If I do this? He’s free? He can go home?”
“He will be free. All you have to do is give Celeste what she wants. Come inside her pussy. Give her a baby.”
I shook as I stared back at him. I hated her. I fucking hated her with everything I was or would ever be. She was a disgusting piece of shit…
Fuck. I hated her.
But I loved Fox.
I loved Rosalie.
I loved my family.
I’d spent my entire life being a waste of space. Useless. An addict. My family had gone through so much because of me.
This was a way to repay them. I’d die here in the underground, and Fox would be free.
For Rosalie. For my family.
“I-I’ll do it,” I rasped, my stomach roiling.
“Excellent. And the recipe?”
“Yours for his freedom,” I whispered. “When I know he’s free, I’ll give it to you.”
Everett stepped back, and Celeste stepped forward. I was going to throw up. I was going to fucking die.
Her hands ran up my bare chest, touching me.
I shrank away from her touch, making her giggle as she straddled my lap.
Her lips descended on mine.
I couldn’t. I fucking couldn’t.
I gagged as her tongue slid against mine.
“Luka, you’re being a very bad boy,” Everett called out softly. “Make her feel special. She’s a very special girl. Kiss her. Fuck her.
I gagged again.
“You’re only wasting time. Fox needs medical attention. Did you know his eyes were removed?”
I let out a sob at his words. They could be true. They might not be. The pictures suggested something had happened to his eyes.
Fox… Fox, I’m so sorry, brother. I’m so sorry…
“See?” Everett pulled a small container from his pocket and showed me a pretty blue eye inside.
I dry heaved on repeat until my vision darkened, and then I coughed and coughed, my chest aching.
“He may not be able to see, but it’s just as well. That bullet tore his arm up anyway. He was never going to go back to playing football.”
I must have passed out because when I woke, Celeste was sucking me off.
My breath came out shaky as she bobbed up and down on me. I cried out when she bit me. Hard. Then looked up at me, my cock in her hand, giggling.
I was having a fucking panic attack.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t fucking breathe.
She straddled my lap, her hand on my dick as she guided me to her pussy.
Please. Fuck. PLEASE.
“N-No. P-Please don’t do this to me. Please. Please don’t. Stop. No,” I wept as she slid onto my dick, taking me fully inside her.
She let out a moan as she ground against me.
“No,” I repeated softly, desperately trying to escape her. There was nowhere to go. I was strapped in this fucking chair. No escape. None. “No. No. No. No.”
“Oh god, yes,” Celested moaned, moving faster on me. “He’s so big. Mm, fuck.” She rode me hard. Fast.
I wanted to be high. I wanted whatever drugs they’d been giving me.
I knew it wasn’t an option, though, as I freaked out beneath her.
Everett wanted me to be aware of this entire thing.
He wanted me to feel it all because he knew.
He fucking knew how much I loved Rosalie.
He knew this would cause more damage than anything he had ever done to me.
And he was right.
I could feel myself breaking apart inside. Cracking. Crumbling. Each piece that fell away shattered as it hit the floor.
She came loudly.
I followed, nothing but self-loathing and disgust flowing through me as I hyperventilated through the entire thing. I’d dug my nails so deeply into my palms I could feel the blood trailing out. My wrists were cut to fuck and bleeding from fighting against my bindings the entire time.
This wasn’t right.
Rosalie, baby, sweetheart, I’m so sorry. Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t want this. I didn’t…
I didn’t even realize I was sobbing out Rosalie’s name the entire time Celeste was riding me.
If I thought she’d stop, I was wrong. She just kept fucking me after we came.
I was a goddamn mess. I was blubbering incoherently. I didn’t even know what I was saying past Rosalie’s name.
But I knew this was unforgivable.
I was fucking another woman.
It was over. Rosalie would leave me now. For good. Forever. Everything was over.
She wouldn’t want me.
I wouldn’t want her to want me.
It didn’t matter. I was never leaving here anyway.
The bite of a needle bit into my flesh, and all sensation and feelings washed away until I was nothing.
Until I was just a guy strapped to a chair, softly pleading no as a girl I hated fucked me and tried to make a baby.
Until I passed out because my body just gave up the fight.
At least I’d set Fox free. That was all that mattered now.