Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Silva
The world feels cold and lonely, and my arms are tied over my head at the headboard. Brad came in and did this an hour ago, leaving my chest heaving with anxiety, and wondering if he’s going to leave me here all night. The fear of the unknown is clawing at me.
The bastard even locked the door so that Lexi can’t come find me. There’s a party happening downstairs. Our foster parents are out of town, and I know that everyone is drinking and partying.
I figured I’d lock myself in my room to avoid them, hoping desperately that Brad and Luke would forget about me.
Unfortunately, that was too good to be true.
“Silva?” Lexi asks, knocking on the door.
Dropping my head back on the pillows, I stifle a sob, my arms already beginning to fall asleep because of how I’m tied to the headboard. The only thing I can do is pretend to be asleep. My door is locked, she won’t break in without a reason.
“Are you really asleep?” she sighs. I can hear the soft sound of her body leaning against the door, and tears spill over my cheeks as I listen to her.
I’m doing this so that she never has to know what it feels like to be me. Just because we’re twins, doesn’t mean we need to go through the same bullshit that life throws my way.
And so I remain silent in the dark, waiting until she whispers goodnight and leaves.
My eyes are beginning to droop as I get sleepy, despite my heart pounding, insisting I’m in danger. I know I am, I’ve just had so many nights like this, I know I can’t do anything about it.
The door opening makes me flinch, and as I whine in a disoriented state, I wonder if Lexi decided to break into my room anyway. I don’t want her to see this.
“Shh,” Brad murmurs, stumbling into the room. It’s evident that he’s been drinking. I recently turned eighteen, and came into my designation, as did Lexi.
So far, he and Luke have been leaving my sister alone. I really want that to continue until we can leave. Day after day, I’m losing more of myself, and it’s becoming harder to hide that from Lexi.
“Brad?” I rasp, shuddering. He left me wearing nothing but a pair of panties. My nipples are drawn tight from the cold, my fan on high above me.
I’m not at all aroused, but looks can be deceiving.
“Yes, pet,” he says drunkenly, swinging the door open wide to allow another person to enter. “We were a little busy. Sorry to keep you tied up.”
My legs are free, but that doesn’t matter as they slide against the satin sheets. I fucking hate the way these feel against my skin. Brad noticed recently that I dislike satin, and began insisting that I use these sheets.
The fucker bought them and told me he’d whip me black and blue if he didn’t see them on my bed. My omega instincts are going insane. Everything is wrong, and they shouldn’t be in my space.
It’s getting harder to keep this ruse, pretending that I want them.
Whining, I watch as Brad flicks on the overhead light. It’s so bright it burns my eyes, and I whimper as Luke chuckles. I can hear the door shut and the lock turned softly before their heavy steps move toward me.
“I think we’re ready to try something really fun,” Brad purrs. My body clenches in fear, because nothing he thinks is fun actually is. “Open your eyes, Silva.”
His alpha bark makes me turn my head and open my eyes, though they’re slitted due to how bright the light is.
“She won’t be able to look at you if you keep this light on, dummy,” Luke mutters, turning out the overhead light and turning on the lamp.
This isn’t a kindness, he’s doing this so that I can do what they want.
Brad stares at me hungrily, pulling his clothes off and climbing on the bed.
“You’d better be wet for me,” he warns, his fingers moving to pinch and twist my nipples until I scream.
My pussy slicks against my will, and Luke shoves a leather gag deep in my mouth, until I’m choking on it.
It has a hole to spread my lips wide, and he fastens it behind my head.
It’s not the first time he’s used this contraption, but it’s no less demoralizing as my mouth fills with saliva, making me drool.
Luke undresses as Brad’s touch ghosts down my skin until his fingers tangle in the waistband of my panties.
Yanking them off, he tosses them to the side before pushing his fingers inside the entrance of my pussy.
I’m not at all ready for the invasion and my body tightens as he forces them inside of me.
It hurts, and my grunt is meant to warn him.
“Fuck her harder with your fingers,” Luke says, now naked as he straddles my chest. His cock bobs at my lips, and he pushes it through the hole in the gag, forcing me to swallow him or choke.
“There’s the slick,” Brad chuckles. I can’t see him anymore because Luke’s body is in the way, but I can hear him spit on my pussy to help him push a third and fourth finger inside of me.
Apparently fisting is on the table today. Wonderful.
A searing agony makes me scream, and Luke laughs as my body flinches.
There are teeth in my thigh, and Brad worries the skin by shaking his head like a dog to tear into my body.
He moves on to bite my stomach as he continues to push his fist into my pussy, causing my body to be one throbbing injury.
This is their new game.
“Every night, it’s something new,” Luke laughs, his hands resting on the headboard as his hips thrust wildly.
I can’t breathe, and the drool is making me choke harder as it collects in my mouth. Luke isn’t wrong, every night they find a new way to torture me. The searing agony makes me attempt to kick Brad off me, but all I get for my trouble is my thighs pinned down and more bites.
Brad shoves his cock into my asshole, an unprepared hole, enjoying my strangled scream of pain as he holds me down.
“Wouldn’t it be fun if we bonded you to us?” he laughs, his hands the only reason I’m not sliding up on these cursed sheets.
No.
I can’t keep myself from fighting them, even though they have me pinned down. I can’t even bite down on Luke’s stupid cock to get him to move because of the gag.
I cannot be bonded to them!
Syrus
Silva whines in her sleep, her body thrashing as she fights something I can’t see. I was holding her and Izzy when it started, and I got backhanded in my sleep. Pulling away, I shift Izzy so he won’t also get clocked, and to ease the feeling that she’s pinned down since he’s laying on her.
“Spitfire,” I hiss, pushing a loose piece of hair from her loosened braid off her forehead. “Wake up.”
“Don’t…touch me,” she whimpers, her hands pushing me away.
Fuck.
“Izzy,” I say, pushing on his shoulder to wake him up. I should let him sleep, but I think I might need help.
I don’t know how to wake her up.
“Huh?” he groans.
“Silva, wake up. It’s a bad dream. Whatever is in your head, it’s not happening,” I say, letting Izzy connect the dots for himself as he sits up.
“Oh shit,” he whispers.
“Silva,” I repeat myself, rubbing her skin.
“Don’t touch me!” she keens, sounding like a wounded animal. “I’m not yours. Nononoooo!”
“Fuck, I wish my meds wouldn’t keep her from smelling my scent,” Izzy mutters. “Mamita, come on. Open those pretty eyes for me, yeah?”
Silva continues to thrash and scream, no matter what we say or do, and we’re unable to pull her out of the nightmare.
Harlan and Kyren stumble in the dark to the door, and I turn up the light and hold up my hand so they won’t come any closer. I don’t know if feeling alphas in her space will freak her out more.
“Stay there,” I breathe.
“We can’t wake her up, and if she smells alphas…” Izzy drawls as an explanation.
“I got it,” Harlan murmurs. “I could hear her from the other room.”
“This is what she sounded like the other day. I could hear her from outside,” Kyren sighs.
“This is why she never lets me spend the night,” I grunt. “Okay. Try purring for her. I’ll keep trying to wake her up.”
While the alphas purr, I lean over Silva, gasping as her nails scrape my face. Grabbing her wrists, I wince as she begins to beg for me not to rape her.
Those fucking sons of bitches need to die. I don’t care how, I just need it to happen.
“Silva, open your eyes! Lexi needs you, baby. Wake up!”
Her body shudders as she keens, but her eyes pop open, and I sag in relief as I check to make sure she’s really with me. Her lashes are wet with tears, and her breaths wheeze in and out of her lungs as if she just ran a marathon.
“You’re bleeding,” she whispers, eyes wide as her fingers tremble where I have her wrists captive.
Releasing her, I shake my head. “It doesn’t matter, baby,” I tell her. “You’re awake now.”
“Ugh, I’m a fucking menace,” she groans, sitting up. “I need to take care of that scratch and—”
“Hold up, Princess,” Kyren says, stepping into the room. “Take a breath. I don’t really want you moving too fast after fighting those demons in your head.”
“It sounded rough,” Harlan adds. “Want to talk about it?”
Surprisingly, Silva shrugs, her arms moving over her body as she mutters, “They tried to force a bond.”
“I beg your pardon?” I growl. “Who?”
“My foster brothers,” she says, pulling the blanket tighter around her since she’s naked.
Harlan is already on the move, pulling off his shirt for her to put on.
Taking it, Silva pulls it over her head with a shiver.
What was appropriate for her level of comfort when she went to bed, no longer is.
I’m wearing a pair of boxers, but grab the long sleeved shirt I left on the nightstand and pull it on.
“Tell us?” Izzy asks, glaring at Harlan and Kyren.
I mean, their track record hasn’t been the greatest so I don’t blame him. Holding up their hands, they stand a couple of paces away from her bed as they gaze at her.
“Brad and Luke liked to test my resolve and loyalty to my sister,” Silva breathes, her eyes unfocused as she reaches for a memory.
“Sometimes it was beating me with belts or paddles, other times it was seeing how long I could go without breathing before I passed out. One night they threw a party and tied me to my headboard and left me there while they got drunk downstairs. My foster parents were gone for the weekend, and looked the other way during that time.”
“How long did they leave you tied to your bed?” Harlan asks softly.
Silva gazes at her fingers as she twists them, her eyes moving as a drop of blood from the scratch on my face hits the bedsheet in front of me.
“Fuck,” she whispers.
“I got it,” Harlan says, entering the bathroom to look for something to help me. He comes back with an antiseptic wipe and a small bandaid, which I quickly put to use so I won’t continue to bleed on Silva’s sheets.
“I’m really sorry I scratched you,” she says, biting her lip. She looks so tiny, which is not how I see her at all.
Silva is a force to be reckoned with. This meek omega isn’t who she is.
“This is why I never have people over at night or stay over,” Silva groans.
“People, huh?” I tease her, needing to lighten the mood. “Baby, we aren’t people. We’re yours. Scream the house down, scratch me up, but what you’re not going to do is do it alone.”
My scratch taken care of, I arch my brow at her to show her I mean business. Her lips twitch before she nods slightly.
“What else happened in your nightmare?” I ask her.
“They raped me, but Brad also bit me over and over, trying to force me to take him as my alpha. When it didn’t work, Luke joined in for fun. I had to stay completely covered for several weeks until they fully healed,” she grumbles. “See here? This one scarred.”
Turning she pulls down the blanket to show us a bite scar that’s hidden along the curve of her hip. I can barely see the outline of teeth marks, but Harlan and Kyren growl in anger.
“It was always something with them,” Silva sighs, returning her leg under the sheets. “I always felt off balance in that house, the only time I felt peace has been in this town. Otherwise, I was always waiting for the other shoe to drop, because it always does.”
“You’re not alone anymore if shit pops off,” Harlan says. “I can’t imagine the horrors you faced at your foster brothers’ hands, but this nightmare looked like you were reliving it. How often are you really having them?”
“Sometimes, it’s every night. Other times, I can go a few nights without them. I have no idea what triggers them,” she explains. “They’re awful every time.”
“Do you mind if we sleep on the floor tonight?” Harlan asks. “I don’t think I’ll be able to relax unless I can hear both you and Izzy breathing.”
“Same,” Kyren says. “I’d swear I can still hear you screaming.”
“Ugh, I’m sorry,” Silva groans. “I don’t want to be an issue.”
“You’re not,” Izzy says, wrestling her to lay on the bed so he can spoon her. “I don’t want to hear you be mean to yourself, Silva. Mmm. You smell good.”
Her lips twitch as his nose drags along her throat before he kisses behind her ear.
“I’m going to want to fuck you like a cute little bunny,” he growls.
Silva giggles, and I chuckle as I turn out the light. I have a feeling Izzy is going to have an interesting heat. We may as well all try to sleep before that happens.
My fingers thread through hers as I lay facing her and she slowly relaxes in the bed.
Her and Izzy are asleep as Harlan and Kyren make their beds on the floor, and they stand and watch our omegas sleep before their gazes snap toward mine.
“If Aiden and Sloane find out about Luke touching Lexi, he’s dead,” Harlan says. “If that’s the case, I want a piece of Brad. He tried to break Silva.”
“He didn’t succeed,” I reply, getting comfortable as I go back to watching Silva sleep. “I’m down to kill Brad. Can you find out where he’s living?”
“Ha. Yes, of course,” Kyren scoffs while I chuckle under my breath. I knew that would grind his gears. “Wait, you’re fucking with me, right?”
“Always,” I murmur, closing my eyes with a yawn. I haven’t slept enough. “Go to bed. If Izzy isn’t in heat in the morning, I have work to go to and you have to pack your shit up from Tea’s place.”
“Sure, Mr. Bossy pants,” Harlan snorts, laying down.
The sound of soft breathing lulls me to sleep, and somehow it feels right that we’re all in the same room. Guess I’ll have to add getting a bigger bed to my to do list.