12. Octavia
12
Octavia
“ G otcha again, pretty girl. You’re going to have to do better than that.”
Bas grabs me around my stomach, cupping a good handful of my breast, spinning me around.
“Have I told you yet how fucking hot you look in this dress?” he whispers biting my neck, making me gasp. He drops me to my feet, dashing away again before I can smack him around his thick head.
It’s a Bastian babysitting day today because I’m still not allowed to be in my own home without one of them by my side. Bas has been the one with me the most since I stormed into their bedroom and pushed a knife into Rian. I’m not sure if Dorian is angry with me for doing it or not. He has only watched me two days out of seven, giving me access to a credit card and laptop, but he hasn’t spoken to me. He only gives me heated glances when he sees me in one of my new outfits. It’s been a dream being able to buy clothes designed for a curvy body, so all my items actually fit me properly now. I went with my style for once, getting sweet, cute outfits that are revealing at the same time.
Bastian hasn’t been silent about it. Every day, I put on at least three different outfits in order to tempt my brothers into taking me instead of making me beg. So far, it hasn’t worked, but Bas is close to breaking, I can tell.
The first day he watched me by himself, he was a complete asshole, acting just like Dorian. I was seriously about to find another knife and stab him in the thigh this time, but he cracked when I changed into a short, white, frilly dress, going back to his hyper crazy self.
He likes me in white, I’ve figured out. It’s why when I realised he was watching me today, I selected a long, white silk dress with thin straps that barely contains my breasts, form-fitting to show off all my dips and curves, a high slit on the side that goes almost to my hip. Of course, I couldn’t wear any underwear with it. It would have shown through, and that would be a massive fashion don’t. It wasn’t anything to do with the way he growled and punched a wall, blooding his knuckles.
I complained to my big brother how bored I was stuck in the castle with nothing fun to do, pouted that I wanted to play a game while running my hand up my thigh, trying desperately to think of one. He had the brilliant idea of playing hide and seek tag like when we were little, but instead of getting a sweet or teddy if I won, I told him I wanted him to get on his hands and knees and eat my pussy.
The way his lips turned up in a feral grin had my thighs clamping together and my heart racing. I knew getting Bastian to crack would be the easiest…or so I thought.
I’m a hot and sweaty mess, panting and out of breath for all the wrong reasons, because every time I get close, the fucker evades me. My bare feet hurt, and I’m getting serious thigh chafing running through this fucking castle. What I thought would be a fun game has turned into a goddamn nightmare, almost as bad as my actual nightmares. At least in the last one, I got off. With this, I’m having no such luck.
I race after him again, the competitive drive bubbling under my skin more than my desperate need to come. I guess wanting to fuck my brother still doesn’t stop that need to compete with him in everything. Slightly fucked up, but damn, a competitive sibling streak is on the low end of my fucked-up tree.
I rush past some of the staff, ignoring their looks of confusion or furrowed brows of worry. One opens their mouth to say something, a gasp in their breath and pure fear on their face. I must be close. Bas would have probably put the fear of the devil in them, thinking he was running at them , not away from me. I hurry my steps, going up the staircase, turning down the hallway.
Resting for a moment, I take slow breaths, trying to stay silent to hear him. I slowly tiptoe down the hall, my feet sinking into the plush carpet. A low, agonising groan fills the air, sending goosebumps onto my skin. It’s not Bastian; I would know his grunt of pain anywhere. Freezing on the spot, I twist around, taking in where I am. It’s my old hallway, the one I’m forbidden from, and the moans of pain are coming from my old bedroom.
My head flings back and forth, searching for anyone around, but it’s empty, not a soul in sight. Dorian’s threat of punishment rattles around in my brain, but the temptation here forces the worry out.
My hand is on the doorknob before I can blink, the rush of adrenaline filling my veins, the thought of being caught making my clit throb. Doing the wrong thing always gives me such a thrill, even when I don’t want it to.
The bedroom in front of me is bare, blood staining the walls, a foul scent drifting from within as soon as I open the door. My once spotless carpet is now ruined with unspeakable fluids. I gag, trying to hold my breath, covering my mouth with my hand. The only thing in this room is a bed, and on top of it lies a brutally beaten man with a swollen face, half healed nail marks tracking down his bare chest, burns all over his arms and legs.
I gasp, bringing his attention to me. He shakes his head, blinking his eyes rapidly.
“Octavia?” he rasps, his voice changed from what I remembered. “Tavi, is that really you?”
I always hated it when he called me Tavi. He only ever used it around company, trying to make it sound like an endearment, but not once did he ever say it without a silent sneer when no one was watching.
“Father,” I mutter, stepping into the room.
Dorian and Bastian said he was called away by the bloodline, that they didn’t know when he would be returning. There’s no way he turned back up in the week and a bit I’ve been home. Some of his wounds look old, and this room reeks. He must have been here for months.
“Thank God you’re here. Your brothers have gone mad, Tavi. They fooled me and locked me up to take over the bloodline. We have to save them before anyone finds out. If the Elders get any word of this, it will be all our heads.”
He lunges forward, rattling the chains that bind him to the bed. I keep moving forward, my body on autopilot. He breathes sighs of relief, and he fixates his gaze on me as if all his prayers have been answered. What a fool.
“You’re not the one who called me home,” I mutter to myself, but he believes I’m talking to him.
“No. No. I did, Tavi. I was in the middle of arranging everything to bring you back when they attacked me. I was so distracted without you here that I got sloppy and weak. I missed you so much, daughter. I couldn’t function without you, and your brothers took advantage of that for their own gain.” He rushes his words, shaking his head furiously. “I was wrong to send you away, I know that now. Your brothers poisoned you, twisted you with their sick, disgusting ways. You were innocent in all this, my sweet Tavi.”
His chains give him enough reach that his hand grabs mine, yanking me closer to the bed. His foul smell emitting has bile creeping up into my mouth, but I swallow it down. My father pleads with his gaze, giving me the most loving look he ever has.
“They did this on purpose,” he whispers. “They knew I would feel like a piece of me was missing with you gone. They knew it would weaken me to send my only daughter away. I acted out of protective anger, but I was wrong, so wrong. We need to get out of here. Set me free so we can go to the Elders. I can’t stand the thought that they might hurt you because of your brothers. I love you so much, Tavi.”
He has actual tears welling in his eyes, full fucking tears. My father is good. He’s really fucking good.
“You love me, Father? Really?” I whisper, making my voice shake, gripping his hand.
He holds mine back tight, nodding his head eagerly, hope shining in his eyes. His lips pull almost into a sinister smile, but he manages to pull it back, softening it. “Of course I love you. You’re my little girl, my sweet baby.”
I stare up at the ceiling, shaking my head, biting my lip. “I’ve always wished for you to say that. I can’t believe you care for me so much. I’m just… I’m so overwhelmed.”
His grip bites at my flesh, tension filling his jaw as I make a show of fake tears, prolonging it for as long as I can.
“I know, and I’m sorry I never showed it before,” he says through his teeth, breathing harshly. “But we really need to go before anyone finds out you’re here. They leave the keys to the chains in a box right under the bed.”
I bet that was Dorian’s idea. My father is in the room with literally the key to his escape, sleeping on top of it not even three feet away from him, but he can’t get to it ever. So fucking twisted.
“You really love me, Father? Truly?”
His shoulders tense, his neck straining as he tries not to sneer, burning alive with fury on the inside. “Yes, Octavia. I already said I lov-”
“You really love me even though I’m so fucking desperate to sink to my knees and open my mouth wide for my big brothers?” I cut him off, yanking him forward with all my strength. He yelps in pain, his arm pulling out from its socket, the chain twisting it at an odd angle.
“Do you really love the twisted, sick whore you birthed? The one literally panting at the idea that her big brothers did this for her? My pussy is fucking soaked knowing they did this to you.” I bend, placing my face in front of his, his vile breath making my skin shiver. “Because they did this for me. Your torture, your death, is all for me, and as soon as I leave, I’m going to get down on my hands and knees and beg them to fuck me,” I whisper.
His face turns so many shades of red and purple, I think he’s about to burst all his blood vessels. His body shakes, making my arm rattle. I give another tug, making him cry in pain before letting him go.
“This is all your own making. What I feel for them is all your own fucking making. You gave us no love, no kindness. You left the three of us together, closing us off from the real world with only each other to hold on to. You used them, tried to turn them into your personal monsters, and gave them nothing but blood. You isolated me, gave me no friends, no other family apart from them. What did you think would happen?”
We were all homeschooled. The only activities my brothers got were assignments for the bloodline, and I had none. The only time I ever saw people were at annual balls, and I was only allowed to attend bloodline weddings when I hit eighteen. He gave me no one but them and gave them no peace or love but what they got from me. He moulded us into what we are, and he punished me for it.
“I can’t wait until they skin you alive,” I hiss.
“You filthy fucking whore! I never fucking loved you. I wish I killed you the day you slipped out of your mother’s cunt. You’re not my fucking daughter!” he rages, thrashing violently on the bed. “I will kill you. I will kill you and those boys. You’re nothing to them. You’re not even-”
“Having a pleasant family reunion without us?” Dorian says, entering the room, cutting our father off.
Father opens his mouth, spit dripping down his chin as he snarls, but he doesn’t get a chance to say anything else. Bastian walks in holding some weird type of pliers, a gag with a metal circle, and a knife.
“I always said you talked too much, daddy dearest. I think now is the time to fix that.”
Bastian storms over to our father, and he screams, shaking his head, rambling something I don’t quite catch. Bas drops the stuff on the bed and wraps his hand around his throat, strapping on a gag that forces his jaw wide open.
I feel Dorian’s warmth on my back before he reaches me, his arm coming across my chest, holding my chin still, forcing me to watch what’s about to happen. I don’t fight him. He didn’t need to force me; nothing would stop me from watching this.
Bas uses the pliers to hold father’s tongue as he thrashes, shaking his head to get him off, but nothing is stopping my big brother. Bastian’s eyes are as wide as our father’s, shining in pure excitement, watching terror consume his victim’s gaze. He cuts through the tongue slowly, making every second count. Father wails in agony, the fight leaving his body quickly; he passes out when Bas is only halfway done, slumping in the bed.
Bastian leaves the gag on him, chucking the rest to the floor, including the tongue. Blood is splattered on his face and shirt as he walks towards us, licking it off the side of his mouth, his pupils blown. He crowds my front, Dorian staying at my back, caging me in.
“We were supposed to be playing a game, pretty girl. You broke more than one rule by coming in here,” he husks, running his bloody hand across my plump stomach, staining my white dress.
He bunches the fabric, transfixed by the contrast of the red against the white. He can’t stop staring at it, yanking me a little closer, unable to stop himself. “What do you think we should do with you?”
“Fuck me,” I whisper, shaking in their hold.
Bastian’s gaze snaps up to mine. Dorian’s grip on my jaw tightens, and he tips my head. Neither say anything, and I know what they’re waiting for.
“Please, big brothers. Fuck me. I want you. I want you both so fucking bad, it hurts.” My voice shakes and my thighs tremble. I told our father the truth: my pussy was drenched when I realised what they had done to him for me.
Bastian groans, gripping my hips in a painful grasp, grinding his hard cock on my stomach. Dorian chuckles coldly against my neck, laying soft kisses up my throat. “Such a good little sister,” he whispers, running his tongue across my check.
Bastian cups my pussy, holding it in a firm grip, his eyes darkening with mischief. My head falls back into Dorian’s chest, fully intending to fuck them in this disgusting smelling room where our father lays mutilated on the bed not six feet from where we stand.
“But you broke one of the rules, Octavia,” Dorian tuts, and I can feel his smile on my flesh. “You need to be punished first.”
My heart pounds frantically in my chest, ice cold fear trickling down my spine, at odds with the white-hot pleasure that consumes my sex. Bastian feels my excitement, cupping me harder, moving the fabric out of the way to fully feel it.
“Such a sick, twisted whore,” he hisses. “You were fucking made for us.”
Bastian’s lips capture mine while Dorian’s stays on my throat. I hum in delight, his tongue demanding entrance, and I taste him mixed with the blood of our father. If being sane takes all this away, then I don’t want it. I want to bathe in the darkness with my brothers, let them consume me until I see nothing but them, and all they have is me.