Like an egg, he cracked through the thin barrier, stewing the red yolk until it was a mash of warm fluid. Cassian slipped forward and ground his hips like a steed. The knot inside him swelled and bulged, but he held himself back from blowing.
“No…” Rae’s voice turned into a muffled whimper as her tears hit the sordid floor. All of the man’s ugliness poured inside of her, managing to tear her down to another level of hopelessness. In her moments of choked trauma, she vowed never to open her eyes again. Like a sleeping beauty, she let his thorn prick and consume her. Pathetically, she fell into the void.
Cassian lowered his lips to her ear. Tenderly biting the ridge of cartilage, he grunted and shifted the weight of his body. “Come,” he whispered, breath rancid in her runny nostrils. His voice rose with every word he wretchedly uttered. “Fucking come, you whore!”
He traced the edge of his tongue down to her small and swollen tits. Pinching her nipples, he tugged until the spongy flesh turned a deep shade of purple. She cried out one last time, wrists cutting into the chains that held her stationary. She would never come by his touch.
He disgusted her.
Mouth exposed in a silent shout, Cassian opened his eyes and shook. For a second, he looked vulnerable. Weak. But as his cock bobbed against her chafed and stinging walls, she felt the steamy cum flutter out in luscious waves of his satisfaction.
The man forced his hand around the girl’s throat and managed a weak look of peace. Quickly, that expression turned deep, fading into self-righteous anger. He gripped and crushed until he heard the rattling of her saliva against her throat. The obstructed air path threatened to cave, and she had no sense that he would let go.
Rae gazed at the nightmare man who raped and killed her night after night. Locked in the dream, she was forced to spread her legs until the muscles gave out, until she really felt his knot furrow into her belly. The mass twisted inside of her, latching onto her ovaries, tearing into every part of her. Now, she was his. She was complete.
Completely ruined.
No, she would never wake from this. The memory reduction treatments given to her by Cassian’s specialists were heavy enough to sedate her for the future. She would not fight him anymore. She would wake and become his, naturally.
But something inside the girl’s heart shone like a light tower, begging to be nurtured.
With a twist of fate, her eyes opened.
Chapter Four
Cassian lingered outside the door of the prison cell, located underneath the arms barracks. Horrid sounds of excruciating hammering came from above their heads. The men didn’t want to know who was dealing out the punishment today. It was already horrible enough to walk on the blood-covered grounds, barefoot and susceptible to diseases. If there was anything Vash feared, it was biological impurities.
“How could you do this to our progress?” Cassian said, voice hollow with confusion.
Vash hadn’t heard his brother talk like this before. There was great pain with every word spoken, and he looked more tired than ever. Both men experienced some level of devastation from the long-lasting war, but their father’s passing was the final nail in the coffin. It created a vacuum of distrust between them. Eventually, Vash caved, but the throne was always up for grabs.
“Haven’t spilled my seed in months. I merely wanted to smell the filthy cunt,” Vash said with sudden hunger.
Cassian grinned and drove his nose out as if she were in front of them now. “You could have asked for permission to do that, brother. I know how to share.”
In all his years of living, Cassian had never regarded him as his brother. When he used the term, he meant it in the most negative way possible. Vash nudged his body forward, but a set of chains locked him to the metal bars of the room. “Care to loosen?”
Cassian ignored him, and Vash quickly changed the subject in hopes of tiring him out faster. His pack was brought into separate rooms, and he could only think to ask of their fate. “What…what will happen to the rest of my alpha pack?” Vash asked.
“They will be given their freedom after they complete their tour in the upcoming raids,” he said.
“You’re shipping them out again? They’ve served for four years, Cassian.”
Cassian turned toward a grimy sink, held in place by a single rusted pipe. Leaning over the cracked porcelain, he used a set of pliers to pick up what looked to be a long, thin strand of fabric. However, as Cassian came closer, Vash saw the strand curl into the air.
“Don’t worry. You’re not going back there,” Cassian whispered. “Your punishment will be dealt out much differently.”
Immediately, Vash’s nerves wound rigid and tight. He clawed away from his brother, sliding against the caged door. “Brother, you will regret this!” Vash bawled.
“Do not tell me what I will regret,” Cassian growled and leaned his head down. “Betrayal is met with death.”
Saliva foamed on the edges of Vash’s mouth. “We are the great leader’s sons,” Vash muttered through his teeth.
“We? You are charity,” he said.
Cassian pulled the root of Vash’s hair until he collapsed onto the concrete. “Stop… squirming,” he snorted.
“No! No-Nn-AHHH!!”